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Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine 1 Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, with me;

Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : And we, like friends, will straightway go together. I'll get me to a place more void, and there

Bru. "That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, ||Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. (Exit, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exe. Por. I must

go

in. -Ah me! how weak a thing

The heart of woman is! O Brutus ! SCENE 11.The some. A street near the Cap. The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! itol. Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.

Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint:Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Say, I am merry : come to me again, Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast And bring me word what he doth say to thee. wronged Cajus Ligarius. There is but one mind

(Exeunt. in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar.

If thou be'st not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,2 Artemidorus.

ACT III. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along,

SCENE 1.The same. The Capitol ; the senate And as a suitor will I give him this.

sitting. A crowd of people in the street leading My heart laments, that virtue cannot live

to the Capitol ; among them Artemidorus, and Out of the teeth of emulation. 3 I thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;

the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Bru

tus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. (Exit.

Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and SCENE IV.-The same. Another part of the others.

same street, before the house of Brutus. Enter Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Portia and Lucius.

Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Por. I prythee, boy, run to the senate-house; Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone :

Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, Why dost thou stay?

At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Luc.
To know my errand, madam.

Årt. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit Por. I would have had theé there, and here | That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar. again,

Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.- Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly. O constancy, be strong upon my side!

Cæs. What, is the fellow mad? Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !

Pub.

Sirrah, give place I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ? How hard it is for women to keep counsel ?

Come to the Capitol. Art thou here yet?

Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All Luc. Madam, what should I do?

the Senators rise. Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else?

Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive, Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look

Cas. What enterprise, Popilius ? well,

Pop.

Fare you well For he went sickly forth : And take good note,

[ Advances to Cæsar. What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.

Bru. What said Popilius Lena? Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Cas. Hewish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. Luc. I hear none, madam.

I fear, our purpose is discovered." Por.

Prythee, listen well; Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him. I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.-And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Luc. Sooth,4 madam, I hear nothing.

Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
Enter Soothsayer.

For I will slay myself.
Bru.

Cassius, be constant :
Por.

Come hither, fellow: /Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes : Which way hast thou been ?

For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Por. What is't o'clock?

Brutus, Sooth.

About the ninth hour, lady. He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?

(Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Cæsar Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,

and the Senators take their seats. To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? || And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar Bru. He is address'd :5 press near, and second To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,

him. I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, towards him?

That Cæsar and his senate must redress? Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant fear may chance.

Cæsar,
Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow : | Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, An humble heart :-

(Kneeling (1) Grievesi (2) Friend

(3) Envy.

(4) Really. (5) Ready

Cæs.

I must prevent thee, Cimber. But we the doers.
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies,

Re-enter Trebonius.
Might fire the blood of ordinary men;
And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,

Cas. Where's Antony?
Into the law of children. Be not fond,

Treb.

Fled to his house amaz'd: To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, That will be thaw'd from the true quality As it were doomsday. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, Bru. Fates ! 'we will know your pleasures : Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning. That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Thy brother by decree is banished;

And drawing days out, that men stand upon. If ou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Cas. Why, that cuts off twenty years of life, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong ; nor without cause Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : Will he be satisfied.

So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, || His time of fearing death. -Stoop, Romans, stoop, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords :

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; | Then walk we forth, even to the market-place A esiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! Cæs. What, Brutus !

Cas. Stoop then, and wash.6 How many ages Cas. Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon :

hence, As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. In states unborn, and accents yet unknown ?
Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; Bru. How

many

times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, If I could pray to move, prayers would move me :) That now on Pompey's basis lies along, But I am constant as the northern star,

No worthier than the dust? Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality,

Cas.

So oft as that shall be, There is no fellow in the firmament.

So often shall the knot of us be callid
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, The men that gave our country liberty.
They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; Dec. What, shall we forth?
But there's but one in all doth hold his place : Cas.

Ay, every man away:
So, in the world ; 'Tis furnish'd well with men, Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;? With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,2

Enter a Servant. Unshak'd of motion :3 and, that I am he,

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Let me a little show it, even in this ;

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down: And constant do remain to keep him so.

And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Cin. O Cæsar,

Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Cæs. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus ? || Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : Dec. Great Cæsar,

Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him; Cæs.

Doth not Brutus bootless4 kneel? | Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony (Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck. Cæsar catches May safely come to him, and be resolvid

hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by seve-How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death, ral other conspirators, and at last by Mar-Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead cus Brutus.

So well as Brutus living; but will follow Cæs. Et tu, Brute ?5_ Then, fall, Cæsar. The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus, (Dies. The Senators and People retire in Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, confusion.

With all true faith. So says my master Antony. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!

- Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. I never thought him worse.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, || Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !

He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Bru. People, and senators ! be not affrighted; Depart untouch'd.
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. Serv.

I'll fetch him presently,
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

[Exit Servant. Dec.

And Cassius too. Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to Bru. Where's Publius?

friend.
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Cas. I wish, we may; but yet have I a mind,
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Cæsar's

Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Should chance
Bru. Talk not of standing;-Publius, good cheer;

Re-enter Antony.
There is no harm intended to your person,

Bru. But here comes Antony.--Welcome, Mark Nor to a Roman else : so tell them, Publius.

Antony. Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Bru. Do so ;--and let no man abide this deed, Shrunk to this little measure?-Fare thee well. (1) Intelligent. (2) Continues to hold it. (4) Unsuccessfully. (5) And thou, Brutus ? (3) Solicitation,

(6) In Cæsar's blood.

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, inWho else must be let blood, who else is rank ;!

deed, If I myself, there is no hour so fit

Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Friends am I with you all, and love you all; Of half that worth, as those your swords, made richUpon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, With the most noble blood of all this world. Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle: Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,Our reasons are so full of good regard, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar, I shall not find myself so apt to die :

You should be satisfied. No place will please me so, no mean of death, Ant.

That's all I seek: As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,

And am moreover suitor, that I may
The choice and master spirits of this age. Produce his body to the market-place;

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, Speak in the order of his funeral.
As, by our hands, and this our present act,

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
You see we do; yet see you but our hands,

Cas.

Brutus, a word with you. And this the bleeding business they have done : You know not what you do; Do not consent, Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful ;

(Aside. And pity to the general wrong of Rome

That Antony speak in his funeral : (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)

Know you how much the people may be mov'd Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, By that which he will utter? Toyou our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Brui.

By your pardon ;Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts, I will myself into the pulpit first, Of brothers' temper, do receive you in

And show the reason of our Cæsar's death : With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. What Antony shall speak, I will protest

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, He speaks by leave and by permission ; In the disposing of new dignities.

And that we are contented, Cæsar shall Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies. The multitude, beside themselves with fear, It shall advantage more, than do us wrong. And then we will deliver you the cause,

Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. Why I, that did love Cæsar wben I struck him, Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body. Have thus proceeded.

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, Ant.

I doubt not of your wisdom.But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
Let each man render me his bloody hand : And say, you do't by our permission ;
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you :- Else shall you not have any hand at all
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand ;-

About his funeral : And you shall 'speak
Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;—now yours, Metellus; In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
Yours, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;- After my speech is ended.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre- Ant.
bonius.

desire no more. Gentlemen all,—alas! what shall I say?

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

(Exeunt all but Antony. That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, Either a coward or a flatterer.

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That I did love thee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true :

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
If then thy spirit look upon us now,

That ever lived in the tide2 of times.
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood!
To see thy Antony making his peace,

Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, -
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ? To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ;
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
would become me better, than to close

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
Pardon me, Julius :—Here wast thou bay’d, brave And dreadful objects so familiar,
hart;

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds ;
O world! thou wast the forest to this hart; And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
How like a deer, stricken by many princes, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Dost thou here lie?

Cry Havoc,3 and let slip the dogs of war; Cas. Mark Antony,

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth Ant.

Pardon me, Caius Cassius : /With carrion men, groaning for burial. The enemies of Cæsar shall say this ;

Enter a Servant. Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not? But what compact mean you to have with us? Sero. I do, Mark Antony: Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming : (1) Grown too high for the public safety.

(4) To let slip a dog at a deer, &c. was the Course. (3) The signal for giving no quarter. Il technical phrase of Shakspeare's time.

Be it so;

1

corpse, and

And bid me say to you by word of mouth, Enter Antony and others, with Cæsar's body. O Cæsar!

[Seeing the body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. || who, though he had no hand in his death, shall rePassion, I see, is catching: for mine eyes,

ceive the benefit of his dying, a place in the comSeeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,

monwealth; As which of you shall not? With Began to water. Is thy master coming ? Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for Rome.

the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myAnt. Post back with speed, and tell him what self, when it shall please my country

to need my

death. hath chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

Cit. Live, Brutus, live ! live! No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;

i Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his

house. Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while ;

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse

3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar. Into the market-place: there shall I try,

4 Cit.

Cæsar's better parts In my oration, how the people take

Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
The cruel issue of these bloody men;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts

and clamours.
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand. (Exeunt, with Cæsar's body.

Bru. My countrymen,-
2 Cit.

Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.. SCENE II.-The same.

1 Cit. Peace; ho! The Forum Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.

Do grace to Cæsar's

grace his speech Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony, friends.

By our permission, is allow'd to make. Cassius, go you into the other street,

I do entreat you, not a man depart, And part the numbers.

Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. (Evita Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here; i Cit

. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. Those that will follow Cassius, go with him ; 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; And public reasons shall be rendered

We'll hear him:-Noble Antony, go up. Of Cæsar's death.

Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you: 1 Cit.

I will hear Brutus speak. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? 2 Cit. I will bear Cassius; and compare their 3 Cit.

He
says,

for Brutus' sake, reasons,

He finds himself beholden to us all. When severally we hear them rendered.

4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus [Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens.

here. Brutus goes into the rostrum.

1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence!

3 Cit.

Nay, that's certain : Bru. Be patient till the last.

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him. Romans, countrymen, and lovers !! hear me for my 2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can saya cause; and be silent that you may hear: believe

Ant. You gentle Romans, me for mine honour; and have respect to mine Cit.

Peace, ho! let us hear him. honour, that you may believe : censure me in your Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the

your ears ;
better judge. If there be any in this assembly,|| I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that|| The evil, that men do, lives after them;
Brutus’ love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then The good is oft interred with their bones;
that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus
this is my answer, Not that I loved Cæsar less, || Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious :
but that I loved 'Rome more. Had you rather/ If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.
Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

I
weep

for him; as he was fortunate, 1||(For Brutus is an honourable man; rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but,||So are they all, all honourable men ;) as he was ambitious, I slew him; There is tears, || Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. for his love ; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his He was my friend, faithful and just to me: valour ; and death, for his ambition. Who is here | But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak ; || And Brutus is an honourable man. for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that He hath brought many captives home to Rome; would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him|| Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not || Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? love his country? If any, speak; for him have I When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: offended. I pause for a reply.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Cit. None, Brutus, none.

Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; (Several speaking at once. || And Brutus is an honourable man. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done You all did see, that on the Lupercal, no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. ||I thrice presented him a kingly crown, The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol : Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy ; ) Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered And, sure, he is an honourable man. death,

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, (1) Friends.

But here I am to speak what I do knoy.

loved me,

now.

You all did love him once, not without cause; 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? 2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony:
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far oft.
And inen have lost their reasonBear with me; Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,

Ant. If

you have tears, prepare to shed them And I must pause till it come back to me. 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his You all do know this mantle : I remember sayings.

The first time ever Cæsar put it on; 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; Cæsar has had great wrong.

That day he overcame the Nervii :3 Cit.

Has he, masters? Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: I fear, there will a worse come in his place. See, what a rent the envious Casca made : 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take Through this, the well beloved Brutus stabb'd; the crown;

And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it;

1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; weeping.

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: B Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! Antony.

This was the most unkindest cut of all : 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might | Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Have stood against the world : now lies he there, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And none so poorl to do him reverence.

And, in his mantle muffling up his face, O masters ! if I were dispos’d to stir

Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Who, you all know, are honourable men : Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.4 To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel Than I will wrong such honourable men. The dints of pity : these are gracious drops. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold I found it in his closet, 'tis his will :

Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Let but the commons hear this testament,

Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle ! And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! And dip their napkins2 in his sacred blood; 3 Cit. O woful day! Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

4 Cit. O traitors, villains ! And, dying, mention it within their wills,

1 Cit. O most bloody sight! Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,

2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about, — Unto their issue.

seek, -burn,---fire,-kill, -slay !-let not a traitor 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. I live. Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will. Ant. Stay, countrymen. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony.

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. die with him. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar,

you up It will inflame you, it will make you mad : To such a sudden flood of mutiny. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; They, that have done this deed, are honourable ; For if you should, O, what would come of it! What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,

4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony ; | That made them do it; they are wise and honourYou shall read us the will; Cæsar's will.

able, Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? || And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I fear, I wrong the honourable men,

I am no orator, as Brutus is : Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men! That love my friend; and that they know full well Cit. The will! the testament !

That gave me public leave to speak of him. 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will! For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, read the will!

Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, Ant. You will compel me then to read the will? To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ; And let me show you him that made the will. Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?

mouths, Cit. Come down.

And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, 2 Cit. Descend.

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony (He comes down from the pulpit. Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue. 3 Cit. You shall have leave.

In every wound of Cæsar, that should move 4 Cit. A ring; stand round.

(3) Statua for statue, is common among the old (1) The meanest man is now too high to do writers. reverence to Cæsar.

(4) Was successful.

(5) Impression, (2) Handkerchiefs.

(6) Grievances.

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