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But I am constant as the northern star,

Of whose true fix'd and resting quality,

There is no fellow in the firmament:

They are all fire, and every one doth shine;

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 Caesar

Caes. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Dec. Great Caesar

Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

Casca. Speak, hands, for me. [They stab Caesar.

Caes. Then fall, Caesar! [Dies.

Bru. Liberty! freedom! tyranny is dead

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets

Cos. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!

Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Fly not, stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.

Enter Trebonius.

Cos. Where is Antony?

Tre. Fled to his house, amaz'd.
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
As it were doom'sday.

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures;"
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

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 Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd
His time of fearing death.
Now walk we forth, e'en to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, Peace ! freedomTand liberty !

Dec, What, shall we forth i'

Cas. Ay, every man away.

Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels,
With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.

Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.

Sere. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; [Kneeling.
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Caesar was mighty, royal, bold, and loving:
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
How Caesar hath deserv'd to lie in death:
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar 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,
He shall be satisfy'd; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

Sen'. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant.

Bru. I-know, that we shall have him well to friend.

Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much.

Enter Antony.

Bru. But here he comes. Welcome, Mark Antony!

Ant. O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,

Shrunk to this little measure? fare thee well.

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 Caesar'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 Caesar, 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, Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful; And pity for the general wrong of Rome, Hath done this deed on Caesar: for your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony; 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 appeas'd
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Proceeded thus.

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
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;
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.

Gentlemen all alas! what shall I say?

My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad. ways you must conceit me,
Either a coward, or a flatterer.

That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true:
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse ?
Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.

Pardon me, Julius here wast thou bay'd, good

hart: Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy death.

Cas. Mark Antony

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this: Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Caesar so, But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends, Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was in-
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all I seek;
And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body in the market-place,
And in the rostrum, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Cos. Brutus, a word with you

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You know not what you do; do not consent, [Aside.
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be mov'd,
By that which he will utter?

Bru. By your pardon,
I will myself into the rostrum first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permission;
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies:
It shall advantage, more than do us wrong.

Cat. I know not what may fall, I like it not.

Bru. Mark Antony,
You shall not in your funeral-speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise, of Caesar;
And say, you do't by our permission:
Else shall you not have any hand at all,
About his funeral. And you shall speak
In the same rostrum whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

Ant. Be it so;
I do desire no more.

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeunt all but Anton Y.

Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth!
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand, that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
If, curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

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