Mark Antony's Oration. FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen! lend me your ears, So are they all! all honourable men-- He was my friend, faithful and just to me→ And Brutus is an honourable man! He hath brought many captives home to Rome, When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept 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 yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world—now lies he there. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose Let but the commons hear his testament- Unto their issue! If you have tears, prepare to shed them now You all do know this mantle? I remember The first time ever Cæsar 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!— Through this-the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd' For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel!- For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab!- Quite vanquish'd him. Then burst his mighty heart, Even at the base of Pompey's statue Which all the while ran blood!-great Cæsar fell! 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!— I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths! Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Shylock justifying his Meditated Revenge. Ibid If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million! laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies! And what's his reason? I am a Jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that! If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, Revenge! The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Ibid. Tell. SCALING yonder peak! I saw an eagle, wheeling near its brow Of measuring the ample range beneath, The death that threaten'd him!-I couldn't shoot! When I wedded thee The land was free!-O with what pride, I us'd How happy was I in it then!-I lov'd Its very storms!-Yes, Emma!—I have sat In my boat, at night, when down the mountain gorge Knowles. Brutus and Cassius. Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear its comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! 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, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible? |