༣ Oh what fall was there, my Country men! *. 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, M To 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, Would roufe up ev'ry foul, and put a tongue 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? All. Tis true, the Will; let's ftay and hear the Will, To ev'ry fev'ral man, fev'nty five Drachma's. 3. Citi. Well faid; thofe drachma's will coft fome All. Most gen'rous Cafar! we'll revenge his death All Peace ho! noble Cafar! Ant. Moreover, he has left you all his Walks, Το To walk abroad & recreate your felves. Here was a Cafar! when comes fuch another? Now keep your hearts from breaking if you can; Then o ye Gods! may fhe be free for ever, 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. |