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Oh what fall was there, my Country men!
Then I, andyou, and Rome itself too fell,
While bloody treason flourish doar our heads.
Oh now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of Pity; thefe are worthy drops.
Kind fouls, What weep you when you but behold
Our Cafar's venture torn? Othen look here:
Here is himself, mangled you fee by Traytors!
Takes offabe Mantle.

*. Citi. O mournfull fight! :

2. Cisi. O cruel Traytors, Villains:!

3. Cui. 10 Noble Cafar but will be revengd. Set fire, kill, flay, let not a traytor live

Ant. Stay Country men. “

4. Citi. Peace there, he speaks again.

All. We'll hear him, follow him, and dye with him.

Ant. Good friends, dear friends, let me pot fir

you up

To such a sudden flame of muriny.

They who have done this deed are men ofnote: What private griefs they had, ałas I know not, Which made them do it; they are wondrous wife, And will, no doubt, give youfome fhew of reason, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: Iammo Orator, as Caffius is;

But as you know meall, aplain, blunt man Who love my friend; and that they know full well Who gave me leave to speak in publick of him: For I have neither art, morwords, nor worth, Action, morutt'rance, northe pow'r offpeech,

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Toftir men's blood; I only speak plain truth,

And tell you that which you already know!

Shew you dear Cafar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb. mouths,

And bid them speak for me: But, were I Brutus,
And Brutus here; fo great an Orator....

Would roufe up ev'ry foul, and put a tongue
In ev'ry wound of Cafar, which should move
The very ftones to rife and mutiny!

All. We'll mutiny; we'll burn the House of Brutus 4. Ciri. Away then, come, feek the Confpirators. Ant. Yet hear me, Countrymen, yet hear me speak..

All. Peace ho! hear Antony, moft noble Antony! Ant. Why friends, you go to do you know not what

Wherein has Cafar thus deferv'd your love?
Alas, you know not; I muft tell you then.
You have forgot the Will I told you of.

All. Tis true, the Will; let's ftay and hear the Will,
Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cafar's feal;
To ev'ry Roman Citizen he gives,

To ev'ry fev'ral man, fev'nty five Drachma's.

3. Citi. Well faid; thofe drachma's will coft fome
men dear.

All. Most gen'rous Cafar! we'll revenge his death
Ant. Hear me with patience.

All Peace ho! noble Cafar!

Ant. Moreover, he has left you all his Walks,
His private Gardens, and new-planted orchards
On this fide Tyber, here he gives to you, i
And to your Heirs for ever: publick pleasures

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To walk abroad & recreate your felves.

Here was a Cafar! when comes fuch another?
All, Onever, never; come Sirs come away.
Ant. Hold, hold my Mafters, stay one moment
longer;

Now keep your hearts from breaking if you can;
Prepare ye now to burft with grief & anger.
Behold this fcroll, the vety hand of Cafar!
In it he notes this firm & fettled purpose,
Firft to fubdue the Parthians, our worst foes,
And then restore Rome to her ancient freedom.
,, I'll keep the pow'r, faith he, of Rome's Dictator
,, Till I have vanquish'd all her enemies:

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Then o ye Gods! may fhe be free for ever,
"Tho' at th' expence of all our dearest blood!
That precious blood is here indeed let out
But where's the liberty we purchase by it?
Slaves as we are to Murderers & Villains.

1. Cit. We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire all the Villains houses. 2. Cit. Take up the body.

3. Cit.

Go, fet fire, pull down

The very Senate house where Cafar died.

Ant. So let it work; mischief thou art a foot, Takenow what course thou wilt! Deftruction, ruin, The banefull iffue of fo black a deed!

Ambition when unbounded brings a curfe;

But an Affaffinate deferves a worse.

The End of the Tragedy

of JULIUS CÆSAR.

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TRAGEDY

O F

MARCUS BRUTUS:

With the Prologue & the two last Chorus's

Written by his Grace

JOHN DUKE of BUCKINGHAM.

LONDO N.
Printed for the Company.

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