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 Antony :
Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in

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.
BRUTUS. Only be patient till we have appeas'd 180

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.

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,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer strucken by many princes, 210

Dost thou here lie !
CASSIUS. Mark Antony,-

Pardon me, Caius Cassius : The enemies of Cæsar shall


this ;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
CASSIUS. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so;

But what compact mean you to have with us ?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;

Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
ANTONY. Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,

Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar. 220
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons

Why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.
BRUTUS. Or else were this a savage spectacle :

Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,

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

not consent
That Antony speak in his funeral :
Know you how much the people may be mov'd

By that which he will utter ?

By your pardon ;
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Cæsar's death :
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission,

And that we are contented Cæsar shall
Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.

It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
CASSIUS. I know not what may fall; I like it not.
BRUTUS. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body.

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar,
And say you do ’t by our permission ;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral : and you shall speak

250 In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

After my speech is ended.

I do desire no more.
BRUTUS. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeunt all but ANTONY. ANTONY. 0, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers !
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood !
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,–

260 Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,

Be it so;

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds :
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry “Havoc,” and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.


Enter a Servant. You serve Octavius Cæsar, do


not ?
SERVANT. I do, Mark Antony.
ANTONY. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.
SERVANT. He did receive his letters, and is coming ;
And bid me say to you by word of mouth-

281 O Cæsar !

[Seeing the body. ANTONY. Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep.

Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,

Began to water. Is thy master coming ?
SERVANT. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
ANTONY. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath

chanc'd :
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ;

Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
Into the market-place : there shall I try,

In my oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men ;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.

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,
And part the numbers.
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him ;
And public reasons shall be rendered

Of Cæsar's death.
FIRST CITIZEN. I will hear Brutus speak.
SECOND CITIZEN. I will hear Cassius; and compare

their reasons,
When severally we hear them rendered.

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

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