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Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,


But it is doubtful yet, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls

Whether Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no;
That welcome wrongs : unto bad causes swear For he is superstitious grown of late,
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain

Quite from the main opinion he held once
The even virtue of our enterprise,

Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies. Nor th' insuppressive mettle of our spirits,

It may be, these apparent prodigies, To think that, or our cause, or our performance, The unaccustom'd terror of this night, Did need an oath, when every drop of blood,

And the persuasion of his augurers, That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,

May hold him from the Capitol to-day. Is guilty of a several bastardy,

Dec. Never fear that.: if he be so resolv'd, If he do break the smallest particle

I can o'ersway him ; for he loves to hear, Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

That unicorns may be betrayed with trees, Cas. But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him ? And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, I think he will stand very strong with us.

Lions with toils, and men with flatterers ; Casca. Let us not leave him out.

Büt, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,

No, by no means. He says, he does, being then most flattered.
Met. O! let us have him ; for his silver hairs Let me work ;
Will purchase us a good opinion,

For I can give his humour the true bent,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds :

And I will bring him to the Capitol. It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands;

Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear,

Bru. By the eighth hour : is that the uttermost ? But all be buried in his gravity.

Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Bru. O! name him not; let us not break with him, Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, For he will never follow any thing

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
That other men begin.

I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Then, leave him out.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him :
Casca. Indeed he is not fit.

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cæsar ? Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Cas. Decius, well urg'd.-I think it is not meet, Cus. The morning comes upon's : we'll leave you, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,

Brutus.-Should outlive Cæsar: we shall find of him

And, friends, disperse yourselves ; but all remember A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. If he improve them, may well stretch so far

Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily. As to annoy us all; which to prevent,

Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
Let Antony and Cæsar fall together.

But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs,

And so, good-morrow to you every one.
Like wrath in death, and envy? afterwards;

[Exeunt all but BRUTUS. For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.

Boy ! Lucius ! Fast asleep. It is no matter ; Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

Enjoy the heavy honey-dew: of slumber : We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar,

Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies, And in the spirit of men there is no blood :

Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; 0, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit,

Therefore, thou sleep'st so sound. And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas !

Enter PORTIA. Cæsar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,


Brutus, my lord ! Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ;

Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? Let's crave him as a dish fit for the gods,

It is not for your health thus to commit Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:

Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Brutus, Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper, And after seem to chide 'em. This shall mark2

You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, Our purpose necessary, and not envious;

Musing and sighing, with your arms across ; Which so appearing to the common eyes,

And when I ask'd you what the matter was, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.

You star'd upon me with ungentle looks. And for Mark Antony, think not of him,

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

And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot :
When Cæsar's head is off,

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
Yet I fear him :

But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar.

Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,
Bru. Alas! good Cassius, do not think of him. Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
If he love Cæsar, all that he can do

Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, withal,
Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar: Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
And that were much he should ; for he is given Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die, And. could it work so much upon your shape, For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.[Clock strikes. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, Bru. Peace ! count the clock.

I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Cas.

The clock hath stricken three. Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. Treb. ’T is time to part.

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. 1 Used as often, in the sense of hatred.

3 honey-heavy dew: in f. e.

2 make : in f. e.


Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins, He would embrace the means to come by it.

Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjurd up Bru. Why, so I do.-_Good Portia, go to bed. My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, Por. Is Brutus sick, and is it physical

And I will strive with things impossible ; To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours

Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? Of the dank morning ? What! is Brutus sick,

Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole. And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,

Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick ? To dare the vile contagion of the night,

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air

I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus ;

To whom it must be done. You have some sick offence within your mind,


Set on your foot, Which, by the right and virtue of my place,

And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you, I ought to know of: and upon my knees (Kneeling. To do I know not what; but it sufficeth, I charm you, by my once commended beauty,

That Brutus leads me on. By all, your vows of love, and that great vow


Follow me, then. (Exeunt. Which did incorporate and make us one,

SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in CÆSAR's Palace. That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Why you are heavy, and what men to-night

Thunder and Lightning. Enter CÆSAR, in his NightHave häd resort to you; for here have been

gown. Some six or seven, who did hide their faces

Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace toEven from darkness.

night : Bru.

Kneel not, gentle Portia. [Raising her.2 Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Help, ho! They murder Cæsar !"--Who 's within ? Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,

Enter a Servant. Is it excepted, I should know no secrets

Serv. My lord. That appertain to you? Am I yourself

Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;

And bring me their opinions of success. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

Serv. I will, my lord.

[Exit. And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs

Enter CALPHURNIA. Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

forth? Bru. You are my true and honourable wife; You shall not stir out of your house to-day. As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops

Cæs. Cæsar shall forth : the things that threaten'd me, That visit my sad heart.

Ne'er look'd but on my back ; when they shall see Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret. The face of Cæsar, they are vanished. I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal,

Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:

Yet now they fright me.

There is one within, I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,

Besides the things that we have heard and seen, A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.

Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,

A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; Being so father'd, and so husbanded ?

And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them. Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds I have made strong proof of my constancy,

In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, Giving myself a voluntary wound

Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : Here, in the thigh : can I bear that with patience, 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 streets. Render me worthy of this noble wife. [Knocking within. O Cæsar! 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


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 Cæsar shall go forth; for these predictions All the charactery of my sad brows.

Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar: Leave me with haste.

*[Exit PORTIA. Cal. When beggars die there are no comets seen; Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS.

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Lucius, who is 't that knocks?

Cæs. Cowards' die many times before their deaths, Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with you. The valiant never taste of death but once.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.-- Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius ! how ?

It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Bru. O! what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, Will come, when it will come. To wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick !

Re-enter a Servant. Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand

What say the augurers ? Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

They could not find a heart within the beast. Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,

Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice : I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!

Cæsar should be a beast without a heart, [Throwing away his bandage." If he should stay at home to-day for fear.

1 2 3 Not in f. e.

No, Cæsar shall not: danger knows full well,

Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.

TREBONIUS, and CINNA. We are? two lions litter'd in one day,

And look where Publius is come to fetch me. And I the elder and more terrible;

Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar. And Cæsar shall go forth.


Welcome, Publius.-Cal. Alas! my lord,

What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ?Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.

Good-morrow, Casca.--Caius Ligarius, Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear

Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy, That keeps you in the house, and not your own. As that same ague which hath made you lean.“ We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house,

What is 't o'clock ? And he shall say, you are not well to-day:


Cæsar, 't is stricken eight. Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. [Kneeling. Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;

And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. [Raising her. See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,

Is notwithstanding up--Good morrow, Antony.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

Ant. So to most noble Cæsar. Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: Cæs.

Bid them prepare within: come to fetch you to the senate-house.

I am to blame to be thus waited for. Cæs. And you are come in very happy time Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :—What, Trebonius ! To bear my greeting to the senators,

I have an hour's talk in store for you. And tell them that I will not come to-day.

Remember that you call on me to-day : Cannot is false; and that I dare not, falser :

Be near me, that I may remember you. I will not come to-day. Tell them so, Decius.

Treb. Cæsar, I will :--and so near will I be, [Aside. Cal. Say, he is sick.

That your best friends shall wish I had been farther. Cæs. Shall Cæsar send a lie ?

Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me, Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,

And we, like friends, will straightway go together. To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?

Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar![Aside. Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon. [Exeunt. Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, SCENE III.--The Same. A Street near the Capitol. Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. Cæs. The cause is in my will; I will not come:

Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. That is enough to satisfy the senate;

Art. "Cæsar, beware of Brutus; ; take heed of But, for your private satisfaction,

Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; Because I love you, I will let you know.

trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home : Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged She dream'd to-night she saw my statue,

Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these Which, like a fountain with a hundred spouts, men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans

immortal, look about you : security gives way to conCame smiling, and did bathe their hands in it. spiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, And these does she apply for warnings, and portents

A.RTEMIDORUS." Of evils imminent; and on her knee

Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along, Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.

And as a suitor will I give him this, Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted:

My heart laments that virtue cannot live It was a vision, fair and fortunate.

Out of the teeth of emulation. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,

If thou read this, 0 Cæsar! thou may'st live; In which so many smiling Romans bath’d,

If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit. Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck

SCENE IV.-The Same. Another Part of the same Reviving blood; and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.

Street, before the House of BRUTUS. This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS. *Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-house : Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. say :

Why dost thou stay? And know it now. The senate have concluded


To know my errand, madam. To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar :

Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, If you shall send them word you will not come, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.-Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock O constancy! be strong upon my side: Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue ! “Break up the senate till another time,

I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams." How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,

Art thou here yet? "Lo! Cæsar is afraid ?"


Madam, what should I do? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear love

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

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

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

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

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

Luc. I hear none, madam. were : in f. e. Changed by Theobald from “heare" : in folio. 2 3 4 Not in f. e.

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Pr’ythee, listen well: Por. Why, know'st thou any harm 's intended towards I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,

him ? And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

may chance.

Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow : Enter the Soothsayer.

The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, Por.

Come hither, fellow. Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Which way hast thou been ?

Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : Sooth.

At mine own house, good lady. I'll get me to a place more void, and there Por. What is't o'clock ?

Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. Exit. Sooth.

About the ninth hour, lady. Por. I must go in. Ah me! how weak a thing Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?

The heart of woman is. O Brutus!
Sooth. Madam, not yet : I go to take my stand, The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise !
To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit,
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not ? That Cæsar will not grant.-O! I grow faint.--

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ; To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,

Say, I am merry: come to me again, I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

And bring me word what he doth say to thee. [Exeunt.


Casca.3 Are we all ready? SCENE I.—The Same. The Capitol ; the Senate


What is now amiss, sitting.

That Cæsar and his senate must redress ? A crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capi- Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant tol ; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothsayer.

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat

[Kneeling LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.


I must prevent thee, Cimber. Cæs. The ides of March are come.

These crouchings, and these lowly courtesies, Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

Might fire the blood of ordinary men, Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.

And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, Into the laws of children. Be not fond, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, Art. 0, Cæsar! read mine first; for mine 's a suit That will be thaw'd from the true quality That touches Cæsar nearer. Read it, great Cæsar. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,

Cæs. That touches us ? ourself shall be last serv’d." Low-crouched curtesies, and base spaniel fawning. Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.

Thy brother by decree is banished: Cæs. What! is the fellow mad ?

If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Pub.

Sirrah, give place. I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Cas. What! urge you your petitions in the street? Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause Come to the Capitol.

Will he be satisfied. CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the Met. Is there no voice, more worthy than my own, Senators rise.

To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive. For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Cas. What enterprise, Popilius ?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Pop. Fare you well. [Advances to CÆSAR. Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might thrive. Cæs. What, Brutus !
I fear, our purpose is discovered.


Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon: Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him. As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.- To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cæs. I could be well mov’d, if I were as you ; Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,

If I could pray to move, prayers would move me; For I will slay myself.

But I am constant as the northern star,
Cassius, be constant :

Of whose true, fix'd, and resting quality,
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes ;

There is no fellow in the firmament.
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, They are all fire, and every one doth shine;

But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

So, in the world : 't is furnish'd well with men, [Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;

and the Senators take their Seats. Yet in the number I do know but one Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, That unassailable holds on his rank, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.

Unshak'd of motion : and, that I am he, Bru. He is address'da; press near, and second him. Let me a little show it, even in this, Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, 1 What touches us ourself, &c.: in f. e. 2 Ready. 3 Cæsar : in f. e. 4 couchings : in f. e. 5 lane: in folio. 6 Low-crooked: in f. e.



And constant do remain to keep him so.

Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him; Cin. O Cæsar!

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

Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony Dec. Great Cæsar,

May safely come to him, and be resolv'd Cæs.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ? | How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead (CASCA stabs CÆSAR in the Neck. CÆSAR catches So well as Brutus living ; but will follow hold of his Arm. He is then stabbed by several The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,

other "Conspirators, and last by MARCUS Brutus. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Cæs. Et tu, Brute ?—Then fall, Cæsar.

With all true faith. So says my master Antony. [Rising:* ' [ Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion. Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman:

Čin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead ! I never thought him worse.
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,

He shall be satisfied ; and, by my honour,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !"

Depart untouch'd. Bru. People, and senators ! be not affrighted.

Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant. Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.

Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend. Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

Cas. I wish, we may; but yet have I a mind,

And Cassius too. That fears him much, and my misgiving still Bru. Where's Publius ?

Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's Bru. But here comes Antony.Welcome, Mark
Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing.–Publius, good cheer: Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low ?
There is no harm intended to your person,

[Kneeling over the Body. Nor to no Roman else; so tell them, Publius. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,

Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well. Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, [Rising.

Bru. Do so :-and let no man abide this deed, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank :
But we, the doers.

If I myself, there is no hour so fit

As Cæsar's death hour; nor no instrument
Cas. Where's Antony ?

Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich Tre.

Fled to his house amaz'd. With the most noble blood of all this world.
Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
As it were doomsday.

Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fates, we will know your pleasures.- Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
That we shall die, we know; 't is but the time,

I shall not find myself so apt to die;
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

No place will please me so, no mean of death,
Casca. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit :

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg’d Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
His time of fearing death.–Stoop, Romans, stoop, As, by our hands, and this our present act,
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood

You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords ;

And this the bleeding business they have done.
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, Our hearts you see not: they are pitiful;
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,

And pity to the general wrong of Rome
Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom ! and Liberty ! (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity)

Cas. Stoop then, and wash.—How many ages hence, Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,

To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: In states unborn, and accents yet unknown ?

Our arms, in strength of welcome, and our hearts, Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, Of brothers' temper, do receive you in That now on Pompey's basis lies along,

With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. No worthier than the dust ?

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

So oft as that shall be, In the disposing of new dignities. So often shall the knot of us be call'd

Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd The men that gave their country liberty.

The multitude, beside themselves with fear, Dec. What! shall we forth?

And then we will deliver you the cause,

Ay, every man away: Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels Have thus proceeded.
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.


I doubt not of your wisdom. Enter a Servant.

Let each man render me his bloody hand : Bru. Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

[One after the other.' Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ;

[Kneeling. Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,

Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;-—now yours, Metellus ;And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.

Yours, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;

Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius, Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving :

Gentlemen all,---alas! what shall I say?


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