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was ambitious, I slew him: there is tears, for his You all did love him once, not without cause; love; joy, for his fortune ; honour, for his valour; What cause with holds you then lo mourn for him and death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, O judgment, thou art tied to brutish beasts, that would be a bondian? If any, speak; for him And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me; have I offended. Who is here so rude that would My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I And I must pause till it come back to me. offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love I cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his say. his country? If any, speak; for him have I of.

ings. fended. I pause for a reply.

2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cit. None, Brutus, none.

Cæsar has had great wrong. (Several speaking at once. 3 Cit. Has he, masters? Bru. Then none have i otfended. I have done I fear, there will a worse come in his place. no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. 4 C'it. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take The question of his death is enroll'd in the Capitol :

the crown; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; Therefore, 'lis certain, he was not ambitious. ner his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. death,

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

weeping Enter ANTONY and others, with Cæsar's Body. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Here comes his body, mourn’d by Mark Antony :

Antony. who, though he had no hand in his death, shall re- 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. ceive the benefit of his dying, a place in the com- Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might mon-wealth ; as which of you shall not? With this Have stood against the world : now lies be there, I depart; that, as I slew my best lover for the And none so poor. to do him reverence. good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, O masters! It' I were disposed to stir when it shall please my country to need my death.

Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassias wrong, I Cit. Bring him with triumph bome unto his Who; you all.know, are honourable men: house.

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.

Than I will wrong such honourable men. 4 Cit. Cæsar's better parts

But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shcuts Let but the commons hear this testament, and clamours.

(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) Bru. My countrymen,-

And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 2 Cit. Peace ; silence Brutus speaks.

And dip their napkins + in his sacred blood; 1 Cit. Peace; ho!

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

And, dying, niention it within their wills,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony : Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech

Unto their issue.
Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony, 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark An-
By our permission, is allow'd to make.

tony. I do entreat you, not a man depart,

Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. (Erit.

will. 1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair;

read it; We'll hear him:-Noble Antony, go up.

It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; 4 Cil. What does he say of Brutus?

And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, 3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake,

It will intiame you, it will make you mad : He finds himself beholden to us all.

'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; 4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus For if you should, 0, what would come of it! here.

4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; I cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant,

You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will. 3 Cit. Nay, that's certain :

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. 2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.

I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Ant. You gentle Romans,

Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. Cit. Peace, ho! Let us hear him.

4 Cit. They were traitors: honourable men! Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me

Cit. The will! The testament ! your ears ;

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will! I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

Read the will! The evil, that men do, lives after them;

Ant. You will compel me then to read the will! The good is oft interred with their bones;

Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus

And let me shew you him that made the will. Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious:

Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

Cit. Come down. And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd' it.

2 Cit. Descend. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

(He comes down from the Pulpit. (For Brutus is an honourable man;

3 Cit. You shall have leave. So are they all, all honourable men ;)

4 Cit. A ring; stand round. Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

i Cit. Siand from the hearse, stand from the He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

body. But Brutus says, he was ambitious;

2 Cil. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony: And Brutus is an honourable man.

Ant. Nay, press not so upon nie ; stand far off. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Cit. Stand back! Room! Bear back! Whose ransomes did the general coffers fill:

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Cæsay hath wept: You all do know this mantle : I remember Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

The first time ever Cæsar put it on; Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; And Brutus is an honourable man.

That day he overcame the Nervii You all did see, that on the Lupercal,

Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
And, sure, he is an honourable man.

Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it;
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.

• The meanest man is now too high to do rever

ence to Cæsar. • Friend,

+ Handkerchiefs.

now.

As rushing out of doors, to be resolved

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;

(Ereunt Citizens, with the Body. For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: Ant. Now let it work: mischief, thou art afoot, Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him! Take thou what course thou wilt !-How now, felThis was the most unkindest cut of all :

low ? For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

Enter a SERVANT. Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. And, in his mantle moftling up his face,

Ant. Where is het Even at the base of Pompey's statua,

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him: Q, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

And in this mood will give us any thing. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us t.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel

Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. The dintt of pity: these are gracious drops.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold

How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ! Look you here,

(Exeunt. Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. i Cit. O piteous spectacle !

SCENE III.-The same.- A Street. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

Enter CINNA, the Poet.
3 Cit. O woful day!

Cin. I dreamt to-night, tbat I did feast with Cæsar,
4 Cit. O traitors, villains !
1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

And things unluckily charge my fantasy :
2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge ; about, - Yet something leads me forth.

I have no will to wander forth of doors,
seek,-barn,-fire,-kill,-slay !- Let not a traitor
live.

Enter CITIZENS.
Ant. Stay, countrymen.

1 Cit. What is your name?
I cit. Peace there :—Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. Whither are you going?
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die 3 Cit. Where do you dwell?
with him.

4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ?
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir 2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
you up

I Cit. Ay, and briefly.
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

4 Oit. Ay, and wisely. They, that have done this deed, are honourable ;

3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.
What private griefs ý they have, alas, I know noi, Cin. What is my nanie ? Whither am I going?
That made them do it; they are wise and honuur. Where do I dwell i Am I a married man, or a ba-
able,

chelor? Then to answer every man directly, and
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; bachelor.
I am no orator, as Brutus is :

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

that marry :-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Thai love my friend ; and that they know full well Proceed ; directly. That gave me public leave to speak of him.

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,

Cin. As a friend. To stir men's blood : I only speak right on;

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ;

4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. mouths,

3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly. And bid then speak for me: but were I Brutus, Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet: In every wound of Cæsar, that should move

4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear hin for The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

his bad verses. Cut. We'l mutiny.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck 1 Cr. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. Cir. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.

3 Cit. Tear_him, tear bim. Come, brands, ho! Ant, Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me

Fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some speak

to Decius' house, and some to Casca's ; some to Li-
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony: garius': away; go.

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

ACT IV.
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves ?
Alas, you know not ;-I must tell yon then :- SCENE I. The same.-A Room in Antony's House.
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true ;-the will ;-let's stay, and hear Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a Table.
the will.

Ant. These many then shall die ; their names are
Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.

prick'd. To every Roman citizen he gives,

Oct. Your brother too must die : Consent you,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas l.

Lepidus ?
2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar 1-We'll revenge his Lep. I do consent.
death.

Oct. Prick * him down, Antony.
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Ant. Hear me with patience.

Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Cit. Peace, ho!

Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot I damn
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

him !
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house ;
On this side Tyber; he hath left them you,

Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,

How to cut off some charge in legacies.
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Here was a Cæsar: When comes such another? Oct. Or here, or at
1 Cit. Never, never :-come, away, away :

The Capitol.

[Erit Lepidus. We'll burn his body in the holy place,

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable mau, And with the brands fire the traitor's houses.

Meet to be sent on errands : Is it fit, Take up the body.

The three-fold world divided, he should stand 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

One of the three to share it? 3 Cit. Plúck down benches.

Oct. So you thought him ;

And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
• Statua for statue, is common among the old in our black sentence and proscription.
writers.

+ Was successful.
* Impression. Grievances. | Greek coin. • Set, mark.

+ Condemn.

!

ence.

case.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you ; Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides
And though we lay these honours on this man,

wrongs ;
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, And when you do them
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,

Bru. Cassius, be content,
To groan and sweat under the business,

Speak your griets softly, I do know you well :-
Either led or driven, as we point the way;

Before the eyes of both our armies here,
And having brought our treasure where we will, Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Let us not wrangle : bid them move away;
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And graze in commons.

And I will give you audience.
Oct. You may do your will;

Cas. Pindarus,
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, A little from this ground.
I do appoint him store of provender.

Bru. L ilius, do the like; and let no man
It is a creature that I teach to fight,

Come to our tent, till we have done our confer.
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.

Let Lucius and Tilinius guard our door. (Exeunt.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : SCENE III.--Within the Tent of Brutus. -
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

cius and Titinius at some distance from it.
On objects, arts, and imitations ;

Enter BRUTU'S and CASSIUS.
Which, out of use, and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion : do not talk of him,

Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in
But as a property. And now, Octavius,

this :
Listen great things.--Brutus and Cassius

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
Are levying powers: we must straight make head : For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Therefore, let our alliance be combined,

Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
out;

Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write is such a
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclosed, Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
And open perils surest answered.

That every nice + offence should bear his comment.
Oct. Let us do so ; for we are at the stake,

Bru, Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
And bay'd † about with many enemies ;

Are much condemi'd to have an itching palm;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Millions of mischief.

(Exeunt. To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?
SCENE II.-- Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near You know, that you are Bratus that speak this,
Sardis.

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Sol. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor diers : TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

ruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Bru, Stand here.

Cas. Chastisement !
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.
Bru. What now, Lucilius? Is Cassius near ?

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re

meinber!
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.

Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
(Pindarus gives a Letter to Brutus.

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
Bru. Hegreeis me well. Your master, Pindarus, That struck the foremost man of all this world,

And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand,

Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
I shail be satisfied.

And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
Pin. I do not doubt,

For so much trash, as may be grasped thus :-
But that my noble master will appear

I had rather be a dog, and way I the moon,
Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Than such a Roman.
Bru. He is not doubted.- A word, Lucilius :

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
How he received you, let me be resolved.

I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough ;

To hedge me in $; I am a soldier, I,
But not with such familiar instances,

Older in practice, abler than yourself
Nor with such free and friendly conference,

To make conditions II.
As he hath used of old.

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

Cas. I am.
Bru. Thou hast described.
A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,

Bru. I say, you are not.
When love begins to sicken and decay,

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself ;
It useth an enforced ceremony.

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith .

Bru. Away, slight man!
But follow men, like horses hot at hand,

Cas. Is't possible?
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle :

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
But when they should endure the bloody spur,

Must I give way and room to your rash choler
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,

Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this?
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be qaar-

Bru. All this ? Āy, more: fret, till your proud terd;

heart break;
The greater part, the horse in general,

Go, shew your slaves how choleric you are,
Åre come with Cassius.

(March within.

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budget
Bru. Hark, he is arrived :

Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
March gently on to mett him.

Under your testy humour? By the gods,

You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

Though it do split you : for, from this day forth,
Cas. Stand, ho!

I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

When you are waspish.
Ilithin. Stand.

Cas, Is it come to this!
Within. Staud.

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:
Iluthin. Stand.

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
wrong.

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine ene- Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,
mies ?

Brutus;
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother

• Grievances. + Trilling.

I Bait, bark at. • As a thing at our disposal.

Limit my authority. + Surrounded, baited.

| Terms, ti w confir the oflices at my disposal.

rm of your bodies

1999 you Fell:

here, tut lose from us, Dure asayi uge your griefs,

ir charges off

and let po man ve done our core

with you

Pent of Brutis.i distance from it.

Cassits.

tid Locios Pella, : Sardians;

rahis side, tre slighted E. u, to write in socki s, it is not meet culd bear his comnd **?as, you yourse, re an itching paia; es for gold,

I said, an elder soldier, not a better :

Enter POET,
Did I say better?

Cas. How now? What's the matter?
Bru. If you did, I care not.

Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you
Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have

meant muved me.

Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ; Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempt. Por l' have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. ed him.

Cas. Ha, ha; how vilety doth this cynic rhyme ! Cas. I darst not

Bru. Get you bence, sırrah; saucy fellow, hence, Bru, No.

Cus. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his taslnion. (as. What? Durst not tempt him?

Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his Bru. For your life you durst not.

uime :
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, What should the wars do with these jigging fools !
I nay do that I shall be sorry for.

Companion', hence.
Bry. You have done that you should be sorry for. Cus. Away, away ; begone.

(Exit Poet.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats :
For I am arm's so strong in honesty,

Enter LUCILIUs and TITINIUS.

Bru. Lucinius and Titinius, bid the commanders
I our door. (Excos That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

Prepare to lodge their companies tv-night.
Por certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala
For I can raise no money by vile means.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

Immediately to us. (Ereunt Lucilius and Titinins.
And drop niy blood for drachmas", than to wring Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so 'd me, doth appear1 From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send

angry. To you for gold to pay my legions,

Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

If you give place to accidental evils.
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia is
To luck such rascal counters from his friends,

dead.
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Cas. Ha! Portia ?
Dash him to pieces !

Bru. She is dead.
Cas. I denied you not.

Cas. How scaped I killing, when I cross'd you
Bru. You did.

Sol-
Cas. I did not :-He was but a fool,

O insupportable and touching loss!
That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath rived + Upon what sickness?
my heart;

Bru. Impatient of my absence;
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Have made themselves so strong ;-for with her
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.

death
Cas. You love me not.

That tidings came ;-With this she fell distract,
Bru. I do not like your fanlts.

And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see soch faults. Cas. And died so?
Bru. A fatterer's would not, though they do ap- Bru. Even so.
pear

Cas. O ye immortal gods !
As huge as high Olympus.
(as. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl of
Por Cassius is aweary of the world :
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; In this I bury all unkindness, Cassias. (Drinks.
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge :-
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, Fill, Lucius, lill the wine o'erswell the cup;
To cast into my teeth. 0, 'I could weep

I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. (Drinks.
Miy spirit from mine eyes !-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart

Re-enter TITINIUS, with Messala.
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold;

Bru. Come in, Tilinius :- Welcome, good Mes
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

sala.-
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart : Now sit we close about this taper here,
Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, And call in question our necessities.
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him Cas. Portia, art thou gone?
better

Bru. No more, I pray you.-
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

Messala, I have here received letters,
Bru. Sheath your dagger :

That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ; Come down upon ns with a mighty powert,
Do what yon will, dishonour shall be humour. Bending their expedition towards Philippi.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour.
That carries anger, as the fiint bears tire;

Bru. With what addition!
Who, much enforced, shews a hasty spark,

Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry,
And straight is cold again.

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Cas. Hath Cassius lived

Have put to death an hundred senators.
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree;
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd vexeth him? Mine speak of seventy senators, that died

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cas. Do you confess so much! Give me your Cas. Cicero one?
hand.

Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead,
Bru. And my heart too.

And by that order of proscription.-
Cas. 0 Brutus!

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?
Bru. What's the matter?

Bril. No, Messala.
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her
When that rash bumour, which my mother gave Bru. Nothing, Messala.
me,

Mes. That, methinks, is strange.
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Why ask your Hear you aaght of her in
Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth,

yours? When you are over earnest with your Brutus, Mes. No, my lord. He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

(Noise within. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
Poet. (Within.) Let me go in to see the general; For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Mes.
They be alone.

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Luc. (Within.) You shall not come to them. With meditating that she must die once ,
Poet. (Within.) Nothing but death shall stay me. I have the patience to endure it now.
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Mes. Even so great mon great losses should en. Bru. It does, my boy:
dure.

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, Luc. It is my duty, Sir.
But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; kBru. Well, to our work alive. What do you I know, young bioods look for a time of rest. think

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. of marching to Philippi presently?

Bru. It is well done ; and thou shalt sleep again; Cas. I do not think it good.

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Bru. Your reason !

I will be good to thee. (Music, and a Song. Cas. This it is :

This is a sleepy tune :-O mord’rous slumber! 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us :

Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good night; Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. better.

Let me see, let me see :-Is not the leaf turn'd The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

down, Do siand but in a forced affection;

Where I left 'reading! Here it is, I think. For they have grudged us contribution:

(He sits doun. The enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up,

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR. Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged ; How ill this taper burns !-Ha! Who comes here ! From which advantage shall we cut him off, I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, If at Philippi we do face him there,

That shapes this monstrous apparition. These people at our back.

It comes upon me :- Art thou any thing? Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note be. That makest my blood cold, and my hair to share side,

Speak to me, what thou art. That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:

Bru. Why comest thou ? The enemy increaseth every day,

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. We, at the height, are ready to decline.

Bru. Well; There is a lide in the affairs of men,

Then I shall see thee again? Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

(Ghost vanishes. Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest : On such a full sea are we now afloat;

Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. And we must take the current when it serves, Boy! Lucius !-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Or lose our ventures.

Claudius !
Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument

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

Luc. My lord ! Which we will niggard with a little rest.

Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou 50 There is no more to say ?

cry'dst out. Cas. No more. Good night;

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Exit Lucius.) Farewell,

thing? good Messala ;

Luc. Nothing, my lord. Good-night, Titmus :-Noble, noble Cassius, Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah, Claudios! Good-night, and good repose.

Fellow thou! awake. Cas. O my dear brother!

Var. My lord. This was an ill beginning of the night:

Clau. My lord. Never come such division 'tween our souls !

Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your sleep! Let it not, Brutus.

Var. Clau. Did we, my lord ? Bru. Every thing is well.

Bru. Ay: Saw you any thing? Cas. Good night, my Jord.

Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing. Bru. Good night, good brother.

Clau. Nor 1, my lord. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my brother Cars Bru. Farewell, every one.

sius ;
(Ereunt Cas. Tit. and Mes. Bid him set on his powers betimes before,

And we will follow.
Re-enter Lucius, with the Goun.

Var. Clau, It sball be done, my lord.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Luc. Here in the tent.

ACT V.
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily!
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er. SCENE 1.- The Plains of Philippi.

watch'd.
Call Claudius, and some other of my men ;

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answerd: Luc. Varro, and Claudius !

You said, the eneniy would not come down,

But keep the hills and upper regions ;
Enter Varro and CLAUDIUS.

It proves not so : their battles are at hand;
Var. Calls my lord ?

They mean to warn + us at Philippi here, Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Answering before we do demand of them. It may be, I shall raise you by and by

Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know On business to my brother Cassius.

Wherefore they do it: they could be content V'ur. So please you, we will stand, and watch To visit other places; and come down

With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
Brn. I will not have it so: lie down, good Sirs ; To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage ;
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.

But 'tis not so.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.

Enter a MESSENGER.
(Servants lie down. Mess. Prepare you, generals:
Lue. I was sure, your lordship did not give it me. The enemy comes on in gallant show ;
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forget their bloody sign of hatte is hung out;
ful.

And something to be done immediately. Canst thou hold mp thy heavy eyes awhile,

Ant. Octavius, lead your batlle softly on, And touch thy insirument a strain or two?

Upon the left hand of the even field. Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you,

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left. • Theory.

Sceptre.

[Ereunt.