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POPILIUS.

Fare you well.

[Advances to CÆSAR. BRUTUS. What said Popilius Lena ? CASSIUS. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.

I fear our purpose is discovered.
BRUTUS. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him.
CASSIUS. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.

Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, 20
Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,

For I will slay myself.
BRUTUS.

Cassius, be constant :
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes ;

For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. CASSIUS. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. DECIUS. Where is Metellus Cimber ? Let him go,

And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. BRUTUS. He is address’d : press near and second him. CINNA. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. 30 CÆSAR. Are we all ready? What is now amiss

That Cæsar and his senate must redress ?
METELLUS. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant

Cæsar,
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart.-

[Kneeling. CÆSAR.

I must prevent 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 fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood

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That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools ; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked court’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.
METELLUS. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear

50 For the repealing of my banish'd brother? BRUTUS. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar ;

Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
CÆSAR. What, Brutus !
CASSIUS.

Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon :
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
CÆSAR. 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,

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Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in 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 furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshak'd of motion : and that I am he,

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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.
ČINNA. O Cæsar,-
CÆSAR.

Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
DECIUS. Great Cæsar,-
CÆSAR.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ? 80

CASCA. Speak, hands, for me! [Casca first, then the other Conspirators and MARCUS

BRUTUS stab CÆSAR. CÆSAR. Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Cæsar ! [Dies. CINNA. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. CASSIUS. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,

Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !” BRUTUS. People and senators, be not affrighted ;

Fly not; stand still : ambition's debt is paid. CASCA. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. DECIUS. And Cassius too. BRUTUS. Where's Publius ? CINNA. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. METELLUS. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's

Should chanceBRUTUS. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person,

91 Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius. CASSIUS. And leave us, Publius ; lest that the people,

Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. BRUTUS. Do so: and let no man abide this deed,

But we the doers.

Re-enter TREBONIUS.

CASSIUS.

Where is Antony ? TREBONIUS. Fled to his house amaz'd :

Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run

As it were doomsday. BRUTUS.

Fates, we will know your pleasures : That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, 100

And drawing days out, that men stand upon. CASSIUS. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life

Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

BRUTUS. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg’d
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords :
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, 110

Let's all cry, “ Peace, freedom and liberty !”
CASSIUS. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over

In states unborn and accents yet unknown ! BRUTUS. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,

That now on Pompey's basis lies along

No worthier than the dust! CASSIUS.

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call’d

The men that gave their country liberty.
DECIUS. What, shall we forth ?
CASSIUS.

Ay, every man away : 120
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.
BRUTUS. Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
SERVANT. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ;
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’d Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. 130
If Brutus will youchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'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.
BRUTUS. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.

140 Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied, and, by my honour,

Depart untouch'd. SERVANT.

I'll fetch him presently. [Exit. BRUTUS. I know that we shall have him well to friend. CASSIUS. I wish we may : but yet have I a mind

That fears him much; and my misgiving still

Falls shrewdly to the purpose. BRUTUS. But here comes Antony.

Re-enter ANTONY.

Welcome, Mark Antony. ANTONY. O mighty Cæsar ! dost thou lie so low?

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, 150
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
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, 160
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 master spirits of this age.
BRUTUS. O Antony, beg not your death of us.

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