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Should outlive Cesar : We sball find of him Boy Laucius 1-tast asleep 1 It is no matter :
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :
If he improves them, may well stretch so far, Thon bast no figures, nor no fantasies,
As to annoy us all : which, to prevent,

Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Let Antony and Cesar fall together.

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Cajas

To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs :
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :

Por. Brutus, my lord !
For Antony is but'a limb of Cesar.

Bru. Portia, what mean you Wherefore rise Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caigs.

you now? We all stand up against the spirit of Cesar; It is not for your health, thus to commit And in the spirit of men there is no blood : Your weak condition to the raw.cold morning. Oh I that we then could come by Cesar's spirit, Por. Nor for your's neither. You have unAnd not dismember Cesar! But, alas,

gently, Brutus, Cesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Stole from my bed : And yesternight, at supper, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ;

You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across : Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:

And when I ask'd you what the matter was, And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

You star'd upon me with ungentle looks : Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

I urg'd you further : then you scratch'd your And after seem to chide them. This shall make

head, Our purpose necessary, and not envious :

And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot : Which so appearing to the common eyes,

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not ;
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. But, with an angry wasture of your hand,
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ;

Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did ;
For he can do no more than Cesar's arın, Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
When Cesar's head is off.

Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, withal Cas. Yet I do fear him :

Hoping it was but an effect of humour, For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cesar, Which sometime hath his hour with every man.

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him : It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; If he love Cesar, all that he can do

And, could it work so much upon your shape, Is to himself ; take thought, and die for Cesar : As it bath inuch prevail'd on your condition, And that were much he should ; for he is given I should not know you, Brutus, Dear my lord, To sports, to wildness, and much company. | Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

Treb. There is no fear in him : let him not die; Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Por. Brutus is wise, and were be not in health,

(Clock strikes. He would embrace the means to come by it. Bru. Peace, count the clock.

Bru. Why, so I do :-Good Portia, go to bed. Cas. The clock hath stricken three.

Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical Treb. 'Tis time to part,

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Cas. But it is doubtful yet,

of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus sick; Whe'r Cesar will come forth to-day, or no : And will he steal out of his wholesome bed For he is superstitious grown of late ;

To dare the vile contagion of the night? Quite from the main opinion he held once And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies;

To add into his sickness ? No, my Brutus ; It may be, these apparent prodigies,

You have some sick offence within your mind, The unaccustom'd terror of this night,,

Which, by the right and virtue of my place, And the persuasion of his augurers,

I ought to know of: And upon my knees, May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

I charm I you, by my once commended beauty, Dec. Never fear that : if he be so resolv'd, By all your vows of love, and that great vow I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear

Which did incorporate and make us one, That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,

That you unfold to me, yourself, your hall, And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Why you are heavy ; and what men to-night Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :

Have had resort to you: for here have been But, when I tell him he hates fatterers,

Some six or seven, who did hide their faces He says, he does ; being tben most flattered. Even from darkness. Let me work:

Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia. For I can give this humour the true bent;

Por. I should not need, if you were gentle And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Brutus. Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch | Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, him.

Is it excepted, I should know no secrets Bru. By the eighth hour : Is that the utter That appertain to you? Am I yoursell, most?

But, as it were, in sort, or limitation ; Cin, Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cesar hard, And talk to you sometimes Dwell I but in the Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;

suburbs I wonder none of you have thought of bin. of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him : Portia is Brutus' barlot, not his wife. He loves me well, and I have given him reasons : 1 | Bru. You are my true and honourable wise : Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

As dear to ire, as are the ruddy drops Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave | That visit my sad heart. you, Brutus :

(member Por. If this were true, then should I know And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all re

this secret.
What you have said, and show yourselves true I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
Romans. .

A woman that lord Brutus took to wife :
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; I grant, I am a woman ; but, witbal,
Let not our looks put on I our purposes :

A woman well-reputed ; Cato's daughter.
But bear it as our Roman actors do,

Think you, I am no stronger than iny sex,
With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy: Being so father'd, and so husbanded
And so good morrow to you every one.

Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them (Exeunt all but BRUTUS. I have made strong proof of my constancy,

Giving myself a voluntary wound • Omens at sarrifices. By his house. Show our designs.

• Ideal shapes. Temper. Charge,

Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience, I The noise of battle hurtled in the air.
And not my husband's secrets ?

Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan ; Bru. O ye gods,

And ghosts did shriek, and squeal + about the Render the worthy of this noble wife!

streets, (Knocking within. O Cesar! these things are beyond all use, Hark, hark ! one knocks : Portia, go in a while; And I do fear them. And by and by thy bosom shall partake

Ces. What can be avoided, The secrets of my heart.

Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? All my engagements I will construe to thee, Yet Cesar shall go forth for these predictions All the charactery • of my sad brows :

Are to the world in general, as to Cesar. Leave me with baste.

(Exit Portia. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets

seel: Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS.

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Lucius, who is that, knocks?

princes. Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak Ces. Cowards die many times before their with you.

deaths; Bru. Caius Ligarins, that Metellus spake of. The valiant never taste of death but once. Boy, stand aside. -Caius Ligarius ! how ?

of all the wonders that I yet have heard, Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble It seems to me most strange that men should tongue.

Bru. Oh! what a time have you chose out, Seeing that death, a necessary end,
brave Cains,

Will come, when it will come.
To wear a 'kerchief ? 'Would you were not sick!
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand

Re-enter a SERVANT.
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

What say the augurers ? Rru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Serv. They would not have you to stir forth Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

to-day. Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, I bere discard my sickness. Soul of Rome ! They could not find a heart within the beast. Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!

Ces. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Thou, like an exorcist, bast conjur'd up

Cesar should be a beast without a heart, My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,

If he should stay at hoine to-day for fear. And I will strive with things impossible ;

No, Cesar shall not : Danger knows full well, Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? That Cesar is more dangerous than he. Bru. A piece of work that will make sick We were two lions litter'd in one day, men whole.

And I the elder and more terrible ;
Lig. But are not some whole that we must And Cesar sball go forth.
make sick ?

Cal. Alas, my lord,
Bru. That must we also. What it is my | Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.

Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,

That keeps you in the house, and not your own. To whom it must be done.

We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; Lig. Set on your foot ;

And he sball say you are not well to-day : And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you,

Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. To do I know not what : but it sufficeth,

Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; That Brutus leads me on.

And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Bru. Follow me then.


Enter DECIUS. SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in CESAR's Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Palace.

Dec. Cesar, all hail ! Good morrow, worthy

Cesar :
Thunder and Lightning. Enter CESAR, in his I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Ces. And you are come in very happy time, Ces. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace To bear my greeting to the senators, to-night :

And tell them that I will not come to-day : Thrice bath Calphuruia in her sleep cried out, Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser; Help, ho! they murder Oesar !--Who's within ? I will not come to-day : Tell them so, Decius.

Cal. Say, he is sick.
Enter a SERVANT.

C'es. Shall Cesar send a lie ?
Sery. My lord ?

Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, Ces. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,

To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth? And bring me their opinions of success.

Decius, go tell them, Cesar will not come. Serv. I will, my lord.

Dec. Most mighty Cesar, let me know some

cause, Enter CALPHURNIA.

Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so. Cal. What mean you, Cesar? Think you to

C'es. The cause is in my will, I will not come ; walk forth?

That is enough to satisfy the senate.
You shall not stir out of your house to-day. But, for your private satisfaction,
Ces. Cesar shall forth: The things that Because I love you, I will let you know.
threaten'd me,

Calphurnia here, my wife, stays mne at home :
Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall She dreamt to-night she saw my statue,
The face of Cesar, they are vanished.

Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Cal. Cesar, I never stood on ceremonies, t

Did run pure blood ; and many Justy Romans Yet now they fright me. There is one within,

Came smiling, and did bathe their bands in it. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, And these does she apply for warnings, portents, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.

And evils imminent; and on her knee A lioness hath whelped in the streets ;

Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day. And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted : dead:

It was a vision, fair and fortunate : Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,

Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In ranks and squadrons, and right form of war,

In which so many smiling Romans bath’d, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol :

Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck

Reviving blood; and that great men shall press • All that is charactered on. On prodigies or omens.

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For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. SCENE IV.- The same. Another part of the This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

same Street before the House of BRUTUS. Ces. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you bave heard what I can

Enter PORTIA and LUCTUS. say; And know it now : The senate have concluded

Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-house : To give, this day, a crown to inighty Cesar.

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone : If you shall send them word you will not come,

Why dost thou stay? Their minds may change. Besides, it were a

Luc. To know my errand, madam. mock

Por. I would have bad thee there, and here Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,

again, Break up the senate till another time,

Ere I can tell thee what thon should'st do there.When Cesar's wife shull meet with bet

O constaucy, be strong upon my side! dreams.

Set a buge mountain 'tween my heart and If Cesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,

tongue ! Lo, Cesar is afraid ?

I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. Pardon me, Cesar; for my dear, dear love

How bard it is for women to keep counsellTo your proceeding bids me tell you this ;

Art thou here yet! And reason to my love is liable. +

Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now,

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
Calphurnia !

And so return to you, and nothiug else?
I am ashamed I did yield to them.-

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord Give me my robe, for I will go :

look well,

For he went sickly forth: And take good note, Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS,LIGARIUS, METELLUS, What Cesar doth, what suitors press to him. CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA.

Hark, boy ! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam. And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Por. Prøythee, listen well; Pub. Good morrow, Cesar.

I heard a bustling rumour like a fray, Ces. Welcome, Publius.

And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ?

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Cesar was ne'er so much your enemy,

As that same ague which bath made you lean.---
What is't o'clock ?

Por. Come hither, fellow :
Bru. Cesar, 'tis strucken eight.

Which way hast thou been ?
Ces. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.

Por. What is't o'clock ?

Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady,
See ! Antuny, that revels long o'pights,

Por. Is Cesar yet gone to the Capitol ! Is notwithstanding up :

Sooth. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my stand, Good morrow, Antony.

To see him pass on to the Capitol. Ant. So to most poble Cesar.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cesar, hast thou C'es. Bid them prepare within :

not? I am to blame to be thus waited for.

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :- What, Trebonius!

Cesar I have an hour's talk in store for you ;

To be so good to Cesar, as to hear me, Remember that you call on me to-day :

I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Be near me, that I may remember you.

Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended Treb. Cesar, I will :--and so near will I be,

towards him? That your best friends shall wish I had been Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I farther.

fear may chance. Ces. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:

The throng that follows Cesar at the heels, And we, like friends, will straightway go to- of senators, of prætors, common suitors, gether.

Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cesar, I'll get me to a place more void, and there The heart of Brutus yearns t to think upon ! Speak to great Cesar as he comes along. (Exit.

(Exeunt. Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing

She heart of woman is ! O Brutus! SCENE III.-The same.--A street near the The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! Capitol.

Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit,

That Cesar will not grant.-Oh! I grow faint :Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. Run. Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Art. Cesar, beware of Brutus ; take head of Say, I am merry : come to me again, Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye on And bring me word what he doth say to thee Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Me.

(Exeunt. tellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent

АСТ II. against Cesar. I thou be'st not immortal. look about you : Security gives way to conspi- SCENE 1.-The same.-The Capitol; the racy, The mighty gods defend thee! Thy |

Senate sitting. lover,

ARTEMIDOR US. A Crowd of People in the Street leading to

the Capitol ; among them ARTEMIDORUS, Here will I stand, till Cesar pass along,

and the SOOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter And as a suitor will I give hiin this.

CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, My heart laments, that virtue cannot live

METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, Out of the teeth of emulation.

LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others. If thou read this, o Cesar, thou may'st live ;

Ces. The ides of March are come. If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.

Sooth. Ay, Cesar ; but not gone.

Art. Hail, Cesar! Read this schedule. • As to a saint, for reliques


Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, Grieves. i friend

| Envy. At your best seisure, this bis bumble suit.

And we with me; $, go in, and taste. (Aside.)

Art. o Cesar, read mine first; for miue's a And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensuit

sive ;
That touches Cesar nearer: Read it, great Cesar. Yet, in the number, I do know but one
Ces. What touches us ourself, shall be last That unassailable holds on his rank,

Unsbak'd of motion :t and, that I am le,
Art. Delay not, Cesar ; read it instantly. Let me a little show it, even in this ;
Ces. What, is the fellow mad?

That I was constant Cimber should be banisb’d, Pub. Sirrah, give place.

And constant do remain to keep him so. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the Cin, O Cesarstreet ?

Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift Olympus? Come to the Capitol.

Dec. Great Cesar,

C'es. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.

Casca. Speak, hands, for me.
All the SENATORS rise.

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the neck. CESAR Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

catches hold of his arm. He is then Cas. Wbat enterprise, Popilius 1

stabbed by several other Conspirators, Pop. Fare you well. (Advances to CESAR.

and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS. Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?

Ces. Et tu, Brute? -Then, fall, Cesar, Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might (Dies. The Senators and people retire I fear our purpose is discovered.


in confusion. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cesar: Mark Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !him.

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear preven Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, tion.

Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement ! Brutus, what shall be done ? If this be known, Bru. People, and senators! be not aflrighted ; Cassius or Cesar never shill turn back,

Fly not ; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. For I will slay myself.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. Bru. Cassius, be constant :

Dec. And Cassins too. Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes ;

Bru. Where's Publius ? For, look, he smiles, and Cesar doth not change. Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Cas. Trebonius knows his time · for, look you, Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Brutus,

Cesar's He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Should chance (Ereunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CESAR Bru. Talk not of standing-Publius, good and the SENATORS take their Seats.

cheer; Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, There is no harm intended to your person, And presently prefer his suit to Cesar.

Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius. Bru. He is address'd: press near and second Cas. And leave us, Publius ; Jest that the him.


(chief. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your Rushing on us, should do your age some mis. hand.

Bru. Do so;- and let no man abide this deed, Ces. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, But we the doers. That Cesar and his senate must redress Met. Most bigh, most mighty, and most puis

Re-enter TREBONIUS. sant Cesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat

Cas. Where's Antony ! An humble heart :

[Kneeling. Tre, Fled to his house amaz'd : Ces. I must prevent thee, Cimber.

Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, As it were doomsday. Might fire the blood of ordinary men ;

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,

That we sball die, we know ; 'is but the time, Into the law of children. Be not fond

And drawing days out, that men stand nypon. To think that Cesar bears such rebel blood,

Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life That will be thaw'd from the true quality

Cuts off so many years of fearing death. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : words,

So are we Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd Low-crook'd curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning. His time of fearing death.Stoop, Romans, stoop, Thy brother by decree is banished;

And let us bathe our bands in Cesar's blood If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

Tben walk we forth, e'en to the market-place ; Know, Cesar doth not wrong ; nor, without cause, And, waving our red weapons o'er our beads, Will he be satisfied.

Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom ! and Liberty! Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my | Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages owy),

hence, To sound more sweetly in great Cesar's ear, Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? In states unborn, and accents yet unknown Bru. I kiss tby hand, but not in flattery, Bru. How many times shall Cesar bleed in Cesar ;

sport, Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

That now on Pompey's basis lies along. Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

No worthier than the dust! Ces. What, Brutus !

Cas. So oft as that shall be, Cas. Pardon, Cesar; Cesar, pardon :

So often shall the knot of us be call'd As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

The men that gave our country liberty. To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Dec. What, shall we forth? Ces. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you :| Cas. Ay, every man away : If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : Brutus shall lead ; and we will grace his heels But I am constant as the northern star,

With the most boldest and best bearts of Rome. or whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Enter a SERVANT.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire, and every one doth shine ;

| Bru. Soft, who comes bere? A friend of AnBut there's but one in all doth hold his place :

tony's. So, in the world : "Tis furnish'd well with men,

• Capable of apprebending.

By entreaty. * And thou, Brutus ?

In the forum, the place • Ready

of barangue.

| Stecp; a9 washed with gold.


ordini arst condood,

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me That one of two bad ways you must conceito me, kneel;

Either a coward or a flatterer. Thus did Mark Antons bid me fall down ;

That I did love thee, Cesar, oh! 'tis true : And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say : If then thy spirit look upon us now, • Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, * Cesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : To see thy Antony making his peace, 'Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, "Say, I fear'd Cesar, honour'd him, and lov'd Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? * If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony shim. Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, • May safely come to hiin, and be resolv'd

Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, • How Cesar hath desery'd to lie in death,

It would become me better, than to close • Mark Antony shall not love Cesar dead

Ju terms of friendship with thine enemies. “So well as Brutus living ; but will follow

Pardon me, Julius Here wast thou bay'd, brave • The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,

hart; • Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand • With all true faith.' So says my master An- Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. + tony.

o world! thou wast the forest to this heart; Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. I never thought him worse.

How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Tel: him, so please him come unto this place, Dost thou bere lie?
He shall be satistied; and, by my honour,

Cas. Mark Antony,
Depart untouch'd.

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius : Serv. I'll fetch him presently. (Erit SERY. The enemies of Cesar shall say this; Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. friend.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cesar so ; Cas. I wish we may : but yet have I a mind, But what compact mean you to have with us! That fears him much ; and my misgiving still Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

or shall we on, and not depend on you ?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was Re-enter ANTONY.

indeed, Bru. But here comes Antony.--Welcome, Mark Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cesar. Antony.

Friends am I with you all, and love you all ; Ant. O mighty Cesar! Dost thou lie so low? Lpon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, | Why, and wherein, Cesar was dangerous. Shrunk to this little measure ! Fare thee well.-1 Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle : I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

Our reasons are so full of good regard, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: That were you, Antony, the son of Cesar, If I myself, there is no hour so fit

You should be satisfied. As Cesar's death hour ; por no instrument

Ant. That's all I seek : or half that worth, as those your swords, made And am moreover suitor, that I may rich

Produce his body to the market-place ; With the most noble blood of all this world. And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,

Speak in the order of his funeral. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and Bru, You shall, Mark Antony. smoke,

Cas. Brutus, a word with you. Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, You know not what you do ; Do not consent, I shall not find myself so apt to die :

That Antony speak in his funeral : No place will please me so, no mean of death, Know you how much the people may be moy'd As here by Cesar, and by you cut off,

By that which he will utter!

Aside. The choice and master spirits of this age,

Bru. By your pardon ; Bru. O Autony ! beg not your death of us. I will myself into the pulpit first, Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, and show the reason of our Cesar's death : As, by our hands, and this our present act, What Antony shall speak, I will protest You see we do ; yet see you but our hands, He speaks by leave and by permission : And this the bleeding business they have done : And that we are contented Cesar shall Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;

Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies. And pity to the general wrong of Rome

It shall advantage more, than do us wrong. (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)

Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. Hath done this deed on Cesar. For your part, Bru. Mark Autony, here, take you Cesar's body. To you our Swords have leaden points, Mark You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, Antony :

But speak all good you can devise of Cesar ; Our arms, in strength of malice, + and our hearts, And say, you do't by our permission ; Of brothers' temper, do receive you in

Else shall you not have any hand at all With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. About his funeral : And you shall speak

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
In the disposing of new dignities.

After my speech is ended.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd Ant. Be it so;
The multitude, beside themselves with fear, I do desire no more.
And then we will deliver you the cause,

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. Why I, that did love Cesar when I struck him,

(Exeunt all but ANTONY Have thus proceeded.

Ant. 0, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.

earth, Let each man render me his bloody hand : That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you : Thou art the ruins of the noblest man Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;

That ever lived in the tide of times. Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;-Dow yours, Me-Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood : tellus :

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, Yours, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;-(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre. To beg the voice and utterance of my tonguebonius.

A curse shall light upon the limbs of men : Gentlemen all,--alas! what shall I say ?

Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, My credit now stands on such slippery ground, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy :

Blood and destruction shall be so in use, • Grown ton powerful for the public safety. + Though strong in the deed just performed.

• Suppose me. Cred by old writers for deatik

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