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Caf. Are we all ready? What is now amiss, That Cefar and his Senate must redress?

Met. Most high, moft mighty, and most puiđant Cefar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy Seat [Kneeling, An humble Heart.

Caf. I must prevent thee, Cimber ;
These Couchings, and these lowly Curtdies
Might fire the Blood of ordinary Men,
And turn Pre-Ordinance, and first Decree,
Into the lane of Children. Be noi fond,
To think, that Cefar bears such Rebel Blood,
That will be chaw'd from the true Quality,
With that which melteth Fools ; I mean (weet Words,
Low-crooked-curtsies, and base Spaniel Fawning.
Thy Brother by Decree is banished;
If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I fpurn thee like a Cur out of my way.
Know, Cafar doth not wrong, nor without Cause
Will he be satisfied.

Met. Is there no Voice more worthy than my own,
To found more sweeely in great Cafar's Ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?

Bru. I kiss thy Hand, but not in flattery, Cafar;
Defiring thèe, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate Freedom of Repeal.

C&f. What Brutus!

Caf. Pardon, Casar, Cæfar, Pardon ;
As low as to thy Foor doth Casius fall,
To beg Enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Cafi I could be well mov'd, 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, fixt, and resting Quality,
There is no fellow in the Firmament;
The Skies are painted with unnumbred 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 unallailable holds on his Rank,


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Unshak’d of Motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little fhew it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banilh'd,
And constant do remain to keep him fo.
Cim. O Gafarmada
Cæs. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæfar
Cæs. Do not, Brutus, bootless kneel.
Cask. Speak Hands for me.

[Théy. Stab Cæsar's Caf. Et tu Brute.Then fall Cæfar.

Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is deadRun hence, proclaim, cry it about the StreetsLiberty, Freedom, and Enfranchisement.

Bru. People and Senators, be not affrighted;
Fly not, stand still, Ambition's Debt is paid.

Cask. Go to the Pulpit, Brutus.
Dec. And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this Mutiny.

Met. Stand fast cogether, left fome Friend of Cæsar's
Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing. Publins, good Cheer,
There is no harm intended to your Person,
Nor to no Roman elle; fo tell them, Publius.

Cas. And leave us, Publius, left that the People
Rushing on us, should do your Age fome Mischief.

Bru. Do so, and let no Man abide thiş Deed, But we the. Doers.

Enter Trebonius.
Cas. Where is Antony?

Tre. Fled to his Houfe amaz'd,
Men, Wives, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,
As it were Dooms-day,

Bru. Fares, we will know your Pleasures;
That we shall die, we koow; 'ris but the time
And drawing Days out, that Men stand upon.

Cask. 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 Cafar's Friends, that have abridg'd


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His time of fearing Death. Sronp Romans, ftoops *
And let us bathe our Hands in Cæfar's Blood,
Up to the Elbows, and besmear our Swords ;
Then walk we forch even to the Market-place, its
And waving our red Weapons o'er our Heads, Nm1 :07
Let's all cry Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!
Caf. Stoop then, and wash—How many Ages hence

[Dipping their Swords in Cæfar's Btood. Shall this our lofty Scene be acted over, In States unborn, and Accents yet unknowne1,115

Bru. How many times thall Cæfar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's Bafis lyes along,
No worthier than the Duft?

Caf. So oft as that thall be,
So often th all the Kyot of us be callid,
The Men that gave their Country Liberty.

Dec. What, what shall we forth?

Caf. sy, every Man away.
Brutus hall lead, and we will grace his Heels
With the most bold, and the best Hearts of Rome.

Enrer a Servant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here? a Friend of Antony's.

Ser. Thus, Brutus, did my Master bid me Kneel';
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down, [Kneelingi
And being proftrate, thus he bad me say,
Brutus is Noble, Wise, Valiant and Honest;
Cæfar was Mighty, Bold, Royal and Loving;

Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd Cafar; honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be refolv'd
How Cafar hath deserv'd to lye in Death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæfar 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,

Bra. Thy Mafter is a wise and valiant Roman,
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He Thall be satisfied, and by my Honour


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Depart untouch'd.
Ser. I'll ferch him pr«fently.

Exit Servant.
Bru. I know that we thall have him well to friend,
Caf. I wish we may; but yet have I a mind,
That fears him much; and my misgiving Mill
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Lit Exter. Antony.,
Bru. But here comes Antony ;
Welcome Mark Antony,

Ant. O mighry Cafar: dost chou lye fo low?
Are all thy Conquefts, Glories, Triumphs, Spoils.
Shrunk to this little Measure? Fare thee well.
I know not, Gentlemen, what you incend,
Who elfe must be let blood, who else is rank;
If I my self, there is no Hour fe fit
As Casar's Deaths Hour; nor no Initrüment
Of half that worsh, as those your Swords, made rich
With the moft noble Blood of all this World.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,!
Now, whilst your purpled Hands do reck and smoak,
Fulfil yo'ir Pleafure. Live a thousand Years,
I shall not find my self lo ape co die:
No place will please me so, no mean of Death,
As here by Cesar, 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 Ad,
You see we do; yet see you but our Hands,
And this, the bleeding Bufness they have done.
Our Hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome, :;! 1
As Fire drives out Fire, so Pity, Picy,
Hath done this deed on Cæfar. For your part, sige
Toyou,our Swords have leaden Points, Mark Antony, m.
Our Arms in strength of Malice, and our Hearts sco
of Brothers temper, do receive you in,
With all kind Love, good Thoughts, and Reverence.

Caf. Your Voice shall be as strong as any Man's,
In the disposing of new Digaities,
Bru. Only be patient 'till we have appeas'd


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The Multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you he Cause,
Why I, that did love Cæfar when I strook him,
Have thus proceeded.

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 Decims Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellns ;
Yours, Cinna ; and my valiant Caska, yours;
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius;
Gentlemen all.malas, what shall I fay,
My Credit now Atands on such Alippery Ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.
That I did love chee, Cafar, O'cis true;
If then thy Spirit look upon us now,
Shall it noc 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 Coarse?
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, brave Hart,
Here didst thou fall, and here thy Hunters stand
Sing'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy Lethe.
O World ! thou wait the Forest to this Hart,
And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.
How like a Deer, stricken by many Princes,
Dost thou here lye?

Caf. Mark Antony

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Caffius;
The Enemies of Cefar fhall say this:
Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modesty.

Caf. I blame you not for praising Cafar foy
But what compa&' 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?
Art. Therefore I took your Hands, but was indeed

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