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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.
Cos. Where is Antony?
Tre. Fled to his house, amaz'd.
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures;"
Cas. Why, he, that cuts off twenty years of life,
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
Dec, What, shall we forth i'
Cas. Ay, every man away.
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels,
Enter a Servant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.
Sere. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
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.
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,
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
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Gentlemen all alas! what shall I say?
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true:
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-
Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Ant. That's all I seek;
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
Cos. Brutus, a word with you
You know not what you do; do not consent, [Aside.
Bru. By your pardon,
Cat. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony,
Ant. Be it so;
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
[Exeunt all but Anton Y.
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth!