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It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius!-Here wast thou bay'd, brave
Cas. Mark Antony,-
Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Or shall we on, and not depend on you ?
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed,
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That's all I seek:
And am moreover suitor, that I may
Brutus, a word with you.—
You know not what you do; Do not consent, [Aside.
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be mov'd
I will myself into the pulpit first,
Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not.
Be it so ;
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By your pardon;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. [Exeunt all but ANTONY. Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man, That ever lived in the tide1 of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
1 course of times.
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming: And bid me say to you by word of mouth,—
[Seeing the body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching: for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy master coming?
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd:
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while;
[Exeunt, with CESAR's body.
A word formerly used in military operations, importing that
no quarter should be given.
Fire, sword, and famine.
3 A play upon the word as pronounced in Shakspeare's time.
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SCENE II.-The same. The Forum.
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.
Cit. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
Bru. Then follow me, 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 publick reasons shall be rendered Of Cæsar's death.
I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reaWhen severally we hear them rendered. [sons, [Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the rostrum.
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence!
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,—Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him: There are tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a [J. CES. 45]
Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Cit. None, Brutus, none.
[Several speaking at once. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR's body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; As which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.
Cæsar's better parts
Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and Bru. My countrymen,
1 Cit. Peace, ho!
Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech,
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair; We'll hear him :-Noble Antony, go up.
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