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My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Bru. Prepare the body, then, and follow us. That one of two bad ways you must.conceit me,
Exeunt all but ANTONY. Either a coward, or a flatterer.--
Ant. 0! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I did love thee, Cæsar ! 0, 'tis true:
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ?
To beg 'the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse shall light upon the loins of men;
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Dost thou here lie ?
Cry - Havock !” and let slip the dogs of war, Cas. Mark Antony !
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth Ant.
Pardon me, Caius Cassius : With carrion men, groaning for burial. The enemies of Cæsar shall say this;
Enter a Servant. Then, in a friend it is cold modesty.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not ? Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so,
Serv. I do, Mark Antony. But what compact mean you to have with us?
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. Will you be prick'd in number of our friends,
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming, Or shall we on, and not depend on you ?
And bid me say to you by word of mouth, Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, O Cæsar !
[Seeing the Body. Sway'd from the point by looking down on Cæsar. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Friends am I with you all, and love you all,
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.
Began to water. Is thy master coming ? Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle.
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome. Our reasons are so full of good regard,
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet:
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while; Produce his body to the market-place;
Thou shall not back, till I have borne this corse And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Into the market-place : there shall I try, Speak in the order of his funeral.
In my oration, how the people take Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
The cruel issue of these bloody men; Cas.
Brutus, a word with you.---- According to the which, thou shalt discourse You know not what you do: do not consent, [ Apart. To young Octavius of the state of things. That Antony speak in his funeral.
Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with CÆSAR’s Body. Know you how much the people may be mov'd
SCENE II.--The Same. The Forum.
By your pardon;
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens. I will myself into the pulpit first,
Cit. We will be satisfied : let us be satisfied. And show the reason of our Cæsar's death:
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.-What Antony shall speak, I will protest
Cassius, go you into the other street, He speaks by leave and by permission;
And part the numbers.And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here; Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies.
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
I will hear Brutus speak. ·
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
When severally we hear them rendered. And say, you do’t by our permission,
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. Else shall you not have any hand at all
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. About his funeral : and you shall speak
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence ! In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
Bru. Be patient till the last. After my speech is ended.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my Ant.
cause, and be silent that you may hear: believe me for I do desire no more.
mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
Be it so;
1 Not in f. e.
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and The good is oft interred with their bones : awake your senses that you may the better judge. If So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious : Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was If it were so, it was a grievous fault, no less than his. If, then, that friend demand, why And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. Brutus rose against Cæsar ? this is my answer,--not Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. (For Brutus is an honourable man, Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves, So are they all, all honourable men) than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men ? As Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, He was my friend, faithful and just to me: I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for And Brutus is an honourable man. his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; He hath brought many captives home to Rome, and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept; Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; If
any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a And Brutus is an honourable man. reply.
You all did see, that on the Lupercal All. None, Brutus, none.
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Bru. Then, none have I offended. I have done no Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? more to Cæsar, than you shall do to Brutus. The Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his And, sure, he is an honourable man. glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his 1 speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
But here I am to speak what I do know. Enter Antony and others, with CÆSAR's Body. You all did love him once, not without cause : Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ? though he had no hand in his death, shall receive thé O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, be efit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as And men have lost their reason.-Bear with me; which of you shall not ? With this I depart; that, as My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the And I must pause till it come back to me. same dagger for myself, when it shall please my coun- 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. try to need my death.
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, All. Live, Brutus ! live ! live!
Cæsar has had great wrong. 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 3 Cit.
Has he, masters? 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.
4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take the 4 Cit.
Cæsar's better parts Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
Therefore, 't is certain, he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. clamours.
2 Cit. Poor soul ! his' eyes are red as fire with Bru. My countrymen,
weeping 2 Cit.
Peace! silence! Brutus speaks. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than 1 Cit. Peace, ho !
Antony. Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone;
4 Cit. Now mark him; he begins again to speak. And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech Have stood against the world: now, lies he there, Tending to Cæsar's glories, which Mark Antony, And none so poor to do him reverence. By our permission, is allow'd to make.
O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
[Exit. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, 1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. Who, you all know, are honourable men. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair:
I will not do them wrong: I rather choose We'll hear him.-Noble Antony, go up.
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. Than I will wrong such honourable men. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsar; 3 Cit.
He says, for Brutus' sake, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : He finds himself beholding to us all.
Let but the commons hear this testament, 4 Cit. ’T were best he speak no harm of Brutus here. (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 3 Cit.
Nay, that's certain : And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, 2 Cit. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. And, dying, mention it within their wills, Ant. You gentle Romans
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Cit.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. Unto their issue. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your 4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
All. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not The evil that men do lives after them,
It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you.
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir You are not wood, you are not stones, but men,
you up And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar,
To such a sudden flood of mutiny, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.
They that have done this deed are honourable: 'T is good you know not that you are his heirs; What private griefs they have, alas! I know not, For if you should, O! what would come of it ? That made them do it; they are wise and honourable,
4 Cit. Read the will! we'll hear it, Antony; And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. You shall read us the will: Cæsar's will !
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend ; and that they know full well Whose daggers have stabb’d Cæsar: I do fear it. That gave me public leave to speak of him.
4 Cit. They were traitors : honourable men ! For I have neither wit,” nor words, nor worth, All. The will ! the testament !
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers. The will! To stir men's blood : I only speak right on; read the will.
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know, 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 All. Come down.
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue 2 Cit. Descend.
[He comes down. In every wound of Cæsar, that should move 3 Cit. You shall have leave.
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 4 Cit. A ring! stand round.
All. We'll mutiny. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse; stand from the
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 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. All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony; most noble Antony. All. Stand back! room! bear back!
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ? You all do know this mantle : I remember
Alas! you know not :-I must tell you, then. The first time ever Cæsar put it on;
You have forgot the will I told you of. . 'T was on a summer's evening, in his tent,
All. Most true ;-the will :-let's stay, and hear the That day he overcame the Nervii.
will. Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
To every Roman citizen he gives,
2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar !-we'll revenge his death. Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it,
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar ! As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
Ant. Hear me with patience. If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no
All. Peace, ho! For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel :
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov’d him ! His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, This was the most unkindest cut of all;
On this side Tyber: he hath left them you, For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
1 Cit. Never, never !—Come, away, away! Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
We'll burn his body in the holy place, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Take up the body. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 0! now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
[Exeunt Citizens, with the Body. Kind souls ! what! weep you, when you but behold Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Take thou what course thou wilt.How now, fellow! Here is himself, marrd, as you see, with traitors.
Enter a Servant. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar !
Ant. Where is he? 3 Cit. O woful day !
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 4 Cit. O traitors ! villains !
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him. 1 Cit. O most bloody sight!
He comes upon a wish : Fortune is merry, All. We will be revenged. Revenge! about,--seek, And in this mood will give us any thing. -burn,--fire-kill, --slay !-let not a traitor live. Serv. I heard them say, Brutus and Cassius
Ant. Stay, countrymen. [They are rushing out.? Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 1 Cit. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.
i Not in f. e.
2 So second folio ; writ: in first folio.
marry :-you 'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. ProSCENE III.-The Same. A Street.
ceed : directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
Cin. As a friend.
2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. Yet something leads me forth.
4 Cit. For your dwelling --briefly. Enter Citizens.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 1 Cit. What is your name?
3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. 2 Cit. Whither are you going ?
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 3 Cit. Where do you dwell ?
1 Cit. Tear him to pieces : he's a conspirator. 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? Cin. I am Cinna, the poet; I am Cinna, the poet. 2 Cit. Answer every man directly,
4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses ; tear him for his
; 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.
bad verses. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly; you were best.
2 Cit. It is no matter; his name's Cinna: pluck but Cin. What is my name ? Whither am I going? his name out of his heart, and turn him going. Where do I dwell ? Am I a married man, or a bache- 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him! Come: brands, ho! firelor? Then, to answer every man directly, and briefly, brands! To Brutus, to Cassius ; burn all.' Some to wisely, and truly, wisely I say, I am a bachelor. Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius. 2 Cít. That's as much as to say, they are fools thatAway! go !
[Exeunt, forcing out OINNA.
SCENE I.— The Same. A Room in Antony's House. He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ; ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table.
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names are On objects, arts, and imitations, prick'd.
Which, out of use and staled by other men, Oct. Your brother, too, must die: consent you, Le- Begin his fashion; do not talk of him, pidus?
But as a property. And now, Octavius, Lep. I do consent.
Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius, Oct.
Prick him down, Antony. Are levying powers : we must straight make head; Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
out; But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
And let us presently go sit in council, Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How covert matters may be best disclos'd, How to cut off some charge in legacies.
And open perils surest answered.
Oct. Let us do so, for we are at the stake,
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,
Millions of mischiefs.
[Exeunt. The threefold world divided, he should stand
SCENE II.-Before BRUTUS Tent, in the Camp near One of the three to share it?
So you thought him;
TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet then.
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.
Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Cassius near ? He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To groan and sweat under the business,
To do you salutation from his master. Either led or driven, as we point the way;
[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. And having brought our treasure where we will, Bru. He greets me well.—Your master, Pindarus, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, In his own change, or by ill officers, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish And graze on commons.
Things done, undone ; but, if he be at hand, Oct.
You may do your will; I shall be satisfied. But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
I do not doubt, Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that But that my noble master will appear I do appoint him store of provender;
Such as he is, full of regard and honour. It is a creature that I teach to fight,
Bru. He is not doubted.--A word, Lucilius : To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
How he receiv'd you let me be resolvd. His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit:
Luc. With courtesy and with respect enough ;
2 The rest of this direction is not in f. e.
1 unluckily: in f. e. means stretch'd.
3 So the folio, 1632 ; first folio gives the line : Our best friends made, our
But not with such familiar instances,
That struck the foremost man of all this world, Nor with such free and friendly conference,
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? When love begins to sicken and decay,
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, It useth an enforced ceremony.
Than such a Roman. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
Go to; you are not, Cassius. Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar
Cas. I am. ter'd:
Bru. I say, you are not. The greater part, the horse in general,
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself : Are come with Cassius.
[March within. Have mind upon your health; tempt me no farther. Bru. Hark! he is arriv’d.
Bru. Away, slight man !
Cas. Is 't possible ?
Hear me, for I will speak. Cas. Stand, ho !
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? Within. Stand,
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Within. Stand.
Bru. All this ? ay, more. Fret, till your proud Within. Stand. One after the other, and fainter. heart break; Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies ? And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch
Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Under your testy humour ? By the gods, And when you do them
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Cassius, be content; Though it do split you ; for from this day forth, Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, Before the eyes of both our armies here,
When you are waspish. Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Is it come to this? Let us not wrangle : bid them move away;
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And I will give you audience.
And it shall please me well. For mine own part, Cas.
I shall be glad to learn of abler: men. Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, A little from this ground.
If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have
mov'd me. LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it.
Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him
Cas, I durst not?
Cas. What! durst not tempt him ?
For your life you durst not Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, That every nice offence should bear his comment. For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself That they pass by me as the idle wind, Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; Which I respect not. I did send to you To sell and mart your offices for gold
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;
For I can raise no money by vile means :
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, By any indirection. I did send And chastisement does therefore, hide his head.
To you for gold to pay my legions, Cas. Chastisement !
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius ? Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember. Should I have answered 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, And not for justice ? What! shall one of us,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts i Not in f. e. 3 Trifling 3 noblo: in f. 8.