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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;
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his
sayings.

Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong.

3 Cit. Has he, masters?

I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;

Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.

4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; I found it in his closset; 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy

Unto their issue.

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed the

now.

You all do know this mantle : I remember
The first time ever Cesar put it on:
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii :-
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through
See, what a rent the envious Casca made :
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd,
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it;
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no;
(For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel)
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd him
This was the most unkindest cut of all:
For, when the noble Cesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty
heart;

And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua⚫
Which all the while ran blood, † great Cesar fell.
Oh! what a fall was there, my countrymeu !
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
Oh! now you weep: and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but beh d
Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd as you see, with trai-

tors.

1 Cit. O piteous spectacle ! 2 Cit. O noble Cesar! 3 Cit. O woeful day!

4 Cit. O traitors, villains! 1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged revenge; about, wounds.seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !-let not a traiAnt. Stay, countrymen.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.

Cit. The will! the will! we will hear Cesar's will.

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;

It is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Cesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ;
For, if you should, oh! what would come of it?
4 Cit. Read the will: we will hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will; Cesar's will.

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. [while?
I fear I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cesar: I do fear it.
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men!
Cit. The will! the testament !

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will read the will!

Ant. You will compel me then to read the will?

Then make a ring about the corse of Cesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?

Cit. Come down.

2 Cit. Descend.

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1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up

To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable ;
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and ho-

nourable,

And will no doubt, with reasons answer you,
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
I am no orator, as Brutus is:

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend: and that they know full
well

That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor
dumb mouths,

And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.

1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear ine
speak.

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not

what:

Wherein hath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves ↑ Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then :You have forgot the will I told you of.

Statua for statue, is common among the old writers. + Cesar's blood fell upon the statue, and trickled from it. ¡ Wrongs.

Cf. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.⚫ 2 Cit. Most noble Cesar!-we'll revenge his death.

3 Cit. O royal Cesar!

Ant. Hear me with patience.

Cit. Peace, bo!

pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, SCENE I.-The same.-A room in ANTONY'S His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,

On this side Tyber; he hath left them you,

House.

And to your beirs for ever; common pleasures, + ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

Here was a Cesar: When comes such another?

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Serv. Sir, Octavins is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he?

Sere. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.

Serr. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rd like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people,

How I had inov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same.—A street.
Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with
Cesar,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy: § 1 base no wid to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth.

Eater CITIZENS.

1 Cit. What is your name ?

2 C. Whither are you going?

3 Ct. Where do you dwell?

Table.

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Lep. I do consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Who is your sister's son, Mark Autony.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn + him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house ;
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Oct. Or here, or at

The Capitol.

[Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it ?

Oct. So you thought him;

And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man; To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold; To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And, having brought our treasure where we will Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons.

Oct. You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,

I do appoint him store of provender.

It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

4 Cd. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.

2. Answer every man directly.

1. Ay, and briefly.

4 fat. Ay, and wisely.

3 Cat. Ay, and truly, you were best. fr. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do i dwell? Am I a married man, or a bacarier I Then to answer every man directly, and body, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say,

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2 Gif. That's as much as to say, they are fools Chat marry :-You'll bear me a bang for that, Sear. Proceed; directly.

Cam. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. 1 Gr. As a friend, or an enemy? Ca. As a friend.

f. That matter is answered directly. 4 fit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Bretty, I dwell by the Capitol. Ciz. Your name, Str, truly.

f. Truly, my name is Cinna.

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations;
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion: Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius,
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,
Our best friends made, and our best means
stretch'd out;

And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear
Millions of mischief.
[Exeunt.

itat. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the

Cam. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the port.

4. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him h. bad verses.

2 CH. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;

→ & fzartma to 7d. sterling--21. 3. 4d,

+ Pleasure. 1 His coming is the very thing I wished for. i My mind is oppressed with ill-omens.,

Camp near Sardis.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

Bru. Stand here.

• Note. + Condemn. As a thing at our disposal. ♦ Surrounded.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, PinIn his own change, or by ill officers, [darus, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolv❜d. •
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference
As he hath used of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be
quarter'd;

The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd :

March gently on to meet him.

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Are much condemn'd to have an itching pala
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement !

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re

member!

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers-shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?—
I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,

I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions. +

Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cas. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no fur

ther.

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Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shail digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: For mine own part
I shall be glad to learn of nobler men.
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,
Brutus ;

I said an elder soldier not a better:
Did I say, better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cesar liv'd he durst not thus bave mov'd me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.

Cas. I durst not?

Bru. No.

Cas. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru. For your life you durst not.
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love,

I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry

for.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;-
For I can raise no money by vile means;
By heaven I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,

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As huge as high Olympus.

Cus. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius!
For Cassius is aweary of the world :
Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ❜d,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. Oh! I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for I know,
When thou didst hate him worse, thou lovd'st
him better.

Than ever thou lov'st Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Which, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, Vexeth

him?

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Bru. And my heart too.

Cas. O Brutus !

Bru. What's the matter?

me,

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with
[me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave
Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
[Noise within.

Poet. Within.] Let me go in to see the ge-
nerals;
There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet
They be alone.

Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them.
Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall

stay me.

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Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows
his time:

What should the wars do with the jigging⚫ fools!
Companion, hence.

Cas. Away, away, be gone.

[Exit POET.

Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS.

Bru. Lucillus and Titinius, bid the com

manders

Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Mes-
sala with you

Immediately to us.

[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so

angry.

Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is dead.

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Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA.
Bru. Come in, Titinius-Welcome, good

Messala.

Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Cas. Portia, art thou gone?
Bru. No more, I pray you.-
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius, and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same

tenour.

Bru. With what addition ?
Mess. That by proscription, and bills of out-
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death a hundred senators.
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Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators, that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cas. Cicero one?

Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,

And by that order of proscription,-
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Bru. No, Messala.

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of
her?

Bru. Nothing, Messala.

Mess. That, methinks, is strange.

Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her
in yours?
Mess. No, my lord.

• Jig, signified a metrical composition.
A term of reproach."

Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala:

With meditating that she must die once,⚫
I have the patience to endure it now.

Mes. Even so great men great losses should

endure.

Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you

think

Of marching to Philippi presently?

Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Your reason?

Cas. This it is:

'Tis better that the enemy seek us:

So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do stand but in a forc'd affection;
For they have grudg'd us contribution;
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,

Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd:
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Bru. Under your pardon-You must note beside,

That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe :
The enemy increaseth every day,
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Cas. Then, with your will, go on;

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and

sleep;

It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassins.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.

Bru. I will not have it so; lie down, good
Sirs;

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so:
I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[SERVANTS lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
Bru. It does, my boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing
Luc. It is my duty, Sir.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep
again;

I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.

[Music, and a Song.
This is a sleepy tune:-O murd'rous slumber!
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music?-Gentle knave, good
night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good

night.

Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd down,

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

[He sits down. Enter the GHOST of CESAR.

How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who coines here?

We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi-I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes

lippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?

Cas. No more. Good night;
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare-
well, good Messala ;-

Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.

Cus. O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Never come such division 'tween our souls!

Let it not, Brutus.

Bru. Every thing is well.

Cas. Good night, my lord.

Bru. Good night, good brother.

Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutns.
Bru. Farewell, every one.

[Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES.

Re-enter LUCIUS with the Gown.

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ? Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily! Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er

watch'd.

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That shapes this monstrous apparition,
It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Bru. Why com'st thou?

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at
Philippi.

Bru. Well;

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