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I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear 50
For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar,
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Ces. What, Brutus !
Pardon, Cæsar ; Cæsar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Cæs. I could be well moved, if I were as you ;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me :
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks ;
They are all fire and every one doth shine ;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
So in the world ; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion : and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Cæsar,
Hence ! wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
Dec. Great Cæsar,
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ! Casca. Speak, hands, for me!
[Casca first, then the other Conspirators
and Marcus Brutus stab Cæsar. Cæs. Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Cæsar!
[Dies. Cin. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead !
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
80 Liberty, freedom and enfranchisement!' Bru. People, and senators, be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still : ambition's debt is paid.
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec. And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius ?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's
Bru. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer ;
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius. Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people
Rushing on us should do your age some mischief. Bru. Do so: and let no man abide this deed
But we the doers.
Cas. Where is Antony ?
Fled to his house amazed :
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
As it were doomsday.
Fates, we will know your pleasures : That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon. 100 Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit :
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry Peace, freedom and liberty!' ΙΙο Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!
So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be callid
The men that gave their country liberty.
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels I 20
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Servant.
Bru. Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal and loving :
Say I love Brutus and I honour him ;
Say I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him and be resolved
How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus living, but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place, 140
He shall be satisfied and, by my honour,
I'll fetch him presently. [Exit.
Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend.
Cas. I wish we may:
have I a mind
That fears him much, and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony
Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well. 150
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Cæsar's death's hour, nor no instrument
Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die :
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru. O Antony, beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands and this our present act,
You see we do; yet see you but our hands
And this the bleeding business they have done :
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome 170
As fire drives out fire, so pity pity-
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts and reverence.
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear, 180
And then we will deliver
Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of
Let each man render me his bloody hand :
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ;
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus ;