Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, | indeed, [Cesar. Sway'd from the point, by looking down on And bid me say to you by word of mouth,Friends am I with you all, and love you all; O Cesar!Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, [Seeing the Body. Why, and wherein, Cesar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle:
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you Antony the son of Cesar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all I seek:

And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market-place;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
Cas. Brutus, a word with you.-
You know not what you do; Do not consent,
That Antony speak in his funeral:

Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By that which he will utter?

Bru. By your pardon ;—

I will myself into the pulpit first,

And show the reason of our Cesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission;
And that we are contented, Cesar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it

done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.

Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR's Body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Cesar.

4 Cit. Cesar's better parts

Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours.

Bru. My countrymen,

2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cesar's corpse, and grace his
speech
[tony,
Tending to Cesar's glories; which Mark An-
By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

[Exit.

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him:-Noble Antony, go up. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to

you.

4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus? 3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake,

He finds himself beholden to us all.

And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see, that on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, [tion?
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambi.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause
What cause withholds you then to mourn for
him?

O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!--Bear with

me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
1 Cut. Methinks, there is much reason in his
sayings.

2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong.

3 Cit. Has he, masters?

I fear, there will a worse come in his place.
4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not
take the crown;

Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide

it.

2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.

4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there,

And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.

4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no harm of Bru-But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar, tus here.

1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant.

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can
say.

Ant. You gentle Romans,-
Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen,

me your ears;

lend

I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
The evil, that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men;)
Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome.
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cesar seem ambitious? [wept:
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

* Friend.

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,).
And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's

I fear, I wrong the honourable men, [it.
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cesar: I do fear
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men!
Cit. The will! the testament!

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will! read the will!

Ant. You will compel me then to read the
will?

Then make a ring about the corpse of Cesar,
And let me show you him that inade the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Cit. Come down.

2 Cit. Descend.

They, that have done this deed, are honour
able;
[not
What private griefs they have, alas, I know
That made them do it; they are wise and hon-
ourable,

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts,
I am no orator, as Brutus is:

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full
weli

That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, [He comes down from the Pulpit. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, tus,

3 Cit. You shall have leave.

4 Cit. A ring; stand round.

1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony.

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.

Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them

now.

You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Cesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;
That day he overcame the Nervii :-
Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger
through:

See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark, how the blood of Cesar follow'd it;
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd
him!

This was the most unkindest cut of all:
For when the noble Cesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty
heart;

And, in his mantle muflling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,* [fell.
Which all the while ran blood, great Cesa:
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.t
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but
behold

Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with trai-

tors.

And bid them speak for me: But were I Bru-
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.

1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspira-

tors.

Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me
speak.

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble
Antony.

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know
not what:

Wherein hath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves?
Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then :-
You have forgot the will I told you of.

Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and
hear the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cesar!-we'll revenge his death.

JULIUS CESAR.

people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the | The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
Oct. So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to
[die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same.-A Street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with
Cesar,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.

Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,
Our best friends made, and our best means
stretch'd out;

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And let us presently go sit in council,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'dt about with many enemies; [fear,
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I
Millions of mischief.
[Exeunt.

SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the
Camp near Sardis.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and
Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting
them.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS.
Fru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pin-
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
In his own change, or by ill officers, [darus,
Things done, undone: but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolv'd.
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect
enough;

But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath used of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,

Cas. Pindarus,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.

Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

[Exeunt.
SCENE 111-Within the tent of BRUTUS.
LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wrong'd me,
doth appear
in this:
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such

That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay* the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in;t I am a soldier, I
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.‡

Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cus. am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares?
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure
all this?

Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud
heart break;

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I

budge?

Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: For mine own
I shall be glad to learn of noble men. [part,
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong
me, Brutus;

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

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cesar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.'

Cus. I durst not?
Bru. No.

Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry

for.

[love,

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied

me;

[trash,

For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to
wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions, [Cassius?
Which you denied me: Was that done like
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Bait, bark at.
+ Limit my authority
Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal. Con