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Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
With all kind love, good thoughts and reverence. CASSIUS. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
In the disposing of new dignities.
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
Have thus proceeded.
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; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus ; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours ; 189 Though last, not 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, Either a coward or a flatterer. That I did love thee, Cæsar, 0, 'tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ?
200 Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave
Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand,
Dost thou here lie !
Pardon me, Caius Cassius : The enemies of Cæsar shall
But what compact mean you to have with us ?
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. 220
Why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.
Our reasons are so full of good regard
You should be satisfied.
That's all I seek : And am moreover suitor that I may Produce his body to the market-place; And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
230 Speak in the order of his funeral.
BRUTUS. You shall, Mark Antony.
Brutus, a word with you. [Aside to BRUTUS] You know not what you do : do
By that which he will utter ?
By your pardon ;
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
250 In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
I do desire no more.
[Exeunt all but ANTONY. ANTONY. 0, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers !
260 Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
Be it so;
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-
Enter a Servant. You serve Octavius Cæsar, do
281 O Cæsar !
[Seeing the body. ANTONY. Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes,
Began to water. Is thy master coming ?
In my oration, how the people take
hand. [Exeunt with CÆSAR’s body.
Lend me your
SCENE II.-The Forum.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens. CITIZENS. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied. BRUTUS. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
Cassius, go you into the other street,
Of Cæsar's death.
10 [Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS
goes into the pulpit. THIRD CITIZEN. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence ! BRUTUS. Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, 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 wisdom, 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' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer : Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living and die