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Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no And Brutus is an honourable man. more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus.' The You all did see, that on the Lupercal, question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol ; his I thrice presented him a kingly crown, glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honourable man. Enter ANTONY and others, with Cæsar's body.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony: | But here I am to speak what I do know. who, though he had no hand in his death, shall You all did love him once, not without cause; receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the What cause withholds you then to mourn for iim ? commonwealth; As which of you shall not ? With O judgment, thou art fed to brutish beasts, this I depart ; That, as I slew my best lover for the And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me; good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, when it shall please my country to need my death. And I must pause till it come back to me. Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his

sayings. house.

2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. Cæsar has had great wrong. 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.

3 Cit.

Has he, masters? 4 Cit.

Cæsar's better parts I fear, there will a worse come in his place. Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts

the crown; and clamours.

Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. Bru. My countrymen,

1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit.

Peace; silence! Brutus speaks. 2 Cit. Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with 1 Cit. Peace, ho!

weeping. Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than And, for my sake, stay here with Antony :

Antony. Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Tending to Cæsar's glories ; which Mark Antony, Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might By our permission, is allow'd to make.

Have stood against the world : now lies he there, I do entreat you, not a man depart,

And none so poor to do him reverence. Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exut. O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

s Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair ; I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, We'll hear him : Noble Antony, go up.

Who, you all know, are honourable men : Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?

To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, 3 Cit.

He says, for Brutus’ sake, Than I will wrong such lionourable men. He finds himself beholden to us all.

But here's a parchment, with the scal of Cæsar, 4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : here.

Let but the commons hear this testament, 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.

(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) 3 Cit.

Nay, that's certain : And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; 2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, Ant. You gentle Romans,

And, dying, mention it within their wills, Cit.

Peace, ho! let us hear him. Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me Unto their issue. your ears;

4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

Cit. The will, the will ; we will hear Cæsar's The evil, that men do, lives after them ;

will. The good is oft interred with their bones ;

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious :

It is not meet you know low Cæsa lov'd you. If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.

And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

It will inflame you, it will make you mad : (For Brutus is an honourable man;

"Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; So are they all, all honourable men ;)

For if you should, O, what would come of it! Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

4 Ci. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; He was my friend, faithful and just to me :

You shall read us the will ; Cæsar's will." But Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? And Brutus is an honourable man.

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, I fear I wrong the honourable men, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill :

Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar : I do fear it. Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?

4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men! When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Cit. The will! the testament ! Ambition should be made of sterner stuflo:

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

read the will !

read it;

Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? Show you sweet Cæsar s wounds, poor, poor dumb Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar,

mouths, And let me show you him that made the will. And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Cit. Come down.

Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue 2 Cit. Descend.

In every wound of Cæsar, that should move [He comes down from the pulpit. | The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 3 Cit. You shall have leave.

Cit. We'll mutiny. 4 Cit. A ring ; stand round.

1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. 2 Cit. Room for Antony; - most noble Antony. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble AnCit. Stand back ! room! bear back!

tony. Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not You all do know this mantle : I remember

what : The first time ever Cæsar put it on;

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ? 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;

Alas, you know not - - I must tell you then :That day he overcame the Nervii :

You have forgot the will I told you of. Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: Cit. Most true; the will : — let's stay, and hear See, what a rent the envious Casca made :

the will. Tiirough this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,

To every Roman citizen he gives, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it;

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd

2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! — we'll revenge his If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;

death.
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar !
Judge, () you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! Ant. Hear me with patience.
This was the most unkindest cut of all :

Cit. Peace, ho !
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, Quite vanquish'd him : then burst his mighty heart; On this side Tyber ; he hath left them you, And, in his mantle muffing up his face,

And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, Even at the base of Pompey's statua,

To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Here was a Cæsar : When comes such another? O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

1 Cit. Never, never : – Come, away, away ; Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

We'll burn his body in the holy place, Whilst bloody treason fourish'd over us.

And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel Take up the body. The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

[Ereunt Citizens, with the body. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !

Ant. Now let it work; Mischief ; thou art afoot, 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

Take thou what course thou wilt! How now 3 . () woful day!

fellow? 4 Cit. O traitors, villains !

Enter a Servant. 1. Cit. O most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge ; about, - Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. seek,- burn,- fire,-kill, --slay !- let not a traitor Ant. Where is he? live.

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ant. Stay, countrymen.

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : i Cit. Peace there : - Hear the noble Antony. He comes upon a wish.

Fortune is merry, 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die And in this mood will give us any thing. with him.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. you up

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. They, that have done this deed, are honourable ;

[Exeunt. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, SCENE III. The same.

A Street. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

Enter Cinna, the Poet.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ;
I am no orator, as Brutus is :

Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with But as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

Cæsar,
That love my friend ; and that they know full well And things unluckily charge my fantasy :
That gave me publick leave to speak of him. I have no will to wander forth of doors,
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Yet something leads me forth.
Action, nor utterance, not the power of speech,

Enter Citizens.
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ;
I tell yıu that, which you yourselves do know ;

I Cil. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going ?

Cin. As a friend. 3 ('ů. Where do you dwell?

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? 4 Cit. For your dwelling, — briefly. 2 C'it. Answer every man directly.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 1 (it. Ay, and briefly.

3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. 4 Cil. Ay, and wisely.

1 Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 3 C'it. Ay, and truly, you were best.

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going ? Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet Where do I dwell ? Am I a married man, or a ba- 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for chelor? Then to answer every man directly, and his bad verses. briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck bachelor.

but his name out of his heart, and turn him going, ? Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! that marry: You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Proceed; directly.

Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some ('in. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. to Ligarius' : away ; go.

Ereunt. I (H. As a friend, or an enemy?

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ACT IV,

SCESE I. --- The same. A Room in Antony's On objects, arts, and imitations ;
House.

Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,

Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him, ANTONY, Octarins, and LEPIDUS, sented at a table.

But as a property. And now, Octavius, dni. These many then shall die; their names are Listen great things. — Brutus and Cassius prick'it.

Are levying powers: we must straight make head: (kx. Your brother tvo muy die; Consent you, Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, Lepulus.

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd I; I do consent.

out; Pick him down, Antony. And let us presently go sit in council, Iz l'pon cundition Publius shall not live, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, is var sister's son, Mark Antony.

And open perils surest answered. o lle shall not live; loud, with spor I damn (ct. Let us do so : for we are at the stake, hiiu.

And bay'd about with many enemies; But, Lepidlus, mp you to Cesar's house ;

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Fetch the will hither, and we will de termine Millions of mischief.

[Ereunt. How w cur ott some change in legacies. I What, shall I tind you here?

SCENE II. – Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp Or here, or at

near Sardis. The Capital

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Enter Baurus Lucilit's, Lucius, and View to be put an errannis: Is it tit,

Soldiers : TITINICS and PANDABUS meeting them. The thrretod worki divided, he should stand

Br. Stand bere. One of the think to share it :

I Give the word, ho! and stand.

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' ter'd;

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : And not für justice? Whiat, shall one of us,
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

That struck the foremost man of all this world,
Make gariant show and promise of their mettle: But for supporting robbers; shall we now
But when they should endure the bloody spur, Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman. The greater part, the horse in general,

Cas.

Brutus, bay not me, Are come with Cassius.

[March within.

I'll not endure it : you forget yourself, Bru.

Hark, he is arriv'd : To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, March gently on to meet him.

Older in practice, abler than yourself

To make conditions.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

Bru,

Go to; you're not, Cassius. Cas. Stand, ho !

Cas. I am. Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

Bru. I say, you are not. Within. Stand.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Within. Stand.

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Within. Stand.

Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me Cas. Is't possible ? wrong

Bru.

Hear me, for I will speak. Bru. Judge me, you gods ? Wrong I mine Must I give way and room to your rash choler? enemies?

Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides Bru. All this? ay, and more: Fret, till your wrongs;

proud heart break; And when you do them

Go, show your slaves how cholerick you are, Bru.

Cassius, be content, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well :- Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch Before the eyes of both our armies here,

Under your testy humour ? By the gods, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away; Though it do split you: for, from this day forth, Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, And I will give you audience.

When you are waspish.
Cas.

Pindarus,
Cas.

Is it come to this ?
Bid our commanders lead their charges off

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : A little from this ground,

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man And it shall please me well : For mine own part,
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. (Exeunt. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me,

Brutus ;
SCENE III. Within the Tent of Brutus. I said, an elder soldier, not a better :
Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it.

Did I say, better?
Bru.

If you did, I care not.
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius.

Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in

moy'd me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,

him. For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

Cas. I durst not? Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,

Bru. No. Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Cas. What? durst not tempt him ? Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a Bru.

For your life you durst not

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love,
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet I may do that I shall be sorry for.
That every nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ;
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

That they pass by me as the idle wind,
To undeservers.

Which I respect not.

I did send to you
Cas.
I an itching palm?

For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me;-
You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, For I can raise no money by vile means :
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this cor- And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
ruption,

From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. By any indirection. I did send L'as. Chastisement !

To you for gold to pay my legions, Bru. Reinember March, the ides of March re- Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? member!

Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

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this :

case.

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows nis Dash him to pieces !

time : Cas. I denied you not.

What should the wars do with these jigging fools ? Bru. You did.

Companion, bence.
Cas.
I did not :- he was but a fool, Cas.

Away, away, be gone.
That brought my answer back. - Brutus hath riv'd

[Erit Poets my heart : A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

Enter Lucilius and TITINIUS.
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
Cas. You love me not.

Cus. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with
Bru.
I do not like your faults.

you Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Immediately to us. Bru. A Hatterer's would not, though they do

[Ereunt Lucilius and TITINIUS. appear

Bru.

Lucius, a bowl of wine. As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, For Cassius is aweary of the world :

If you give place to accidental evils. Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother ;

Bru. No man bears sorrow better : Portia is Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,

dead. Set in a note-book, learn’d and conn'd by rote,

Cas. Ha! Portia ? To cast into my teeth. 0, I could weep

Bru. She is dead. My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger,

Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you And here my naked breast ; within, a heart

so? — Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : O insupportable and touching loss ! If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;

Upon what sickness? I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:

Bru.

Impatient of my absence; Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him Have made themselves so strong; — for with her better

death Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

That tidings came;

With this she fell distract, Bru.

Sheath your dagger : | And her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

Cas. And died so? Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.

Bru. Even so. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

Cas. O ye immortal gods !
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;

Enter Lucius, with wine and tapers.
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Bru. Speak no more of her. - Give me a bowl
Cas.
Hath Cassius liv'd

of wine : To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [Drinks. When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge : Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [Drinks. hand.

Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas.
O Brutus!

Bru. Come in, Titinius : - Welcome, good
Bru.
What's the matter?

Messala. Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,

Now sit we close about this taper here, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me,

And call in question our necessities.
Makes me forgetful ?

Cas. Portia, art thou gone ?
Bru.
Yes, Cassius; and, henceforth, Bru.

No
more,

I

pray you. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

Messala, I have here received letters, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,

[Noise within. Come down upon us with a mighty power, Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; Bending their expedition toward Philippi. There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet

Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour. They be alone.

Bru. With what addition ? Luc. [Within.) You shall not come to them. Mess. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.

Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Have put to death an hundred senators.
Enter Poet.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Cas. How now? What's the matter ?

Mine speak of seventy senators, that died, Poet. For shame, you generals; What do you By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. mean?

Cas. Cicero one ? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; Mes.

Ay, Cicero is dead,
For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. And by that order of proscription.

Cas. Ha, ha ; how vilely doth this cynick rhyme! | Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?
Bru. Get you hence, sirrah ; saucy fellow, hence. Bru. No, Messala.
Cas. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion. dics. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

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