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'That ever lived in the tide of times.
Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue,).
A curse shall light upon the line of men ;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so faniiliar,
That niothers shall but smile, when they hehold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war;
All pity chokd with custom of fell deeds;
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side come hot from hell
Shail in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry, Havock, and let slip the dogs. of war,
ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION OVER CÆSAR'S
FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears,
I come to bury Cæsar, 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 Cæsar! Noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar 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 Cæsar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to nie
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 Cæsar seem ambitious?
When that the poor hath cry'd, Cæsar hath wept';
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an hononsable man.
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And, sure, be 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
judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me.
My heart is in the coffin there with.Cæsar,
And I must pause till. it come back to me.
you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember, The first time ever Cæsar put it on,'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervi Look! In this place ran Cassius' dagger through! See what a rent ihe 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 Cæsar 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 Cæsar's angel. Judge, oh ye gods! how dearly Cæsar lov'd him; This, this was the unkindest cut of all; For when the nible Cæsar saw him stab, Ingralitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
While bloody treason flourish'd over us.
0! 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 Cæsar's vesture wounded? Jook: you
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.-
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not suir you up
sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable.
What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honourable ;
And will, no doubt, with reason 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 well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor uit’rance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood; I only speak right on:
you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths!
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
Aud Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should nove
The stones of Ruine to rise and mutiny.
THE QUARREL OF 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 letter (praying on his side,
Berause I knew the man) was slighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Cas. I an itching palm?
You knowy, that you are Brutus that spake this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
Bro. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
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 meed 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. Brulus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself,
To hedge ine in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say, you are noli
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself
Have mind upon your health_tempt me no farther.
Bru. Away, slight man !
Cas. Is't possible!
Bku. 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 gods! ye gods! must I endure all this?
Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret till your proud heart
Go, tell your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budged
Must I observe you must / 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 part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Caş. You wrong me every way you wrong meg.
I said, an elder soldier, not a, betier;
better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have mord
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not?-
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Cas. Do not presume too niuch upon my love;
I may do what I shall be sorry for.
Bry. You have done that you should be sorry for..
There is no terror, Cassius, in yout, threats;
For I am arm’d so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect nub.
I did send to you:
For certain sumş. of gold, which you deny.'d nie;
For I can raise no inoney by vile means.
By Heav'n, l'had rather.coin my heart,
And drop my blond for drachmas, than 10 wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection, I did send