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Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart:

(Kneeling. Ces.

I must preveut thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men; And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not food, To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause Will he be satisfied.

Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, For the repealing of my banislı'd brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Cæs. What, Brutus!
Cas.

Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow iu the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So, in the world; 'Tis furnished well with men, And men are Aesh and blood, and apprehensive* ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rankt,

• Intelligent.

+ Continues to hold it.

Uushak'd of motion : and, that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cin. O Cæsar,
ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæsar,
Cæs.

Doth dot Brutus bootless t kneel? Dec. Speak, hands, for me. [Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck. Cæsar catches

hold of his arm. He is then stubbed by several other onspirators, and at last by

Marcus Brutus. Cæs. Et tu, Brutef!--Then, fall, Cæsar. (Dies. The Senators and People retire in con

fusion. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead ! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!

Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec.

And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of

Cæsar's Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to a Roman else; so tell them, Publius.

Cas. And leave us, Publius ; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

Bru. Do so ;-and lei no man abide this deed, But we the doers.

# Solicitation.
+ Unsuccessfully.

And thou, Brutus?

Re-enter Trebonius.

Cas. Where's Antony?
Tre.

Fled to his house amaz'd : Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'lis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Cæsar's frieuds, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's bloud Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market place; And, waviug our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! Cas. Stoop then, and wash*. How inany, ages

hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown?

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust?
Cas.

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the kpot of us be call'd
The men that gave our country liberty.

Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas.

Ay, every man away: Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

In Cæsar's blood.

Sero. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall dowo: And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say. Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ; Say, I fear's Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. If Brutus will vouchsate, that Antony May safely come to him, and be resolu'd How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; I never thought hin worse. Tell bim, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, Depart untouch'd. Sero.

I'll fetch him presently.

[Erit Servant. Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to

friend.
Cas. I wish, we may: but yet have I a mind,
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Re-enter Antony.

Bru. But here comes Antony.--Welcome, Mark

Antony.
Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?- Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank*:
If I myself, there is no hour so fit

* Grown too high for the publick safety,

As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument
Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die :
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and inaster spirits of this age.

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful ;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity),
Hath done this deed on Cæsar, For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antopy :
Our arms, in streugih of malice, and our hearts,
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, In the disposing of new dignities.

Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
Ant.

I doubt not of your wisdom,
Let each man render me his bloody hand:
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you :-
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;

Deciuś Brutus, yours;—now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna ;-and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, pot least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me;

Now,

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