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To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
The melting spirits of women, then, coantrymen,

[Clock strikes. What need we any spur, but our own cause, Bru. Peace, count the clock! To prick us to redress? what other bond,

Cas. The clock hath stricken three.
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Treb. 'Tis time to part.
And will not palter? and what other oath,

Cas. But it is doubtful yet,
Than honesty to honesty engag’d,

Whe'r Caesar will come forth to-day, or no:
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

For he is superstitious grown of late ;
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous, Quite from the main opinion he held once
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls of fantasy, of drea is, and ceremonies :
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear It may be, these apparent prodigies,
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
The even virtue of our enterprize,

And the persuasion of his augurers,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, May hold him from the Capitol to-day:
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Dec. Never fear that. If he be so resolv'd,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood, I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,

And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
If he do break the smallest particle

Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

But, when I tell him, he hates tlatterers,
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? He says, he does; being then most flattered.
I think he will stand very strong with us.

Let me work;
Casca. Let us not leave him out.

For I can give his humoor the true bent:
Cin. No, by no means.

And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Will purchase us a good opinion,

Bru. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Met. Cains Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
But all be buried in his gravity.

I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him ; Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
For he will never follow any thing

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
That other men begin.

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. Then leave him out.

Cas. The morning comes upon us: we'll leave you,
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Caesar? And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember
Cas. Decius, well urg'd:- I think it is not meet, What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro-
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Caesar,
Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him

Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, Let not our looks put on our purposes;
If he improve them, may well stretch so far, But bear it as our Roman actors do,
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy :
Let Antony, and Caesar, fall together.

And so, good-morrow to you every one !
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassias,

(Exeunt all but Brutus.
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Boy! Lucius! - Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.

Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies.
Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
And in the spirit of men there is no blood :

Enter Portia.
0, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit, Por. Brutus, my lord !
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,

Bru. Portia, what mean you ? Wherefore rise you
Caesar must bleed for it! and, gentle friends,

Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; It is not for your health, thus to commit
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning.
Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds:

Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently,
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper,
And after seem to chide them. This shall make You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
purpose necessary, and not envious:

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
Which so appearing to the common cyes,

And, when I ask'd you what the matter was,
We shall be call'd purgers, uot murderers. You star'ıl upon me with angentle looks :
And for Mark Antony, think not of him;

I urg'd yon further; then you scratch'd your head,
For he can do no more, than Caesar's arm,

And too impatiently stamp'd with your fuot:
When Caesar's head is off.

Yet I insisted, yüt you answer'd not;
Cas. Yet I do fear him:

But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar, Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did;

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
If he love Caesar, all that he can do

Which seem'd too much enkindled; and withal,
Is to himself ; take thought, and die for Caesar; Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
And that were much he should; for he is given Which sometime kath his hour with every man.
To sports, to wildness, and much company, It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; And, could it work so much upon your shapes

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As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. Thon, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, And I will strive with things impossible;
He would embrace the means to come by it. Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. Why, so I do. - Good Portia, go to bed! Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men
Por. Is Brutus sick? and is it physical

whole. To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick;

sick? And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caios, To dare the vile contagion of the night?

I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air

To whom it must be done.
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;

Lig. Set on your foot;
You have some sick offence within your mind, And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
Which, h:y the right and virtue of my place, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
I ought to know of: and upon my knees

That Brutus leads me on.
I charm you, by my once commended beauty, Bru. Follow me then !

Ereunt. By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one,

SCENE II.-- The same. Aroom in Caesar's palace. That

you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nighoWhy you are heavy; and what men to-night

gown. Have had resort to you: for here have been Caes. Nor hearen, nor earth, have been at peace toSome six or seven, who did hide their faces

night: Even from darkness.

Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out: Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia !

Help, ho! They murder Caesar. Who's within? Por, I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus,

Enter a Servant.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Serv. My lord ?
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets

Cues. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, That appertain to you? Am I yourself,

And bring me their opinions of success. But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;

Serv. I will, my lord.

Erit. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

Enter CALPHURNIA. And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Cal. What mean you, Caesar? Think

you Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

forth? Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Bru. You are my true and honourable wife; Caes. Caesar shall forth. The things, that threateo'd As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops

me, That visit my sad heart.

Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see Por. If this were true; then should I know this se- The face of Caesar, they are vanished.

Cal. Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,

Yet now they fright me. There is one within, A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:

Besides the things that we have heard and seed, I grant, I am a woman: but, withal,

Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.

A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; Think you, I am no stronger, than my sex, And graves have yawn’d, and yielded up their dead: Being so father'd, and so husbanded?

Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them: In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war; I have made strong proof of my constancy,

Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : Giving myself a voluntary wound

The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Here, in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And not my husband's secrets ?

And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets Bru. O ye gods,

O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, Render me worthy of this noble wife!

And I do fear them.

(Knocking within. Caes. What can be avoided, Hark, hark! one koocks. Portia, go in a while; Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? And by and by thy bosom shall partake

Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these predictions The secrets of my heart.

Are to the world in general, as to Caesar. All my engagements I will construe to thee, Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen All the charactery of my sad brows:

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Leave me with haste!

[Exit Portia. princes. Enter Lucics and LIGARIUS.

Caes. Cowards die many times before their deaths; Lucius, who is that, knocks ?

The valiant never taste of death but once. Luc. Here is a sick man, that wonld speak with you. Of all the wonders, that I yet have heard, Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. It seems to me most strange, that

men should fear Boy, stand aside!-Caius Ligarius! how? Seeing that death, a necessary end, Lig. Vouchsafe good-morrow from a feeble tongue. Will come, when it will come. Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,

Re-enter a Servant." To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick! What say the angurers?

Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-dog. Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, They could not find a heart within the beast. Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Caes. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Lig. By all the gods, that Romans bow before, Caesar should be a beast without a heart,


with me;


If he should stay at home to-day for fear.

Caes. Welcome, Publius! -
No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well, What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?-
That Caesar is more dangerous, than he.

Good-morrow, Casca! - Caius Ligarius,
We were two lions litter'd in one day,

Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy,
And I the elder and more terrible;

As that same ague which hath made you lean. -
And Caesar shall go forth.

What is't o'clock?
Cal. Alas, my lord!

Bru. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.

Caes. I thank


for your pains and courtesy. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear,

That keeps you in the house, and not your own.

See! Antony, that revels long o’nights,
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; Is notwithstanding up:-
And he shall say, you are not well to-day: Good-morrow, Antony!
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Ant. So to most noble Caesar!
Caes. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;

Caes. Bid then prepare within:
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

I am to blame to be thus waited for. –
Enter Decius.

Now, Cinna! - now, Metellus ! — what, Trebonius!
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Dec. Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar! Remember, that you call on me to-day:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Be near me, that I may remember you.
Caes. And you are come in very happy time, Treb. Caesar, I will:— and so near will I be, [-Aside.
To bear my greeting to the senators,

That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:

Caes. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day. Tell them so, Decius!

And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Caes. Shall Caesar send a lie?

Bru. That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,

The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt.
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth!

SCENE III. - The same. A street near the Capitol.
Decius, go tell them, Caesar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,

Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading u paper.
Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.

Art. Caesar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of
Caes. The cause is in my will, I will not come;

Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to That is enough to satisfy the senate.

Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus But, for your private satisfaction,

Cinber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast Because I love you, I will let you know.

wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home : in all these men, and it is bent against Cuesar. If She dreamt to-niglit she saw my statua,

thou be'st not immortal, look about you. Security Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods dejend Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans

thee! Thy lover, Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.

And these does she apply for warnings, portents,

Here will I stand, till Caesar pass along,
And evils imminent; and on her knee

And as a suitor will I give him this.
Hath begg’d, that I will stay at home to-day. My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;

Out of the teeth of emulation.
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:

If thou read this, o Caesar, thou may'st live!
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, If not, the fates with traitors do contrive! (Exit.
In which so many smiling Romans bath’d,
Signifies, that from you great Rome shall suck

SCENE IV. — The same. Another part of the same
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press

street, before the house of Brutus.
For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.

Enter PORTIA and Lucius.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Caes. And This way have you well expounded it. Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone!
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: Why dost thou stay ?
And know it now. The senate have concluded Luc. To know my errand, madam!
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
If you shall send them word, you will not come, Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !

the senate till another time,

I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. How hard it is for women to keep counsel!.
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Art thou here yet?
Lo, Caesar is afraid?

Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear, dear love

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
To your proceeding bids me tell you this;

And so return to you, and nothing else?
And reason to my love is liable.

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, Caes. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal- For he went sickly forth : and take good note, phurnia ?

What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
I am ashamed I did yield to them.--

Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Give me my robe, for I will go.

Luc. I hear none, madam,
Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, Licarius, Metellus, Casca, Por. Priythee, listen well!
TREBONTUS, and Cinna.

I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And look where Publius is come to fetch me. And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Pub. Good-morrow, Caesar!

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

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(Dies. The Senators and People retire in Ruu hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!

Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Por, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Fly not; stand still!- ambition's debt is paid! 614

Enter Soothsayer.

(Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Caesar and

the Senutors tuke their seats. Por. Come hither, fellow! Which way hast thou been ?

Dec. Where is Metellas Cimber? Let him go, Sooth. At mine own house, good lady!

And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. Por. What is't o'clock?

Bru. He is address'd: press near, and second hím. Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady!

Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Cues. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, That Caesar, and his senate, must redress?
To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
Por. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? Caesar,
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat

And humble heart:-
To be so good to Caesar, as to hear me,

(Kneeling. I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber! Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, towards him?

Might fire the blood of ordinary men; Sooth. None, that I know will be; much, that I And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,

Into the law of children. Be not fond fear may chance. Good-morrow to you ! Here the street is narrow :

To think, that Caesar bears such rebel blood, The throng, that follows Caesar at the heels,

That will be thaw'd from the true quality Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:

Low-crooked curt’sies, and base spaniel fawning.
I'll get me to a place more void, and there Thy brother by decree is banished;
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. (Exit. If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,

Por. I must go in. — Ah me! how weak a thing I spurn thee like a cur out of my way,
The heart of woman is ! O Brutus!

Know, Caesar doth not wrong; nor without cause
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Will he be satisfied.
Sure, the boy heard me: - Brutus hath a suit, Met. Is there no voice more worthy, than my OWL,
That Caesar will not grant. -0, faint: To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear,
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Say, I am merry: come to me again,

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
Aud bring me word what he doth say to thee. (Exeunt. Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Caes. What, Brutus !
А ст III.

Cas. Pardun, Caesar! Caesar, pardon! SCENEI. The same. The Cupitol; the Senate As low, as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, sitting.

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. A Crowd of People in the street leading to the Ca Caes. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; pitol; among them ArtemiDORUS, and the Sooth- If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: sayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar, BRUTUS, Cassius, But I am constant as the northern star, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, An-Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, TONY, LEPIDUS, POPilius, Publius, and Others. There is no fellow in the firmament. Caes. The ides of March are come.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Sooth. Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.

But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o’er-read, So, in the world. "Tis furnish'd well with men, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Art. 0, Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar! That unassailable holds on his rank,
Cues. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Unshak'd of motion : aud, that I am he,
Art. Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly! Let me a little show it, even in this;
Caes. What, is the fellow mad?

That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
Pub. Sirrah, give place!

Aud constant do remain to keep him so.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street?

Cin. O Caesar, – Come to the Capitol!

Caes. Hence! Wilt thoa lift up Olympus?
Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All Dec. Great Caesar,
the Senators rise.

Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kncel?
Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. Casca. Speak, hands, for me!
Cas. What enterprize, Popilius?

[Casca stabs Caesar in the neck. Caesar catckPop. Fare you well! [ Advances to Caesar.

es hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

several other Conspirators, and at last by
Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. Marcus Brutus.
I fear, our purpose is discovered.'

Caes. Et tu, Brute? - Then fall, Caesar!
Bru. Look, how he makes to Caesar: mark him!
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for'we fear prevention.
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,


Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out:
Bru. Cassius, be constant!
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes ;

Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you,

Casca. Go to the palpit, Brutas!
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Dec. And Cassius too!
Bru. Where's Publius?

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Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Ant. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cae- Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, sar's

Shrunk to this little measure? - Fare thee well!-
Should chance

I know not, gentlemen, what yon intend,
Bru. Talk not of standing; — Publius, good cheer; Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
There is no harm intended to your person,

If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius ! As Caesar's death's hour; nor no instrument

Cas. And leave us, Publius ! lest that the people, of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. With the most noble blood of all this world.

Bru. Do se! — and let no man abide this deed, I do beseech ye, if ye bear me hard,
But we the doers.

Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Re-enter TREBONI US.

Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
Cas. Where's Antony?

I shall not find myself so apt to die:
Tre. Fled to his house amaz'd:

No place will please me so, no mean of death,
Men, wives and children,-stare, cry out, and run, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
As it were doomsday.

The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures ! Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon. As, by our hands, and this our present act,
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

And this the bleeding business they have done:
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd And pity to the general wrong of Rome
His time of fearing death. — Stoop, Romans, stoop! (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony!
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
Let's all cry: Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cas. Stoop then, and wash! - How many ages

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong, as any man's, hence,

In the disposing of new dignities.
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over

Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown? The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, And then we will deliver you the cause,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,

Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
No worthier, than the dust?

Have thus proceeded.
Cas. So oft as that shall be,

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
so often shall the knot of us be call'd

Let each man reuder me his bloody hand:
The men that gave our country liberty.

First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;-
Dec. What, shall we forth?

Next, Caius Cassins, do I take your hand;
Cus. Ay, every man away!

Now, Decius Brutus, yours; - now yours, Metellus;
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heel's Yours, Cinna ; — and, my valiant Casca, yours ; -
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Though last, not least in love, yours , good Tre-
Enter a Servant.

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Gentlemen all, - alas! what shall I say ?

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down.

That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say. Either a coward or a flatterer.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;

That I did love thee, Caesar, 0, 'tis true :
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
Say, I fear'd Caesar, honour'ü him, and lov'd him. To see thy Antony making his peace,
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
How Caesar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead,

Weeping as fast, as they stream forth thy blood,
So well as Brutus living; but will follow

it would become me better, than to close The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,

In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Pardon me, Julius ! – Here wast thou bay'd, brave, With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
I never thought him worse.

Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson’d in thy lethe.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place, o world! thou wast the forest to this hart;
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour!

And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
Depart untouch'd.

How like a deer, stricken by many priuces,
Serv. I'll fetch him presently. Exit Servant. Dost thou here lie!
Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend. Cas. Mark Antony,
Cas. I wisli, we may: but yet have I a mind, Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius !
That fears him much ; and my misgiving still The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Re-enter Axtonr.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Caesar so ;
Bru. But here comes Antony.

Welcome, Mark But what compáct mean yon to have with us?
Antony !

Will you be priek'd in number of our friends ?

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