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Cæs. What, Brutus !

Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. Cas.

Pardon, Casar; Cæsar, pardon : Tf Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

May safely come to him, and be resolv'd To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

How Cæsar hath desery'd to lie in death, Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you : Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : So well as Brutus living; but will follow But I am constant as the northern star,

The fortunes and affairs of poble Brulus, of whose true-fix'd and resting quality,

Thorough the bazards of this untrod state, There is no fellow in the firmament.

With all true faith. So says my master Antony. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Romau ; They are all fire, and every one doth shine ;

I never thought him worse.
But there's but one in all doth hold his place : Tell him, so please him, come unto this place,
So, in the world "Tis farnish'd well with men, He shall be satisfied ; and, by my honour,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Depart untouch'a.
Yet, in the number, I do know but one

I'll feteh him presently. [Exit. That unassailable holds on his rank,

Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend Unshak'd of motion : and, tbat I am he,

Cas. I wish we may: but yet I have a mind,
Let me a little show it, even in this;

That fears bim mueb'; and my misgiving still
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Re-enter Antony.
Cin. 0 Cæsar,
Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Bru. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark
Dec. Great Cæsar,

Antony. Caes.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ! Ant. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low ! Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, (Casca stabs Cæsar in the Neck. Cæsar catches Shronk to this little measure ! -Fare thee well.

hold of his Arm. He is then stabbed by I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
several other Conspirators, and at last by Mar- Who else must be let blood, who else is rank :
cus Brutus.

If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Cæs. Et tu, Brute 1-Then fall, Caesar.

As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument (Dies. The Senators and People retire in Con- of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich fusion,

With the most noble blood of all this world. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead ! I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, aud cry out, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !

I shall not find myself so apt to die :
Bru. People and senators ! be pot affrighted ; No place will please me so, po mean of death,
Fly not; stand still :--ambition's debt is paid. As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

The choice and master spirits of this age.
Dec.

And Cassius too. Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. Bru. Where's Pablins?

Though now we must appear bloody aud cruel, Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. As, by our hands, and this our present act,

Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's You see we do ; yet see yon but our hands, Should chance

And this the bleeding business they have done : Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Pablius, good cheer; Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful; There is no harm intended to your person,

And pity to the general wrong of Rome Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius. (As fire drives out fire, so, pity, pity),

Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischiet. To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony :

Bru. Do so; and let no man abide this deed, Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, Bat we the doers.

of brothers' temper, do receive you in Re-enter Trebonius.

With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Cas. Where's Antony ?

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, Fled to his house amaz'a! In the disposing of new dignities. Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run,

Bru. Only be patient, tiil we have appeas'ı As it were doomsday.

The multitude, beside themselves with fear,

And then we will deliver you the cause, Bru. Fates? we will know your pleasures : Why 1, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, Tbat we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,

Have thus proceeded. And drawing days out, that men stand upon,

Ant. Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life,

I doubt not of your wisdom,

Let each man render me his bloody band : Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ;-
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand ,
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd,
His time of fearing death. --Stoop, Romans, stoop,

Now, Decius Brulus, yours ;--now yours, Metellus ;

Yours, Cinna ;-and my valiant Casca, yours ;And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:

Thougb last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonias.

Gentlemen all ;-alas! what shall I say?
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place;
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,

My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom and Liberty ! Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence, That I did love tliee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true :

Either a coward, or a tlatterer.-
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,

If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Io states unborn, and accents yet unknown!
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, To see thy Antony making his peace,

Shall it not grieve thee , dearer than thy death, That now on Pompey's basis lies along,

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
No wortbier than the dust?
Cas.

So oft as that shall be, Most noble! in the presence of thy corse ?
So often shall the knot of us be callid

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, The men that gave our country liberty.

Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,

It would become me better, than to close
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas.

Ay, every man away :

In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Brutus shall lead ; and we will grace his heels

Pardon me, Julius !-Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome,

Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,

Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson's in thy lethe. Enter a Servant.

o world! thou wast the forest to this hart: Bru. Soft, who comes here! A friend of Antony's. And this, indeed, 0 world, the heart of thee.

Serv. Thus, Brutas, did my master bid me kneel; How like a deer, stricken by many princes, Thas did Mark Antony bid me fall down.

Dost thou here lie! And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:

Cas. Mark Antony, Bratas is noble, wise, valiant, and bonest;

Ant.

Pardon me, Caius Cassius : Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:

The enemies of Cæsar shall say this ; Say, I love Brutus, and I honoar him;

Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Tre.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so;

SCENE II. The same. The Forum.
But what compact mean you to have with us!
Will you be prick'd in nomber of our friends;

Enter Brutus and Cassins, and a Throng of Citizens. Or shall we on, and not depend on you ?

Cit. We will be satisfied ; let as be satisfied.
Ant. Therefore, I took your bands; but was, indeed, Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
sway'd froin the point, by looking down on Cæsar. Cassius, go you into the other street, (friends.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all; And part the numbers.-
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here ;
Why, and wherein, Cresar was dangerous.

Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle : And public reasons shall be rendered
Our reasons are so full of good regard,

Of Cæsar's death.
That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,

1 Cit.

I will hear Brutus speak. You should be satisfied.

2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reaAnt. That's all I seek :

When severally we hear them rendered. [s0s, And am moreover suitor, that I may

[Erit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. Produce his body to the market-place;

Brutus goes into the Rostrum. And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,

3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence ! Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. Be patient till the last. Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my Cas.

Brutus, a word with you. cause ; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me You know not what you do ; Do not consent, [ Aside for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, That Antony speak in his funeral :

that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom; Know you how much the people may be mov'a and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. By that which he will utter!

If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Bru.

By your pardon ; Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus love to Caesar I will myself into the palpit first,

was no less than his. If then that friend demand, And show the reason of our Caesar's death :

why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, What Antony shall speak, I will protest

Noi that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome He speaks by leave and by permission;

more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die And that we are contented, Cæsar shali

all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.

free men ! As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him ; as It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. I honour bim: but, as he was ambitious, I slew

Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body, him : 'There is tears, for his love; joy, for his forYou shall not in your funeral speech blame us, tune; honour, for his valour; and death, for bis But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;

ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a And say, you do't by our permission ;

bondman! If any, speak; for him have I offended. Else shall you not have any hand at all

Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? About his funeral : And you shall speak

If any, speak; for him bave 1 offended. Who is In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, After my speech is ended.

speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a Ant. Be it so ;

reply. I do desire no more.

Cit. None, Brutus, none.! Several speaking at once. Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. Bru. Then none have I offended. 'I have done no

[Exeunt all but Antony. more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol : his That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

his offences enforced, for which he suffered death, That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood !

Enter Antony and others, with Cæsar's Body. Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: Which,' like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, who, though he had no hand in his death, shall reTo beg the voice and utterance of my tongue;

ceive the benefit of bis dying, a place in the comA curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;

monwealth ; As which of you shall not ! With this Domestic fary, and fierce civil strife,

I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:

of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

shall please my country to need my death! And dreadful objects so familiar,

Cit Live, Brutas, live! live! That mothers shall but smile, when they behold I Cit. Bring him with triumph bome unto his house. Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:

3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar. And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge,

4 Cit.

Cæsar's better parts With Ate by his side, come hot from hell,

Shall now be crown'd in Brutus. Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and Cry, Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war;

Bru. My countrymen,---

(clamours. That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

2 Cit.

Peace; silence ! Brutus speaks, With carrion men, groaning for burial.

1 Cit. Peace; ho ! Enter a Servant.

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not!

And, for my sake, stay here with Antony : Serv. I do, Mark Antony.

Do grace tó Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony,

Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming: By our permission, is allow'd to make. And bid me say to you by word of mouth,

I do entreat you, not a man depart, 0 Caesar

(Seeing the Body. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. i Cit. Stay, hol and let us bear Mark Antony. Passion, I see, is catching for mine eyes,

3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,

We'll hear bim :- Noble Antony, go up. Began to water. Is thy master coming!

Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. Serv. He lies to-night within sevenleagues of Rome. 4 Cit. What does he say of Bratus? Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath 3 Cit.

He says, for Brutus sake, chanc'd :

He finds himself beholden to us all. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, 4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no barm of Bratas here. No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ;

1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant. Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;

3 Cit.

Nay, that's certain : Thou shalt not back, till I bave borne this corse We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him. Into the market-place : there shall I try,

2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say. In my oration, how the people take

Ant. You gentle Romans, The cruel issue of these bloody men;

Cit.

Peace, ho ! let us hear him. According to the which, thou sbalt discourse

Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your To young Octavius of the state of things.

I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise bim. Lend me your hand. (Exeunt with Cæsar's Body. The evil that men do, lives after them;

(ears ;

The good is oft interred with their bones;

3 Cit. You sball have leave. So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutas

4 Cit. A ring; stand round. Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious :

1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand froin the body, If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony. And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd'it.

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Here, under leave of Brutos, and the rest

Cit. Stand back! room! bear back! (For Brutus is an honourable man;

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. So are they all, all honourable men ,)

You all do know this mantle : I remember Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

The first time ever Cæsar put it on; He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

"Twas on a suinmer's evening, in his tent; But Brutus says, he was ambitious;

That day be overcame the Nervii : And Brutus is an honourable man.

Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: He hath brought many captives home to Rome. See, wbat a rent the envious Casca made: Whose ransonis did the general coffers fill:

Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Did this in Cæsar seen ambitious !

And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept : Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff :

As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; And Brutus is an honourable mau,

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: You all did see, that on the Lupercal,

Judge, O you gods, bow dearly Cæsar lord him! I thrice presented him a kingly crowa,

This was the most unkindest cut of all Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Ingratitude', more strong than traitors' arms, And, sure, he is an honourable man.

Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

And, in his mantle muffling up his face, But here I am to speak what I do know.

Even at the base of Pompey's statua, You all did love hiin opce, not without cause ; Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. What cause withholds you then to inourn for him? 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! O judgment, thou art fled to brutishi beasts,

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, And men have lost their reason !- Bear with me; Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,

0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel And I must pause till it come back to me

The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. I Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold

2 Cit. It thou consider rightly of the matter, Our Corsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Caesar has had great wrong.

Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 3 Cit. Has he, masters?

I Cit. 0 piteous spectacle ! I fear, there will a worse me in his place.

2 Cit. O noble Caesar! 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take 3 Cit. O woful day ! the crown;

4 Cil. O traitors, villains ! Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

I Cit. O most bloody sight! 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,-seek 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with -burn, - fire,-kill, --slay!-let not a traitor live. weeping

(Antony. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. 2 Cit. We'll hear him; we'll follow hiin, we'll die Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might with him. Have stood against the world : now lies he there, Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir And none so poor to do bim reverence,

To such a sudden Hood of mutiny.

[you up O masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir

They, that have done this deed, are honourable; Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

What private griefs they have, alas, I know noi, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, That made them doit; they are wise and honourable, Who, you all know, are honourable inen:

And will, no doubt, with reasous answer you. I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

I come noi, friends, to steal away your hearts; To wrong, the dead, to wrong myself and you, I am no orator, as Brutus is : Than I will wrong such honourable men.

Bot, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, Bat bere's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, That love my friend; and that they know full well I found it in his closet, 'tis bis will:

That gave me public leave to speak of him. Let but the commons hear this testament

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), Action, nor utterance, por the power of speech, And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, To stir men's blood. I only speak right on; And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;

I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb And, dying, mention it within their wills,

months, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, Unto their issue.

And Brutus Antony, there were an Autony 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. Wonld ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will. In every wound of Cæsar, that should move Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not the stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. read it;

Cit. We'll mutiny. It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you.

I Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. You are not wood, you are not stones, but wen; 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar,

Ant. Yet hear nie, countrymen : yet hear me speak, It will inflame you, it will make you mad :

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Avtony. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not For if you should, 0, what would come of it!

what: 4 Cit. Read the will ; we will hear it, Antony; Wherein hath Cæsar thus desert'd your loves! You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will.

Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then :-
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile ? You have forgot the will I told you of.
I have o'ershót myselt, to tell you of it.

Cit. Most true ;-the will ;-let's stay, and hear the I fear, I wrong the bonourable men,

will.) Whose daggers lave stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.

4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men ! To every Roman citizen he gives, Cit. The will! the testament !

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will ! 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! --we'll revenge his death. read the

3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? Ant. Hear me with patience. Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar,

Cit. Peace, ho ! And let me show you him that made the will,

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, Cit. Come down,

On this side Tiber: he hath left them you, 2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the Pulpit. And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,

To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

The three-fold world divided, he should stand Here was a Cæsar: When comes such another? One of the three to share it? 1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away:

Oct.

So you thought him ; We'll barn his body in the holy place,

And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, And with the brand's fire the traitors' houses. In our black sentence and proscription. Take up the body.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you : 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

And though we lay these honoars on this man, 3 Cit. Pluck down benches.

To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold;

[Exeunt Citizens, with the Body. To groap and sweat under the business, Ant. Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afoot, Either led or driven, as we point the way ; Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fellow! And having brought our treasure where we will,

Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Enter a Servant.

Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

And graze in commons. Ant. Where is he!

Oct.

You may do your will; Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

Ant. So is my horse, Octavias; and, for that,

I do appoint him store of provender. And in this mood will give us any thing.

It is a creature that I teach to tight,
Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius

To wind, to stop, to ran directly on ;
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people,

His corporal motion goveru'd by my spirit.

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : (Exeunt.

A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
SCENE III. The same. A Street,

On objects, arts, and imitations ;
Enter Cinna the Poet.

Which, ont of use, and stal'd by other meu,

Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him, Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, But as a property. And now, Octavius. And things unluckily cbarge my fantasy :

Listen great things.-- Brutus and Cassius, I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Are levying powers: we must straight make head : Yet something leads me forth.

Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, [out; Enter Citizens.

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd 1 Cit. What is your name?

And let us presently go sit in council, 2 Cit. Whither are you going?

How covert matters may be best disclos'd, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

And open perils surest answered. 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ?

Oct. Let us do so ; for we are at the stake, 2 Cit. Answer every man, directly.

And bay'd about with many enemies ; 1 Cit. And briefly.

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischief.

[ Exeunt. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

SCENE II. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell! Am I a married man, or a Before Brutus Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Solbriefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a diers : Titinius and Pindarus meeting them, bachelor

Bru. Stand here. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry :-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Pro

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand,

Bru. What now, Lacilius ? is Cassius near ? ceed; directly.

Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy!

To do you salutation from his master.

[ Pindarus gives a Letter to Brutus. Cin. As a friend. 2 Cit. That matter is answer'd directly.

Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers, 4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish 3 Cit. Your name, sir, traly.

Things done, undone : but, if he be at band,

I shall be satisfied. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

Pin.

I do not doubt, 1 Cit. Tear himn to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

But that my noble master will appear 4 Cit. Tear bim for his bad verses, tear him for his such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius : bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

How he received you, let me be resolved. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cipoa; plock But not with such familiar instances,

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. Nor with such free and friendly conference,

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Bratus', to Cassins'; burn all. Some As he hath us'd of old.

Thou hast describd to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Lucilius, Ligarius': away; go.

(Eseunt.

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
ACT IV.

But hollow men, like horses hot at band,
SCENE I. The same. A Room in Antony's House.

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle:

But when they should endure the bloody spur, Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a Table.

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Ant. These many then shall die; their names are Sink in the trial. Comes bis army on? [ter'd ; prick'd.

[pidus ? Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarOct. Yoar brother too must die; Consent you, Le- The greater part, the horse in general, Lep. I do consent.

Are come with Cassius.

[ March within. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Bru.

Hark, he is arriv'd ;-
Lep: Upon condition Publius shall not live, March gently on to meet him.
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. Chim.

Enter Cassius and Soldiers,
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn
Bat, Lepidus, you to Caesar's house ;

Cas. Stand, ho !
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. How to cat off some charge in legacies.

Within. Stand. Lep. What, shall I find you here!

Within. Stand. Oct.

Or here, or at Within, Stand. The Capitol.

[Exit Lepidus. Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong Ant. This is a slight unmeritable mal,

Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies! Meet to be sent on errands : Is it fit,

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother!

Strike, as thoo didst at Cæsar i foreheart :

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, And when you do them

I may do tliat I shall be sorry for. Bru.

Cassias, be content, Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. Speak your griefs softly,--I do know you well: - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; Before the eyes of both our armies here,

For I am arni'd so strong in honesty, Wbich should perceive nothing but love from us, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away; Which I respect not. I did send to you Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griets, For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;And I will give you audience.

For I can raise no money by vile means : Cas.

Pindarus,

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, Bid our commanders lead their charges off

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring A little from this ground.

From the bard hands of peasants their vile trash, Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man By any indirection. I did send Come to our teut, till we have done our conference. To you for gold to pay my legions, Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. (Exeunt. Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassias ?

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
SCENE III. Within the Tent of Brutus. When Marcus Brutas grows so covetous,
Lucius and Titinius at some Distance from it.

To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Enter Brutus and Cassius.

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Dash him to pieces ! Cas. That you have wrongd me, doth appear in this: Cas.

I denied you not. You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,

Bru, You did. For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Cas.

I did not :-he was but a fool, Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,

That brought my answer back.-- Brutus hath riv'd my Because I knew the man, were slighted off. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, [heart:

Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. But Brutus makes inine greater than they are. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. That every nice offence should bear his comment. Cas. You love me not. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Bru.

I do not like your faults. Are much condemn'd to have an itching palu; Cas. A friendly eye could never see snch faults. To sell and mart your offices for gold,

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear To undeservers.

As huge as high Olympus.
Cas.
I an itching palm!

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. For Cassius is aweary of the world.

Bru. The name of Cassias honours this corruption, Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother; And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observa, Cas. Chastisement !

[ber! Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conu'd by rate, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remem To cast into my teeth. 0, I could keep Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake!

My spirit from mine eyes ! --There is my dagger, What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And here my oaked breast;, within, a heart And not for justice! What, shall one of us,

Dearer than Plutas' mine, richer than gold : That struck the foremost man of all this world, If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; But for supporting robbers; shall we now

1, that denied thee gold, will give Contaminate our fingers with base bribes!

know, And sell the mighty space of our large honours, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him Por so much trash, as may be grasped thus !

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassins.

(better I had rather be a dog, and bay the moou,

Bru.

Sheath your dagger: Than such a Roman.

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Cas.
Brutus, bay not we,

Do whai you will, dishonour shall be humour. I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,

o Cassius, yoa are yoked with a lamb To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,

That carries anger, as the flint bears tire; Older in practice, abler than yourself

Who, much eotorced, shows a hasty spark,
To make conditions.

And straight is cold again.
Bru.
Go to ; you're not, Cassius. Cas.

Hath Cassius liv'd
Cas. I am

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutas, Bru. I say, you are not.

When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Cas. Do you confess so much! Give me your hand. Bru. Away, slight man!

Bru. And my heart too. Cas. Is't possible?

Cas.

O Brutus l_
Bru,
Hear me, for I will speak. Bru.

What's the matter? Must I give way and room to your rash choler! Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ! When that rash humour, which iny mother gave me,

Cas. O ye gods ! ye gods ! Must I endure all this? Makes me forgetful.
Bru. All this! ay, more : Fret, till your proud heart

Yes, Cassius; and henceforth,

When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Go, show your slaves how cholerie you are, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. And make your bond men tremble. Must I budge?

[Noisé soithin. Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch

Poet. [ Within] Let me go in to see the generals; Under your testy hamour? By the gods,

There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

They be alone.
Though it do split you : for, from this day forth, Luc. [Within] You shall not come to them.
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, Poet. [ Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.
When you are waspish.

Enter Poet.
Is it come to this ?

Cas. How now? What's the matter?
Bru, You say, you are a better soldier :

Poet. For sbame, you generals; What do you mean? Let it appear so ; make your vaanting true,

Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ; And it shall please me well; For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. [Brutus ;

For I liave seen inore years, I am sure, than ye. Cas. Yon wrong me every way, you wroug me,

Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cypic rhyme! I said, an elder soldier, not a better;

Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; sancy fellow, hence.

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion. Did I say, better? Bru. If you did, I care not.

Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his

time: Cas. When Cæsar lir'd, he durst not thus bave mov'd me.

tim.

What should the wars do with these jigging fools ? Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted Companion, hence.

Cas. Cas. I durst not?

Away, amay; begone. [Exit Port. Bru, No.

Enter Lucilius and Titinius. Cas. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru. Luciiius and Titinius, bid the commanders Bru.

For your life you durst not. Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

Brue.

break;

Cas.

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