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Bru. Cassius, be constant : Por.
Come hither, fellow: | Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; Which way hast thou been?
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Sooth.
At mine own house, good lady. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; før, look you, BrePor. What is't o'clock?
About the ninth hour, lady. He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the capitol?
[E.xeunt Antony and Trebonius. Cæsar ans Sooth. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my stand,
the Senators take their seats To see him pass on to the capitol.
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? let him go, Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not ? And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar Bru. He is address'd: press bear, and second him. To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand, I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amiss, Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended to That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress? wards him?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear Cæsar, may chance.
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat (Kneeling. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: An humble heart :The throng that follow Cæsar at the heels,
I must prevent thee, Cimber. Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
Might fire the blood of ordinary men ; I'll get me to a place more void, and there
And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. (Exit. || Into the law of children. Be not fond,
Por. I must go in.- Ah me! how weak a thing To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, The heart of woman is ! O Brutus !
That will be thaw'd from the true quality The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!
With that which melteth fools ; I mean, sweet words, Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus bath a suit, Low-crooked court'sies, and base spaniel fawning. That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint: Thy brother by decree is banished; Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Say, 1 am merry : come to me again,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Aud bring me word what he doth say to thec. (Exe. Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Czesar; ting. A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Capitol ; among them Artemidorus and the Sooth Have an immediate freedom of repeal. sayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Cæs. What, Brutus !
Cas. Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony,
Pardon, Cesar; Cæsar, pardon : Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and others.
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement of Publius Cimber.
Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ; THE ides of March are come.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
But I am constant as the northern star, Art, Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, Dec. Trebonius doch desire you to o'er-read,
There is no fellow in the firmament. At your best leisure, this bis humble suit.
The skies are painted with unpumber'd sparks, Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first : for mine's a suit
They are all fire, and every one doth shine; That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it great Cæsar.
But there's but one in all doth hold his place : Cæs. What touches us oursell, shall be last serv'd. So, in the world ; 'Tis furnish'd well with men, Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?
Yet, in the number, I do know but one Pub.
Sirah, give place. That unassailable holds on his rank, Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ?
Unshakd of motion : and, that I am he, Come to the capitol.
Let me a little show it, even in this ;
And constat do remain to keep him so.
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus ! Pop.
Fare you well. Dec. Great Cæsar, [ Advances to Cæsar. Cas.
Dath not Brutus bootless kneel? Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Casca. Speak, bands, for me. Cos. Ho wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. (Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck. Cæsar catches held Thow our purpose is discovered.
of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other My moi Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him. Conspirators, and at last by Marcus Brutus. And I wlasen, be sudden, for we frar prevention. - Cæs. Et ru, Brute :-Then fall, Cæsar. [Dics Yea, get that shall be done? If this be known,
The Senators and Peaple retirc in confusion, Bru. A pieosar never shall turn back,
Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead Lig. But are myself,
Kun hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets,
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !
Brit. People, and senators ! be not affrighted ;
Casca."Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Ciesar's Should chance
Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, good cheer ; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
Cas. And leave us, Publius ; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Bru. Do so ;-and let no man abide this deed,
Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures :That we shall die, we know : 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridgd His time of fearing death.–Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!
Cas. Stoop then, and wash.-How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown?
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
So oft as that shall be,
Ay, every man away ; Brutus shall lead; and we will grace bis heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Rounan;
I'll fetch him presentiy. [Exit. Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friends
Cas. I wish, we may; but yet have I a mind, That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Re-enter Antony. Bru. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark
Antony. Ant. O mighty Car sar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure?-Fare thee well.I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die : No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As, by our hands, and this our present act, You see we do ; yet see you but our hands, And this the bleeding business they have done : Our hearts you sce not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,) Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, Of brothers' temper, do receive you in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's,
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
I doubt not of your wisdom.
Roman? If any, speak; for him bave 1 d.
And this, indeed, 0 world, the heart of thee.
Shall in these confines, with a monareb's voice, How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war; Dost thou bere lie?
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth Cas. Mark Antony, —
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony. But what compact mean you to bave with us?
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rosse Will you be prick’d in number of our friends;
Sere. He did receive his letters, and is coming: Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
And bid me say to you by word of mouth. Ant. Therefore I took your hands ; but was, indeed,
[Seeing the badly
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and wap, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. Friends am I with you all, and love you all ;
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.
Began to water. Is thy master coming? Bru. Or eise were this a savage spectacle:
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Ram Our reasons are so full of good regard,
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what den That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,
chanc'd : You should be satisfied.
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, Ant. Tbat's all I seek :
No Rome of safety for Octarius yet ; And am moreover suitor, that I may
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while; Produce his body to the market-place;
Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this curs
Into the market-place: there shall I try
In my oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men ;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse You know not what you do; Do not consent, [Aside.
To young Octavius of the state of thing That Antony speak in his funeral:
Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with Cesar's beats Know you how much the people may be mov'd By that which he will utter?
SCENE 11.-The same. The Forum Ester Brata Bril By your pardon ;
and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens. I will myself into the pulpit first,
Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied. And show the reason of our Cæsar's death:
Bru. Then follow me, and give me aminte, What Antony shall speak, I will protest
friends. He sp.shs by leave and by permission;
Cassius, go you into the other street, And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
And part the numbers.Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay bert'; It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; Caz. I know not what may fall; I like it not. And public reasons shall be rendered
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body. Of Cæsar's death. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
I will hear Brutus speak. But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their in And say, you do't by our permission ;
sons, Else sha'l you not have any hand at all
When severally we hear them rendered. Alsout his funeral: And you shall speak
[Exit Cassius with some of the Citizens. Bruno In the saine pulpit whereto I am going, After my speech is ended.
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Sikunce! int.
Bru. Be patient till the last. I do desire no more.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me lot sy Bru, Prepare the body then, and follow us.
cause; and be silent that you may hear: behen u [Exeunt all but Antony. | for mine honour; and have respect to mine house, Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, that you may believe: censure me in your vista That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! and awake your senses that you may the better jetes 'Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
If there be any in this assembls, any dear frised or That ever lived in the tide oi tines.
Czesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Casar va Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood !
no less than his. If then that fricod demand, why Bit Over thy wounds now do I prophecy
tus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer, -Not usti Whici, like duinb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome mare Hud To begs the voice and utterance of my tongue; you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; thus A curse shall light upon the linbs of men ;
that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As Ces Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, la Shall cumber all the parts of Italy :
joice at it; as he was valiant, 1 hodour him; best, * Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
he was ambitious, I slew bin: There is tears, fer bir And dreadful objects so familiar,
love; joy, for his fortune ; honour, for his valoer; and That inothers shall but smile, when they behold death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, then Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; would be a bondman? If any, speak; for his bowl All pity chokd with custom of fell deeds ;
offended. Who is here so rude, that would botte And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, cone hot from hell,
Who is hcre so vile, that will not love his country? V
goes into tie Rogere
Be it so;
any, speak; for bir have I offended. I pause for a Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know. Enter Antony and others, with Cæsar's body.
You all did love him once, not without cause; Here comes his body, moumed by Mark Antony: who, What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts, benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me : As which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, My heart is in the coffin there with Cssar, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have And I must pause till it come back to me. the same dagger for myself, when it shall please iny 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. country to need my death.
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
Cæsar has had great wrong. 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
Has he, masters? 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.
4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the 4 Cit. Cæsar's better parts
crown ; Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. clamours.
2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are as rud as fire with Bru. My countrymen,
weeping: 2 Cit.
Peace; silence ! Brutus speaks. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than An 1 Cit. Peace, ho !
tony. Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Caesar weight Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech Have stood against the world : How lies he there, Tending to Cæsar's glories ; which Mark Antony, And none so poor to do him reverence. By our permission, is allow'd to make.
O masters! if I were disposid to stir I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
1 Cit. Stay, lo! and let us hear Mark Antony. Who, you all know, are honourable nien: 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair;
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose We'll hear him:- Nuble Antony, go up.
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am behoklen to you. Than I will wrong such bonourable men. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, 3 Cit.
He says, for Brutus' sake, || I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: He finds himself beholden to us all.
Let but the commons hear this testament, 4 Cito 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read.) 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, 3 Cit.
Nay, that's certain : And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, 2 Cit. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say. And, dying, mention it within their wills, Ant. You gentle Romans, —
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Cit.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. Unto their issue. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will.. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read The evil, that men do, lives after them;
it; The good is oft interred with their bones ;
It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious:
And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
It will inflame you, it will make you mad: And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
For if you should, o, what would come of it! (For Brutus is an honourable man ;
4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; So are they all, all honourable men ;)
You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will. Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while. He was my friend, faithful and just to me :
I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. But Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
I fear, I wrong the honourable men, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men! Whose ransomes did the general coffers fill:
Cit. The will! the testament! Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will When that the poor bave cried, Cæsar hath wept : read the will! Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Ant. You will compel me then to read the will
Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 4 Cit.
A ring; stand round. 3 C'it. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse ; stand from the body. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me speak 2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off, Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
Wherein hath Cæsar thus de servid your loves? Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then :You all do know this mantle: I remember
You have forgot the will I told you of. The first time ever Cæsar put it on ;
Cit. Most true ;-the will ;-let's stay, and hear the 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;
will. That day he overcame the Nervii :
Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. Look! in this place, ian Cassius' dagger through: To every Roman citizen he gives, See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!-We'll revenge his death. And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it;
Ant. Hear me with patience. As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
Cil. Peace, ho! If Brutus so unkindly knockd, or no;
Ant. Moreover, he hath left yon all his walks, For Brutus, as you know. was Cæsar's angel:
His private arlours, and new-planted orchards, Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him ! On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, This was the most unkindest cut of all :
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arins,
Here was a Cæsar : When comes such another? Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart ; 1 Cit. Never, never:-Come, away, away: And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
We'll burn his body in the holy place.
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
3 Cit. Pluck down benches. Whilst bloody trasun flourish'd over us.
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
[E.reunt Citizens, roith the body. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you belold Take thou what course thou wilt !-How now, fellow? Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you liere,
Enter a Scrvant. Here is himself, marrd, as you see, with traitors. 1 Cit. O pitrous spectacle !
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. 2 Cit. O noble Cesar!
Ant. Where is he? 3 Cit. O woeful day!
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 4 Cit. O traitors, villains !
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : 1 Cit. O most bloody sight!
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, 2 Cit. We will be revenged: Revenge ; about. And in this mood will give us any thing. scek,--burn,-fire-- kill, -slay !-let not a traitor live. Sero. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassins Ant. Stay, countrymen.
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 1 Cit. Peace there: Hear the noble Antony.
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Detavius. with bim.
[Exeunt. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
SCENE 111.-The same.
A Street. Enter Cinna, To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
the Poct. They, that have done this deed, are honourable ; Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Caesar, What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, And things unluckily charge my fantasy: That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, I have no will to wander forth of doors, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. Yet something leads me forth. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is :
Enter Citizens. But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
1 Cit. What is your name? That love my friend; and that they know full well 2 Cit. Whither are you going? That gave me public leave to speak of him
3 Cit. Where do you dwell? For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, 2 Ci'. Answer every man directly. To stir men's blood: I only speak right on ;
1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb 3 Cit. Ay, and uuly, you were best. mouths,
Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bache