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And let me show you him that made the will. Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb Shall I descend ? And will you give me leave?

mouths, Cit. Come down.

And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, 2 C'it. Descend. (He comes down from the Pulpit. And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony 3 Cit. You shall have leave.

Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue 4 Cil. A ring ; stand round.

In every wound of Cæsar, that should move 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 2 Cit. Room for Antony; — most noble Antony. Cit. We'll mutiny. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!

3 Cit. A way then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. You all do know this mantle: I remember

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not The first time ever Cæsar put it on;

what : 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent;

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves? That day he overcame the Nervii :

Alas, you know not : I must tell you then : Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: You have forgot the will I told you of. See, what a rent the envious Casca made :

Cit. Most true; - the will; — let's stay, and bear Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;

the will. And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it;

To every Roman citizen he gives, As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas, 5 If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;

2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! - we'll revenge his For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel :

death. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar ! This was the most unkindest cut of all :

Ant. Hear me with patience. For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

Cit. Peace, ho ! Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, Even at the base of Pompey's statua 5,

And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Here was a Cæsar : When comes such another? Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

1 Cit. Never, never :- - Come, away, away: Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

We'll burn his body in the holy place, O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. The dint 4 of pity: these are gracious drops. Take up the body. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !

(Ereunt Citizens, with the Body. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar !

Ant. Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afoot, 3 Cit. O woful day!

Take thou what course thou wilt ! - How now, 4 Cit. O traitors, villains !

fellow? 1 Cit. O most bloody sight! 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,

Enter a Servant. seek, — burn, fire, — kill, - slay! - let not a Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. traitor live.

Ant. Where is he? Ant. Stay, countrymen.

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 1 Cit. Peace there : - Hear the noble Antony. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him :

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, with him.

And in this mood will give us any thing. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius you up

Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, They, that have done this deed, are honourable ;

How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. What private griefs 5 they have, alas, I know not,

(Ereunt. That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

SCENE III. A Street.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;

Enter Cixxa, the Poet.
I am no orator, as Brutus is :
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar
That love my friend; and that they know full well. And things unluckily charge my fantasy :
That gave me public leave to speak of him.

I have no will to wander forth of doors,
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Yet something leads me forth.
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on;

Enter Citizens.
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; i Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going ? > Statua for statue, is common among the old writers. • Impression. Grievances.

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3 Cit. Where do you dwell ?

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? 4 Cit. For your dwelling, — briefly.
2 Cit. Answer every man directly.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.

4 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. What is my name ? Whither am I going ? Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Where do I dwell ? Am I a married man, or a 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for bachelor ? Then to answer every man directly his bad verses. and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. a bachelor.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck 2 Cit. That's as much as to say they are fools that but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. marry – You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! Proceed; directly.

firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's : some 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

to Ligarius': away; go.

[Exeunt. Cin. As a friend.


A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
SCENE I. - A Room in Antony's House. On objects, arts, and imitations ;

Which, out of use, and stal’d by other men,
ANTONY, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a Table. Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him,
Ant. These many then shall die; their names are But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius,
Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Are levying powers: we must straight make head.
Lepidus ?

Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,
Lep. I do consent.

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd
Prick 7 him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, And let us presently go sit in council,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn 8 And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house ;

And bay'd 9 about with many enemies ; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt. Lep. What, shall I find you here? Oct.

Or here, or at SCENE II. - Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp The Capitol. [Erit LEPIDUS.

near Sardis. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, Lucius, and The three-fold world divided, he should stand

Soldiers : TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. One of the three to share it?

Pru. Stand here.

So you thought him; Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near ?
In our black sentence and proscription.

Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you ; To do you salutation from his master. And though we lay these honours on this man,

(PINDARUS gives a Letter to Brutus. To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,

Bru. He greets me well. Your master, PinHe shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

darus, To groan and sweat under the business,

In his own charge, or by ill offices,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
And having brought our treasure where we will, Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand,
Then take we down this load, and turn him off, I shall be satisfied.
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,


I do no doubt.
And graze in commons.

But that my noble master will appear

You may do your will; Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius : Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. I do appoint him store of provender.

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; It is a creature that I teach to fight,

But not with such familiar instances, To wind, to stop, to run directly on ;

Nor with such free and friendly conference, His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.

As he hath used of old. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;


Thou hast describ'd He must be taught, and train’d, and bid go forth : A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, 7 Set, mark. 8 Condemn.

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When love begins to sicken and decay,

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, It useth an enforced ceremony.

And not for justice? What, shall one of us, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : That struck the foremost man of all this world, But hollow men, like borses hot at hand,

But for supporting robbers; shall we now Make gallant show and promise of their mettle : Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? But when they should endure the bloody spur, And sell the mighty space of our large honours, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ? Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar- Than such a Roman. ter'd;


Brutus, bay not me ; The greater part, the horse in general,

I'll not endure it; you forget yourself Are come with Cassius.

[March within. To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I, Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd :

Older in practice, abler than yourself
March gently on to meet him.

To make conditions.

Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

Cas. I am. Cas. Stand, ho!

Bru. I say, you are not. Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself ; [Within.] Stand.

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. [lithin.] Stand.

Bru. Away, slight man! (Within.) Stand.

Cas. Is't possible?
Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me


Hear me, for I will speak. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine ene- Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? mies?

Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ? Cas. () ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Cus. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides Bru. All this ? ay, more : Fret, till your proud wrongs ;

heart break; And when you do them

Go show your slaves how cholerick you are, Bru.

Cassius, be content, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Speak your griefs softly, - I do know you well :- Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Before the eyes of both our armies here,

Under your testy humour? By the gods, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away ; Though it do split you : for, from this day forth, Then in my ten

Cassius, enlarge your griefs, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, And I will give you audience.

When you are waspish.


Is it come to this?
Bid our commanders lead their charges off

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : A little from this ground.

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man And it shall please me well: For mine own part, Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me,

Brutus :
SCENE III. Within the Tent of Brutus.

I said, an elder soldier, not a better :
Did I


better? Lucius and Trinius at some distance from it. Bru.

If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have Enter BRUTUS and Cassius.

mov'd me. Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted

him. You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,

Cas. I durst not? For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Bru. No. Wherein my letters, praying on his side,

Cas. What? durst not tempt him ? Because I knew the man, were slighted off.


For your life you durst not. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

I may do that I shall be sorry for.
That every nice i offence should bear his comment. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats :
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; For I am arm’d so strong in honesty,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
To undeservers.

Which I respect not.

I did send to you
I an itching palm ?

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;-
You know that you are Brutus that speak this ou For I can raise no money by vile means :
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash Cas. Chastisement !

By any indirection. I did send Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re- To you for gold to pay my legions, member!

Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

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To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Bru. Get you hence, sirrah ; saucy fellow, hence. Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
Dash him to pieces !

Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his
I denied you not.

Bru. You did.

What should the wars do with these jigging fools ? Cas.

I did not :

- he was but a fool, Companion 3, hence. That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd 2 Cas.

Away, away, begone. my heart :

[Exit Poet. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Enter Lucilius and TITINIUS.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Cas. You love me not.

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

I do not like your faults. Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do Immediately to us. [ Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.


Lucius, a bowl of wine. As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, For Cassius is aweary of the world :

If you give place to accidental evils. Hated by one he loves; brav’d by his brother; Bru. No man bears sorrow better : Portia is Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,

dead. Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn’d by rote, Cas. Ha! Portia ? To cast into my teeth. 0, I could weep

Bru. She is dead. My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you And here my naked breast; within, a heart

so? Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : O insupportable and touching loss! If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

Upon what sickness? I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :


Impatient of my absence; Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him Have made themselves so strong; — for with her better

death Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

That tidings came; – With this she fell distract, Bru.

Sheathe your dagger : And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Cas. And died so ? Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.

Bru. Even so.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

Cas. O ye immortal gods !
That carries anger, as the fint bears fire;
Who much enforced, shows a hasty spark,

Enter Lucius, wilh Wine and Tapers.
And straight is cold again.

Bru. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl
Hath Cassius liv'd

of wine : To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him? Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks.

Bru. And my heart too.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
O Brutus!

Bru. Come in, Titinius: – Welcome, good Mes-

What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Now sit we close about this taper here,
When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, And call in question our necessities.
Makes me forgetful?

Cas. Portia, art thou gone?
Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, Bru.

No more, I pray you.
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Messala, I have here received letters,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,

(Noise wilhin. Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Poet. (Within.] Let me go in to see the generals : Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour.
They be alone.

Bru. With what addition ?
Luc. [Within.) You shall not come to them. Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry,
Poet. (Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Have put to death an hundred senators.
Enter Poet.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree
Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Mine speak of seventy senators, that died
Poet. For shame, you generals : What do you By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Cas. Cicero one ?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ; Mes.

Ay, Cicero is dead,
For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. And by that order of proscription.
Cas. Ha, ha ; how vilely doth this cynick rhyme! Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?

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Bru. No, Messala.


Good night, good brother. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus. Bru. Nothing, Messala.


Farewell, every one. Mes. That, methinks, is strange.

[Ereunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Bru. Why ask you ? Hear you aught of her in yours?

Re-enter Lucius, with the Gown. Mes. No, my lord.

Give me the gown. Bru. Now, as yo are a Roman, tell me true.

Where is thy instrument ?

Luc. Here in the tent. Mes. Then like a Roinan bear the truth I tell :

Bru. For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

What, thou speak'st drowsily?

Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. - We must die, Call Claudius, and some other of my men; Messala :

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. With meditating that she must die once,

Luc. Varro, and Claudius !
I have the patience to endure it now.
Mes. Even so great nen great losses should endure.

Cas. I have as much of this in art 4 as you.
But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Var. Calls my lord ?
Bru. Well
, to our work alive. What do you think, It may be

, I shall raise you by and by

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep;
Of marching to Philippi presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.

On business to my brother Cassius.
Your reason?

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your Cas.

This it is :

pleasure. 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us :

Bru. I will not have it so : lie down, good sirs; So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,

Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

I put it in the pocket of my gown. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to

[Servants lie down. better.

Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forDo stand but in a forc'd affection;

getful. For they have grudg'd us contribution :

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, The enemy, marching along by them,

And touch thy instrument a strain or two. By them shall make a fuller number up,

Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd;


It does, my boy; From which advantage shall we cut him off,

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. If at Philippi we do face him there,

Luc. It is my duty, sir. These people at our back.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; Cas.

Hear me, good brother. I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Bru. Under your pardon. - You must note be

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. side,

Bru. It is well done ; and thou shalt sleep again; That we have try'd the utmost of our friends,

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe :

I will be good to thee.

[Musick and a Song The enemy increaseth every day,

This is a sleepy tune:

O murd'rous slumber! We, at the height, are ready to decline.

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace

upon my boy, There is a tide in the affairs of men,

That plays thee musick ? Gentle knare, good Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

night; Omitted, all the voyage of their life

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument; On such a full sea are we now afloat;

I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night, And we must take the current when it serves,

Let me see, let me see; Or lose our ventures.

down, Cas. Then, with your will, go on;

Where I left reading ? Here it is, I think. We'll on ourselves, and meet him at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity;

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. Which we will niggard with a little rest.

How ill this taper burns! -Ha! who comes here? There is no more to say ?

I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, Cas.

No more.

Good night; That shapes this monstrous apparition. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

It comes upon me - art thou any thing? Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Exit Lucius.] Fare- Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, well, good Messala :

That mak’st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? Good night, Titinius : - Noble, noble Cassius, Speak to me, what art thou. Good night, and good repose.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Cas.

O my dear brother!

Bru. This was an ill beginning of the night :

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Never come such division 'tween our souls !

Bru. Well;
Let it not, Brutus.

Then I shall see thee again?
Every thing is well.

Cas. Good night, my lord.

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- Is not the leaf turn'd

[He sits down.

Why com'st thou ?

Ay, at Philippi.

(Ghost vanishes.

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