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Sway'd from the Point, by looking down on Cafar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me Reasons;
Why, and wherein Cesar was dangerous.

Brø. Or else were this a favage Spe&acle.
Our Reasons are fo full of good regard,
That were you Antony the Son of Cæfari
You should be satisfied. 2

Ant. That's all-I feek; Pic
And am moreover Suitor, that I may
Produce his Body to the Market-place,
And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend;
Speak in the Order of his Funeralı

Brn. You shalt, Mark Antony.

Caf. Brutus, a word with you-
You know not what you do; do not consent [Afide.
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 my self into the Pulpit first,
And shew the Reason of oor Cefar's Death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permission; arise
And that we are contented Cefar shall
Have an true Rites, and lawful Ceremonies;
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

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

Bru. Mark Antony, here take you Cesar's Body;
You shall not in your Funeral Speech blame us;
But speak all good you can devise of Cæfar,
And lay you do's by our Permission :
Else you shall not have any hand at all *
About his Funeral. And you shall speak
In the same Pulpit whereto I am going,
After my Specch is endedo

Ant. Be it fo;
I do defire no more.

Bru. Prepare the Body then, and follow us: [Exeunt.


Vol. V..


Manet Antony
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of Earth,
That I am mcek and gentle with these Butchers.
Thou art the Ruins of the noble ft Man
That ever lived in the Tide of Times.
Woe to the Hand that shed this costly Blood !
Over thy Wounds, now do I prophesie,
(Which, like dumb Mouths, do ope th-ir ruby Lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my Tongue)
A Curse shall light upon the Limbs of Men;
Domestick Fury, and fierce civil Strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and Destruction shall be lo in use,
And dreadful Onjeas fo familiar,
That Mothers shall but fmil, when they behold
Their Infants quartered with th: Hinds of War:
All Piry choak’d with Custom of fill Deeds,
And Cafar's Spirit ranging for Revenge,
With Ate by his fide, come hot from Hell,
Shalt in these Confines, with a Monarch's Voice,
Cry havock, and let slip the Dogs of War,
That this foul Deed fhall smell above the Earth
With Carrion Men, groaning for burial.

Enter O&avius's Servant.
You serve Oétavius Cæfar, do you not?

Ser. I do, Mark Anthony.
Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome.

Ser. He did receive his Letters, and is coming,
And bid me say to you by word of Mouth-
o Cear!

[Seeing the Body:
Ant. Thy Heart is big, get thee apart and weep;
Pallion I fee is carching, for mine Eyes,
Seeing those Beads of Sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy Master coming?

Ser. Helyes to Nigrit within feven Leagues of Rome.

Ani. Post back with speed, and iell him what hath chanc'd.
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of Safety for Oitavills yet;
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while,
Trou shalt not back, 'till I have born this Coarse
Into the Market-place: There shall I try



In my Oration, how the People take
The cruel issue of these bloody Men;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Oetavius of the state of things.
Lend me your Hand

[Exeunt with Cæsar's Body.. SCENE II. The Forum.

Enter Brutus, and goes into the Pulpit; and Callaus, with

the Plebeians. Pleb. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.

Bru, Then follow me, and give me Audience, Friends. Calsins, go you into the other Street, And part the Numbers: Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Casius, go with him, And publick Reasons shall be rendred Of Cefar's Death.

1 Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak. 2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their Reasons, When severally we hear them rendred.

[Exeunt Cassius, with some of the Plebeians. 3 Pleb, The Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence. Bru, Be Patient 'till the last.

Romans, Country-men, and Lovers, hear me for my Cause, and be filent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine Honour, and have refpe& to mine Honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your Wisdom, and awake your Senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this Assembly, any dear Friend of Casar's, to them I say, That Brutus love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then, that Friend demard, why. Brutus rose against Cafar, this is my Answer: Not that I lov'd Cafar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cafar were living, and dye all Slaves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all Free-men? As Cæsar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was Fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was Valiant, I honour him; but as he was Ambitious, I flew him. There is Tears for his Love, Joy for his Fortune, Honour for his Valour, and Death for his Ambition. Who is here so base that would be a Bond-man? If any, speak; for him

have I offended. Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Romans If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his Country? If any, speak; for him have I offended.--I paule for a Reply

All. None, Brutus, none.

Bru. Then rone have I offended. I have done no more to Cæfar than you shall do to Brutus. The Question of his Death is inrolld in the Capitol; his Glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; not his Offences enforc'd, for which he suffered Death.

Enter Mark Antony with Cæsar's Body. Here comes his Body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who though he had no hand in his Death, shall receive the Renefit of his dying, a Piace in the Commonwealth ; as which of you shall not? With this I depart, That as I few my best Lover for the good of Rome, I have the fame Dagger for my self, when it Thall please my Country to need

my Death.

All. Live, Brutus, live, live. i Pleb. Bring him with Triumph home unto his House. 2 Pleb. Give him a Statue with his Ancestors. 3 Pleb. Let him be Cafar.

4 Pleb. Cafar's better Parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

i Pleb. We'll bring him to his House With Shouts and Clamors.

Bru. My Countrymen-
2 Pleb. Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Pleb. Peace, Ho!

Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, stay here with Antony;
Do grace to Cafar's Corps, and grace his Speech
Tending to Cafar's Glories, which Mark Antony,
By our Permission, is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you, not a Man depart,
Save I alone, 'till Antony have spoke.

[Exir. 1 Pleb. Stay, Ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Pleb. Let him go up into the publick Chair, We'll hear him: Noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus's sake I am beholden to you.

4 Pleb.

4 Pleb. What do:s he say of Brutus ?

3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus's fake He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Pleb. 'Twere best speak no harm of Brutus here.
i Pleb. This Cejar was a Tyrant.
3 Pleb, Nay, that's certain ;
We are glad chat Rome is rid of him.

2 Pleb. Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. You gentle Romans
All. Peace, Ho, let us hear him.

Ant. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your Ears;
I come to bury Cafar, not to praise him.
The Evil thar Men do lives after them,
The Good is oft interred with the Bones ;
So let it be with Cafar. The noble Bruius
Hath told you, Cæfar was ambitious;
If it were so, it was a grievous Fault,
And grievously hath Cefar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable Man,
So are they all, all honourable Men)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's Funeral.
He was my Friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says, He was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honourable Man.
He hath brought many Captives home to Rome,
Whose Ransoms did the general fill;
Did this in Cæfar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cry'd, Cæfar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner Scuff:
Yet Brutus says, He was Ambitious,
And Brutus is an honourable Man.
You all did see, that on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a Kingly Crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this Ambition?
Yet Brutus says, He was ambitious,
And sure he is an honourable Man,
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause,



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