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Will you be prick'd in number of our friends,
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed,
Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Ant. That's all I seek
Caf. Brutus, a word with you.
Bru. By your pardon,
Caf. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here take you Cæsar's body:
i do defire no more.
Manet Antony Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth! That I am meek and gentle with these butchers. Thou art the ruins of the noblest Man, That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand, that thed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesie, (Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curfe shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestick fury, and fierce civil ftrife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war. All pity choak'd with custom of fell deeds ; And Cefar's Spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his fide come hot from Hell, Shall in these confines, with a Monarch's voice, Cry Havock, and let slip the Dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter Octavius's Servant.
Ser. I do, Mark Antony.
Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming;
[Seeing the body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart
weep; Passion I see is catching; for mine eyes, (21) Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began (21) Seeing those Beds of Sorrow ) Thus Mr. Pope's two Editions, for what Reason I know not: but I have reford from all the other
Began to water. Is thy Master coming ?
Ser. He lyes to night within feven leagues of Rome. . Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath
chanc'd. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Oétavius yet Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet stay a while ; Thou shalt noc back, 'till I have borne this corse Into the Market-place : there shall I try In my Oration, how the People take The cruel issue of these bloody mens According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Ottavius of the state of things Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæsar's body,
SCENE changes to the Forum. Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra ; Caffius, with
the Plebeians. Pleb. E will be satisfied, let us be satisfied,
Bru. Then follow me, and give me au
i Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their reasons, When sev’rally we hear them rendered,
(Exit Caffius, with some of the Plebeians. Copies, Beads; which was certainly the Poet's Word. Thus Lady Conflance in King Jobn;' ;
I; with these cryftal Beads Hean'n Mall be bribd
To do bim fuffice, and Revenge on You.
Thy Spirit within thee hath been so at War,
3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended: filence! Bru. Be patient 'till the last.
Romans, Country-men, and Lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wife, dom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cefar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæfar, this is my Answer : Not that I lov'd. Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cefar were living, and dye all flaves ; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men? As Cæfar 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 are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who's here so base, that would be a bond-man? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speaks for him have I of fended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his Country ? if any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a Reply
Al. None, Brutus, none.
Bru. Then none have I offended. - I have done no more to Cæfar, than you shall do to Bratus. The question of his death is inroll'd in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy ; nor 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 benefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, that as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome; I have the same dagger for my self, when it shall 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 Cæfar. 4 Pleb. Cæsar's better Parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house With shouts and clamours.
Bru. My Countrymen.
Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
[Exit. 1 Pleb. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony. 13 Pleb. Let him go up into the publick Chair, We'll hear him: noble Antony, go up:
Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you: 4 Pleb. What does he say of Brutus ?
3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' sake He finds himself beholden to us all.
4 Pleb. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. i Pleb. This Cesar was a Tyrant.
3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain;
2 Pleb. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears ;