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Fled to his house amaz'd : | If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
I shall not find myself so apt to die : Bru. Grant that, and then is a benefit : No place will please me so, no mean of death, So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off, His time of fearing death. — Stoop, Romans, stoop, The choice and master spirits of this age. And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, Then walk we forth, even to the market-place : As, by our hands, and this our present act, And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, You see we do; yet see you but our hands, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty ! And this the bleeding business they have done : Cas. Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful ; hence,
And pity to the general wrong of Rome Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,) In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part,
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, No worthier than the dust!
Of brother's temper, do receive you in Cas.
So oft as that shall be, With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. So often shall the knot of us be call'd
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, The men that gave our country liberty.
In the disposing of new dignities. Dec. What, shall we forth?
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd Cas.
Ay, every man away: The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of your wisdom. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of An- Let each man render me his bloody hand : tony's.
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you : – Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down:
Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;
- now yours, MeAnd, being prostrate, thus he bade me say, Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Yours, Cinna; — and, my valiant Casca, yours; Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Though last, not least in love, yours, good TreboSay, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
nius. Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him; Gentlemen all, — alas! what shall I say
? If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
My credit now stands on such slippery ground, May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Either a coward, or a flatterer. Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
That I did love thee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true : So well as Brutus living ; but will follow
If then thy spirit look upon us now, The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
To see thy Antony making his peace, With all true faith. So says my master Antony. Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ? I never thought him worse.
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
It would become me better, than to close Depart untouch’d.
In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Serv. I'll fetch him presently. Pardon me, Julius! – Here wast thou bay'd, brave
hart; Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend. Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Cas. I wish we may ; but yet have I a mind, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe, That fears him much; and my misgiving still o world! thou wast the forest to this hart; Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie!
Caius Cassius : Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? The enemies of Cæsar shall say this ; Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. Shrunk to this little measure ? — Fare thee well. Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
But what compáct mean you to have with us? Who else must be let blood, who else is rank 9: Will you be prick'd in number of our friends ; 9 Grown too high for the publick safety.
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Serv. He did receive bis letters, and is coming : Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. And bid me say to you by word of mouth, Friends am I with you all, and love you all ; O Cæsar!
(Seeing the Body Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle : Seeing those beads or sorrow stand in thine, Our reasons are so full of good regard,
Began to water. Is thy master coming ? That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of You should be satisfied.
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath And am moreover suitor, that I may
chanc'd : Produce his body to the market-place;
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ; Speak in the order of his funeral.
Hie hence, and tell him so.
Yet, stay a while; Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse Cas.
Brutus, a word with you. Into the market-place: there shall I try, You know not what you do; Do not consent, In my oration, how the people take
[Aside. The cruel issue of these bloody men; That Antony speak in his funeral :
According to the which, thou shalt discourse Know you how much the people may be moy'd- To young Octavius of the state of things. By that which he will utter ?
Lend me your hand. (Exeunt, with Cæsar's Body. Bru. .
By your pardon ;
SCENE II. The Forum
Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a Throng of He speaks by leave and by permission;
Citizens. And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
Cit. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
friends. Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. Cassius, go you into the other street,
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body. And part the numbers. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here ; But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar ; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And say, you do't by our permission;
And publick reasons shall be rendered Else shall you not have any hand at all
Of Cæsar's death. About bis funeral : And you shall speak
I will hear Brutus speak. In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius, and compare their After my speech is ended.
reasons, Ant. Be it so ;
When severally we hear them rendered. I do desire no more.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. [Exeunt all but ANTONY. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence ! Ant. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, Bru. Be patient till the last. That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! ? hear me for my Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
cause; and be silent that ye may hear; believe me That ever lived in the tide of times.
for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
and awake your senses that you may the better Which like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ; friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; to Cæsar was no less than his. 'If then that friend Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife,
demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
answer, — Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
loved Rome more. Had
you And dreadful objects so familiar,
living, and die all slaves ; than that Cæsar were That mothers shall but smile, when they behold dead, to live all free men ?' As Cæsar loved me, I Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds :
as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
ambitious, I slew him: There is tears, for his love; With Até by his side, come hot from hell, joy, for his fortune ; honour, for his valour; and Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, death, for his ambition.
Who is here so base, that Cry, Havock !' and let slip the dogs of war;
would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him That this foul deed shall smell above the earth, have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would With carrion men groaning for burial.
not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I
offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his Enter a Servant.
country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not ?
I pause for a reply. Serv. I do, Mark Antony,
Cit. None, Brutus, none. Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.
rather Casar were
Several speaking at once. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no You all did see, that on the Lupercal, more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The I thrice presented him a kingly crown, question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol : his Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. And, sure, he is an honourable man.
1 The signal for giving no quarter.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, Enter ANTONY and others, with CÆSAR's Body. But here I am to speak what I do know. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: You all did love him once, not without cause ; Who, though he had no hand in his death, shall What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the judgment, thou art Hled to brutish beasts, commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With And men have lost their reason!- Bear with me; this I depart; That as I slew my best lover for the My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, And I must pause till it come back to me. when it shall please my country to need my death. 1 Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his Cit. Live, Brutus, live ! live!
sayings. 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, house.
Cæsar has had great wrongs. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
Has he, masters ? 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Cæsar's better parts
4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
the crown ; 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. and clamours.
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Bru. My countrymen,
2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with 2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
weeping. 1 Cit. Peace, ho!
3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
Antony. And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony, Have stood against the world : now lies he there, By our permission, is allow'd to make.
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
3 Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair; Who, you all know, are honourable men: We'll hear him :- Noble Antony, go up.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, 4 Cil. What does he say of Brutus ?
Than I will wrong such honourable men. 3 Cit.
He says for Brutus' sake, But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, He finds himself bebolden to us all.
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: 4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Let but the commons hear this testament, 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) 3 Cit.
Nay, that's certain : And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, We are bless'd that Rome is rid of him.
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; 2 Cit. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, Ant. You gentle Romans,
And, dying, mention it within their wills, Cit.
Peace, ho ! let us hear him. Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me Unto their issue. your ears;
4 Cit. We'll hear the will : Read it, Mark Antony. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will. The evil, that men do, lives after them;
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not The good is oft interred with their bones;
read it; So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious;
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
It will inflame you, it will make you mad : Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
"Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; (For Brutus is an honourable man;
For if you should, 0, what would come of it! So are they all, all honourable men ;)
4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony, Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will. He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile ? But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. And Brutus is an honourable man.
I fear, I wrong the honourable men, He hath brought inany captives home to Rome, Whose daggers have stabb’d Cæsar: I do fear it. Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill :
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men! Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
Cit. The will! the testament ! When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept : 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will! Ambition should be made of sterner stuff :
read the will! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? And Brutus is an honourable man.
Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar,