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Nor the insoppressive mettie of our spirits,

Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
To think, that, or our cause, or our performanoe, Bru. By the eighth hour : Is that the uttermost?
Did need an nath; when every drop of blood, C'in. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,

Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard,
I guilty of a several bastardy,

Who rated him tor speaking well of Pompey;
If he do break the smallest particle

I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Oi any pron;ise that hath pass'd from him.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by bim :
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? He loves me weil, and I have given hun reasons ;
I think, he will stand very strong with us.

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Carca. Let us not leave him out.

Cas. The morning comes upon us : we'll leave
Cir. No, by no means.

you, Brutus :-
Met. o let us have him ; for his silver hairs And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all remember
Will purchase us a good opinion,

What you have said, and shew yourselves true Ro.
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily ;
Oar youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
But all be buried in his gravity.

But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Bru. O, name him not ; let us not break † with With untired spirits, and formal constancy :
him;

And so, good-morrow to you every one.
Por he will never follow any thing

(Ereunt all but Brutus. That other men begin.

Boy! Lucius !–Fast asleep? It is no matter;
tas. Then leave him out.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Thou hast no ligures 1, nor no fantasies,
Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Which busy care draws in the brains of men ;
Cæsar?

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
('as. Decius, well urged:-I think it is not meet,
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Cæsar,

Enter PORTIA
Should ontlive Cæsar : we shall find of him

Por. Brutus, my lord !
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, Bru. Portia, what mean yon? Wherefore rise
li he inproves them, may well stretch so far,

you now?
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

It is not for your health, thus to commit
Let Antony, and Cæsar, fail together.

Your weak condition to the raw.cold morning.
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently,
Cassius,

Brutus,
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper,
Like wrath in death, and envy: afterwards : You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
For Antony is but a limb of Casar.

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
Let us be sacrilicers, but no butchers, Cains. And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; You stared upon me with ungentle looks:
And in the spirit of men there is no blood :

I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
0, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, But, with an angry waîture of your hand,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;

Gave sign for me to leave you : so I did;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods.

Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds:

Which seeni'd too much enkindled ; and, withal,
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
And after seem to chide them. This shall make It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
Oar purpose necessary, and not envious :

And, could it work so inuch upon your shape,
Which so appearing to the common eyes,

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.
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar

Bru. Why, so I do:-Good Portia, go to bed.
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him : Por. Is Brutus sick? And is it physical
If he love Cæsar, all that he can do

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours
Is to himself; take thought, and Jie for Cæsar : Of the dank || morning ? Whai, is Brutus sick;
And that were much he should; for he is given And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To sports, to wildness, and much company. To dare the vile contagion of the night?

Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus ;

(Clock strikes. You have some sick offence within your mind, Bru. Peace, count the clock.

Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
Cus. The clock hath stricken three.

I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
Treb. Tis time to part.

I charm yoa, by my once-commended beauty,
Cas. But it is doubtful yet,

By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Whe'r || Cæsar will come torth to-day, or no: Which did incorporate and make us one,
For he is superstitious grown of late;

That you unfold to me, yourself, your hall,
Quite from the main opinion he held once

Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Oriantasy, of dreams, and cerenionies 5:

Have had resort to you: for here have been
It may be, these apparent prodigies,

Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,

Even from darkness.
And the persuasion of his augurers ,'

Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brum
Dec. Never fear that: if he be so resolved,

tus. I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear,

Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,

Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, That appertain to you? Am I yourself,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers;

But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,

To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
He says, he does ; being then most flattered. And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell' I but in the
Let me work :

suburbs
For I can give this humour the true bent;

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
Let us not break the matter to him.

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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,
Being so father'd, and so husbanded'?

And I do fear them.
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose theni : Cas. What can be avoided,
I have niade strong proof of my constancy,

Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods !
Giving myself a voluntary wound

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!

princes.

(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.

(Exit Portia.

Re-enter a SERVANT.
Enter Lucius and LAGARIUS.

What say the augurers ?
Lucius, who is that, knocks ?

Serv. They would not have you to stir forth toLauc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with

day. you.

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.
To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick! We were two lions litter'd in one day,

Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand And I the elder and more terrible ;
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

And Cæsar shall go forth.
Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Cab. Alas, my lord,
Had you a healthtúl ear to hear of it.

Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome! That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
Brave son, derived from honourable loins !

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,
And, with a heart new-tired, I follow you, And tell them, that I will not come to day :
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,

Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser;
That Brutus leads me on.

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?
SCENÉ 11.-The same.- A Room in Cæsar's Palace. Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,

To be aseard to tell grey beards the truth?
Thunder and Lightning.--Enter CÆSAR, in his

Decius, to tell them, Cæsar will not come.
Night-gown.

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.
Serv. My lord ?

Calphunia here, iny wife, stays me at home :
Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, She dreamt lo-night she saw my statua,
And bring me their opinions of success.

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;

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Decios. he shall tell theme il! Good morro,

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can Luc. Madam, what should I do?
say:

Run to the Capitol, and nothing elset
And know it now; the senate have concluded And so return to you, and nothing else
abe eloads,
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar.

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look
If you shall send them word, you will not come,

well, Capitol:

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?
When Casar's wife shall meet with better dreams. Luc. I hear none, madam.
If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Por. Pr'ythee, listen well;
Lo, Cæsar is afraid ?

I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
Pardon me, Cæsar : for my dear, dear love

And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
To your proceeding bids me tell you this ;

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
And reason to my love is liable ..
Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal-

Enter SOOTHSAYER.
phurnia

Por. Come hither, fellow;
I am ashamed I did yield to them,

Which way hast thou been?
Give me my robe, for I will go :-

Sooth. Ai mine own house, goed lady.

Por. What is't o'clock?
Enter PUBLIUS, BROTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.
Casca, TREBONTUS, and Cinna.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?
And look where Publins is come to fetch me.

Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.

To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Cas. Welcome, Publius.-

Por. Thoir hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too !-

Sooth. That I have', lady; if it will please Cæsar
Good morrow, Casca.-Caius Ligarius,

To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy,

I shall beseech him to be t'riend himself.
As that same ague which hath made you lean. Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended
What is't o'clock?

towards him?
Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear Ces. I thank you for your pains and co rtesy.

may chance.

Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
Enter ANTONY.

The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,

Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Is notwithstandig op :

Will crowd a feeble man almost to death :
Good morrow, Antony.

I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Ant. So to most noble Cæsar.

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
I am lo blame to be thus waited for.

The heart of woman is! O Brutus!
Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :-What, Trebonius! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!
I hare an hour's talk in store for you ;

Sure, the boy heard me :- Brutus hath a suit,
Remember that you call on me to-day.

That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint :-
Be near me, that I may remember you.

Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ;
Treb. Cæsar, I will,-and so near will I be, Say, I am merry: come to me again,

(A side. And bring me word what he doth say to thee. That your best friends shall wish I had been fur.

(Exeunt.
ther.
Ces. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine

ACT III.
with me ;
And we, like friends, will straightway go together. SCENE I.--The same.-The Capitol ; the Senate
Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cæsar,

sitting
The heart of Bruius yearns to think upon !

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,
Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cas- and others.
sius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna :

Cas. The ides of March are come.
trust not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber;
Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast uronged

Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these

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,

Artemidorus.
Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along,

Cas. What touches us ourself, shall be last served.
And as a suitor will I give him this.

Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly,

Cas. What, is the fellow mad ?
Out of the teeth of emulations.

Pub. Sirrah, give place.
If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;

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.
Enter PORTIA and Lucius.

Cas. What enterprize, Popilius ?
Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house ;

Pop. Fare you well. (Advances to Casar.
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone :

Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Why dost thou stay?

Cas. He wish'd to-day our enterprize might thrive.
Luc. To know, my errand, madam.

I fear, our purpose is discovered.
Por. I would have had thee there, and here

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,
O constancy, be strong upon my side!

Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!

For I will stay myself.
I have a man's mind, but a woman's night.

Bru. Cassius, be constant :
How hard it is for women to keep counsel !-

Popilios Lena speaks not of our purposes ;
Art thou here yet ?

For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.

Cas. Trebonius knows his time ; for, look you, • Subordinate.

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(Exeunt Antury and Trebonius.- Casar and Cus. Where's Antony !
the Senators taxe their Seats.

Tie. Fled to his house amazed ;
Drc. Where is Melellas Cimber? Let him go, Men, wives, and children, slare, cry out, and run,
And presently prefer bis suit to Cæsar.

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,
Low-crook'd curl'sies, and base spaniel fawning. That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
Thy brother by deeree is banish'i;

No worthier than the dust?
If thou dost bend, and pray, and lawn for bim, Cas. So oft as that shall he,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way:

So often shall the knot of us be call'd
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; vor without cause The men that gave our country liberty.
Will he be satisfied.

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;
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:

Cas. I could be well moved, if I were as you; Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : Say, I fear's Cæsar, honour'd him, and loved him.
But I am as constant as the northern star,

If Brutus will vouchsare, that Antony
Of whose true.tix'd, and resting quality,

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,
Let me a little shew it, even in this;

He shall'be satistied; and, by my honour,
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, Depart untouch'd.
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Serv. I'll fetch him presently.
Cin. O Cæsar

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.

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Hath done this deed on Cæsar. Por your part, Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark

(Ercunt all but Antony. Antony:

Ant. 0, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth,
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, That I am meek and gentle wiur these butchers !
Ot brothers' temper, dotlı receive you in

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. That ever lived in the side of times.

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, Woe to the band that shed this costly blood !
In the disposing of new dignities.

Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,-
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeased Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
The maltitude, beside themselves with fear, To beg the voice and uiterance of my tongue ;
And then we will deliver you the cause,

A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, Domestic fury, and fierce civil strile,
Have thus proceeded.

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy :
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.

Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
Let each man render me his bloody hand :

And dreadful objects so familiar,
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; That mothers shall but smile, when they hehold
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand :-

Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;-Now yours, Metellus; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
Yoors, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;- And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre- With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
bonius.

Shail in these contines, with a monarch's voice,
Gentlemen all,- Alas! what shall I say?

Cry Havock +, and let slip the dogs of war;
My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Either a coward or a faltérer.-
That I did love thee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true:

Enter a SERVANT.
If then thy spirit look upon us now,

You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, Serv. I do, Mark Antony.
To see thy Antony making his peace,

Ant. Casar did write for him to come to Rome.
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,

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,

O Cæsar!

[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,
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.

Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Pardon me, Julius : -Here wast thou bay'd, brave Began to water. Is thy master coming?
hart;

Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,

Rome.
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'u in thy lethe.

Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what o world! thou wast the forest to this hart;

hath chanced :
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee, Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
How like a deer, stricken by many princes, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ;
Dost thou here lie ?

Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while ;
Cas. Mark Antony,

Thou shalt not back, ull I have borne this corse
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius :

Into the market-place : there shall I try,
The enemies of Cæsar shall say this ;

In my oration, how the people take
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

The cruel issue of these bloody men ;
Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so ; According to the which, thou shalt discourse
But what compáct mean you to have with us?

To young Octavius of the state of things.
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Lend me your hand. (Eseunt, with Casar's Body.
Or shall we on, and not depend on you!
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, in- SCENE 1].-The same.-The Forum.

deed,
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.

Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a Throng of

CITIZENS.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.
Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.

Bru. Then follow nie, and give me audience,
Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle :

friends :-
Our reasons are so full of good regard,

Cassius, go you into the other street,
That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,

And part the numbers.
You should be satisfied.

Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here;
Ant. That's all I seek :

Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And am moreover suitor, that I may

And public reasons shall be rendered
Produce his body to the market-place;

Of Cæsar's death.
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,

1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
Speak in the order of his funeral.

2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

reasons,
Cas. Brutus, a word with you.

When severally we hear them rendered
You know not what you do: do not consent,

[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.

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