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at the door,
Nor the insoppressive mettie of our spirits,
Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard,
Who rated him tor speaking well of Pompey;
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by bim :
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. The morning comes upon us : we'll leave
you, Brutus :-
What you have said, and shew yourselves true Ro.
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
And so, good-morrow to you every one.
(Ereunt all but Brutus. That other men begin.
Boy! Lucius !–Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no ligures 1, nor no fantasies,
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Por. Brutus, my lord !
It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw.cold morning.
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
Gave sign for me to leave you : so I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
Which seeni'd too much enkindled ; and, withal,
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
And, could it work so inuch upon your shape,
As it hath much prevailid on your conditions, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
) should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, And for Mark Antony, think not of him
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. For he can do no more than Cæsar's armi,
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. When Cæsar's head is off.
Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, (as. Yet I do fear him:
He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why, so I do:-Good Portia, go to bed.
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours
Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
(Clock strikes. You have some sick offence within your mind, Bru. Peace, count the clock.
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm yoa, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
That you unfold to me, yourself, your hall,
Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Have had resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brum
tus. I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear,
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
of your good pleasure? If it be no more, And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. • Character.
• By his house.
Shew our designs
Shapes created by imagination.
h; and son grey essengers of day.
thai you are poche the son arse; 12 on the cuth, un of the year.
up higher uward nd the high cast
cris here. is aii oser, obe bg us ar resolution. Dil the lacel ni mes the time's atas,
reak off betines, oldie bed; 1 range oi, zery. But if these, rre enough
steel with ralour en; then, country at Pul tur own cause, tal other band, I bare spoke the word, Cu what other oath, e caged,
me srlte fois
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife ; And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up thetr Ani As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
dead; That visit my sad heart.
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Por. If this were true, then should I know this in ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, secret.
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
The noise of battle hurtled in the air, A woman that lord Brutus took to wife :
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan ; I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal,
And ghosts did shriek, and squealt about the A woman well-reputed ; Cato's daughter.
streets. Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods !
Yet Cæsar shall go fortlı: for these predictions Here, in ihe thigh : Can I bear that with patience, Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar. And not my husband's secrets ?
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; Bru. O ye gods,
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Render me worthy of this noble wise!
(Knocking within. Cas. Cowards die many times before their deaths; Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while; The valiant wever taste of death but once. And by and by thy bosom shall partake
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, The secrets of my heart.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear; All my engagements I will construe to thee, Seeing that death, a necessary end, All the charactery of my sad brows:
Will come when it will come. Leave me with haste.
Re-enter a SERVANT.
What say the augurers ?
Serv. They would not have you to stir forth toLauc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, Bru. Caius Lagarins, that Metellus spake of They could not find a heart within the beast. Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! How !
Cas. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble Cæsar should be a beast without a heart, tongue.
If he should stay at home to-day for fear. Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave No; Casar shall not: Danger knows full well, Caius,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand And I the elder and more terrible ;
And Cæsar shall go forth.
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house ; Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
And he shall say, you are not well to-day : My mortitied spirit. Now, bid me run,
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. And I will strive with things impossible ;,
Cas. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; Yea, get the better of them. What's to do
And, for thy huniour, I will stay at home, Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men whole.
Enter Decius. Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. sick!
Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
Cæsar: I shall an fold to thee, as we are going
I come to fetch you to the senate-house. To whom it must be done.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time, Lig. Set on your foot;
To bear my greeting to the senators,
Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day : Tell then so, Decius. Bru. Follow me then.
[Exeunt. Cal. Say, he is sick.
Cas. Shall Cæsar send a lie?
To be aseard to tell grey beards the truth?
Decius, to tell them, Cæsar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some Côs, Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace
Cluse ; to-night:
Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so. Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Cas. The cause is in my will, I will not come ; Help, ho! They murder Cæsar! Who's within 1 That is enough to satisfy the senate. Enter a SERVANT.
But, for your private satistaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphunia here, iny wife, stays me at home :
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Serv. I will, my lord.
(Exit. Did run pure blood; and nany lusty Romans Enter CALPHURNIA.
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents, Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk And evils imminent; and on her knee forth 1
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
Dec. Thus dream is all amiss interpreted; Cæs. Cæsar shall forth': the things that threat. It was a vision, fair and fortunate : en'd me,
Your statue spouling blood in many pipes, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see In which so many smiling Romans bathed, The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies t, Reviving blood and that great men shall press Yet now they fright me. There is one within, For tincture, strains, relics, and cognizance g. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, This by Calphurma's dream is signified. Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch, Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. A lioness bath whelped in the streels;
+ Cry with pain. • All that is character'd on.
As to a saint, for reliques. • Never paid a regard to prodigies or omens. As to a pruce tor honours.
yielded up their
cut furn of rar,
ond all ase,
e mizhty gods!
whese prediction as to Cæsar. Te are no cometer ze forth the deaa ces before their deal eath but once. -t have heard,
that men shoalds ary end,
ave you to stir fora cffering forth, rt within the beac 1 shame of cardia ithout a heart, -to-day for fear. uzer knows fall wel Tas than be. d in one day, e terrible;
ed in confidence.
call it my fear, ouse, and bor your y to the senate-house are not well to-day :
prevail in this nail say, I am not vei. will stay at home,
Decios. he shall tell theme il! Good morro,
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing elset
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock For he went sickly forth : and take good note, the air, Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. en did groan; Break up the senate till another time,
Hark, boy! What noise is that?
I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Por. Come hither, fellow;
Which way hast thou been?
Sooth. Ai mine own house, goed lady.
Por. What is't o'clock?
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Por. Thoir hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?
Sooth. That I have', lady; if it will please Cæsar
To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to be t'riend himself.
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear Ces. I thank you for your pains and co rtesy.
Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death :
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. (Exit. (es. Bid them prepare within :
Por. I must go in.--Ah me! How weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus!
Sure, the boy heard me :- Brutus hath a suit,
That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint :-
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ;
(A side. And bring me word what he doth say to thee. That your best friends shall wish I had been fur.
A Croud of People in the Street leading to the Capi. (Ereint.
tol ; among them ARTEXIDORUS, and the SoothSCENE NII.-The same.-A Street near the Capitol.
SAYER.-Flourish.- Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CasEnter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper.
Sills, Casca, Decius, METELLUS, TREBONTUS,
CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, Popilius, PUBLIUS,
Cas. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, men, and it is bent against Cæsar. ! thou be'st not At your best leisure, this his humble suit. immortal, look about you : security gives way to con
Art. 0 Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit spiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover I, That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar,
Cas. What touches us ourself, shall be last served.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly,
Cas. What, is the fellow mad ?
Pub. Sirrah, give place.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ? in my will, I will not be My heart laments, that virtue cannot live If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
Come to the Capitol.
[Exit. SCENE IV.-The same.- Another part of the same
CASAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.-All
the Senators rise. Street, before the House of BRUTUS.
Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprize, Popilius ?
Pop. Fare you well. (Advances to Casar.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. He wish'd to-day our enterprize might thrive.
I fear, our purpose is discovered.
Bru. Look, how he makes lo Cæsar : mark him. again,
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
Brutus, whai shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
For I will stay myself.
Bru. Cassius, be constant :
Popilios Lena speaks not of our purposes ;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.
Cas. Trebonius knows his time ; for, look you, • Subordinate.
the senate-borse. ume in rery bappy ,
the senators, will pot come to day: that I dare not, faisti y: Tell then so, Decik end a lie ! tretch'd mide arm so far, grey beards the truth! , Cæsar will not come.
Cæsar, let me knor & when I tell them .
listy the senate. te satisfaction, I will let you know
wife, stays me at home: i she saw my status, ain, with a handred Spass ; and many lusty Robin did bathe their bands in
apply for wanaings, portes st; and on her knee I will stay at home to-day. n is all amiss interpreted; Ir and forta nale: ing blood in many pipes, I smiling Rumans bathed,
m you great Home shall such nd that great mendall press #ins, reises), and agaimance f. ia's dream is similed. Hay hare you mail esfounded d.
• C with paio 1, for reliques. ile for honours
He draws Mark Autony ont of the way.
Tie. Fled to his house amazed ;
As it were doomsday. Bri. He is address'd * : press near, and second Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures : him.
That we shall die, we know ; 'Lis Lut the time, Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amiss, Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, That Casar and his senate must redress ?
Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Bru. Grant thai, and then is death a benefit: Cæsar,
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop, w" An humble heart :
(Kneeling. And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Cæs. I inust prevent thee, Cimber.
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : These conchings, and these lowly courtesies, Then walk we. forth, even to the market-place; Might fire the blood of ordinary men ;
And, waving our red weapons o'er our beads, And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,
Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! Into the law of children. Be not fond,
| Cas. Stoop then, and wash". How many ages To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
hence, That will be thaw'd from the true quality
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet In states unborn, and accents yet unknown ! words,
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
No worthier than the dust?
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
Dec. What, shall we forth? Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my Cas. y, every man away : own,
Brutus shall lead ; and we will grace his heels To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, With the inost boldest and best hearts of Rome. For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in fattery, Cæsar;
Enter a SERVANT. Desiring thee, that Publius Cinber may
Bru. Soft, who comes here! A friend of Antoni's, Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did niy master bid uue koel; Ces. What, Brutus!
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fail down: Cas. Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say, As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cas. I could be well moved, if I were as you; Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
If Brutus will vouchsare, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved There is no fellow in the firmament.
How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in deatlı, The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; So well as Brutus living ; but will follow But there's but one in all doth hold his place : The fortimes and affairs of noble Brutus, So, in the world ; 'tis furnish'd well with men, Thorough the hazards of this introd stale, And men are fiesh and blood, and apprehensive t; With all true faith. So says my master Antony: Yet, in the number, I do know but one
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; That unassailable holds on his ranki,
I never thought him worse. Unshaked of motion : and, that I am he,
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall'be satistied; and, by my honour,
Serv. I'll fetch him presently.
Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to Cas. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
friend. Dec. Great Cæsar,
Cas. I wish, we may: but yet have I a mind, Cas. Doth not Brutus bootless || kneel?
That fears him much ; and my misgiving still Cas. Speak, bands, for ine.
Falls shrewdly to the purpose. (Casca stabs Casar in the Neck.-Cesar catches hold of his Arm.- He is then stabbed by se
Re enter ANTONY. teral other Conspirators, and at last by Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Marcus Brutus.
Antony. Cæs. Et tu Brute 41-Then, fall, Cæsar.
Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou jie so low? (Dies.- The Senator's and People retire in Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, sports, confusion.
Shrunk to this little measure i-Fare chee well.Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !- I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streels. Who else must be let blood, who else is rank ::
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, If I myself, there is no hour so fit Liberty frecdom, and enfranchisement !
As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted ; of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich Fly not; stand still :-- Ambition's debt is paid. With the most noble blood of all this world. Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Dec. And Cassius too.
Now; whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Bru. Where's Publius?
Fulfil your pleasure." Live a thousand years, Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of No place will please me so, no mean of death, Cæsar's
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off, Should chance
The choice and master spirits of this are: Eru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, good cheer ; Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of ms. There is no harm intended to your person,
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, Nor to no Ronan else : so tell themi, Publius. Cas. And leave us, Publins ; lest that the people, You see we do ; yet see you but our bandes
As, by our hands, and this our present act, Rashing on us, should do your age some miscliier.
And this the bleeding business they have done: Bru. Do so ;-- and let no mun abide this decd, Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful; But we the doers.
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pily, pity,) • Ready.
+ Intelligent. Continues to hold it.
Solicinuion. • In Cæsar's blood. i linsucessfully.
And ihou, Brutus ? + Grown too high for the public safety.
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. Por your part, Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
(Ercunt all but Antony. Antony:
Ant. 0, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth,
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, Woe to the band that shed this costly blood !
Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy :
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
Shail in these contines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock +, and let slip the dogs of war;
Enter a SERVANT.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Ant. Casar did write for him to come to Rome.
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming : Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse?
And bid me say to you by word of mouth,Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
[Sceing the Body. Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, Ant, Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. It would become me better, than to close
Passion, I see, is catching: for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what o world! thou wast the forest to this hart;
hath chanced :
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while ;
Thou shalt not back, ull I have borne this corse
Into the market-place : there shall I try,
In my oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men ;
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a Throng of
Bru. Then follow nie, and give me audience,
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæsar's death.
1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
When severally we hear them rendered
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. (Aside.
Brutus goes into the Rostrum. That Antony speak in his funeral :
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence ! Know you how much the people may be moved Bru. Be patient till the last. By that which he will utter?
Romans, countrymen, and lovers @ ! hear me for my Bru. By your pardon ;
cause; and be silent that you may hear: believe I will myself into the pulpit first,
me for mine honour; and have respect to mine And shew the reason of our Cæsar's death :
honour, that you inay believe: censure me in your What Antony shall speak, I will protest
wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the He speaks by leave and by permission ;
better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. is my answer,--Not that I loved Cæsar less, but Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body. that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar You shall not in your funeral speech blaine us, were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar; were dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar loved And say, you do't by our permission;
me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice Else shall you not have any hand at all
at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he About bis funeral: and you shall speak In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
• Course. After my speech is ended.
+ The signal for giving no quarter. Ant. Be it so :
To let slip a dog at a deer, &c. was the techni. I desire no more.
cal phrase of Shakspeare's lime. Ś Friends.