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Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience, | The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
And not my husband's secrets?
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan;
And ghosts did shriek, and squeal + about the
streets,

O Cesar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

Bru. O ye gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife!

[Knocking within.
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.

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To wear a 'kerchief? 'Would you were not sick!
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Bra. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarins,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. A piece of work that will make sick
men whole.

Lig. But are not some whole that we must
make sick?

Bru. That must we also. What it is
Caius,

I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,

To whom it must be done.

Lág. Set on your foot;

And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

Bru. Follow me then.

[Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same.-A Room in CESAR'S Palace.

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Ces. What can be avoided,

Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods?
Yet Cesar shall go forth for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Cesar.

Cal. When beggars die, there are no cometa

seen: The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Ces. Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should
fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come.

Re-enter a SERVANT.

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Cal. Alas, my lord,

Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say you are not well to-day;
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Enter DECIUS.

Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy
Cesar:

I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Ces. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius.
Cal. Say, he is sick.

Ces. Shall Cesar send a lie?

Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cesar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Cesar, let me know some
cause,

Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.
Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But, for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home :
She dreamt to-night she saw my statue,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,

In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press
* Cry with pain.

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Ant. So to most noble Cesar.

Ces. Bid them prepare within:

I am to blame to be thus waited for.-
Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :-What, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cesar, I will :-and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been farther. [Aside. Ces. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go to gether.

Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cesar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A street near the Capitol.

| SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the same Street before the House of BRUTUS.

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To be so good to Cesar, as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended

towards him?

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cesar at the heels, Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cesar as he comes along. [Exit. Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing 'The heart of woman is! O Brutus! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus bath a suit, That Cesar will not grant.-Oh! I grow faint:Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Say, I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee [Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-The same.-The Capitol; the Senate sitting.

A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the SOOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.

Ces. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cesar; but not gone. Art. Hail, Cesar! Read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this bis humble suit.

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Art. O Cesar, read mine first; for mine's a | And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ;*

suit

That touches Cesar nearer: Read it, great Cesar.
Ces. What touches us ourself, shall be last
serv'd.

Art. Delay not, Cesar; read it instantly.
Ces. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirrah, give place.

Cas. What, urge you your petitions m the
street?

Come to the Capitol.

CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.)
All the SENATORS rise.

Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius ?
Pop. Fare you well. [Advances to CESAR.

Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might
1 fear our purpose is discovered. [thrive.
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cesar: Mark
him.

Cas. Casca, be suddeu, for we fear preven-
tion.-

Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Cesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.

Bru. Cassius, be constant:

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cesar doth not change.
Cas. Trebonius knows his time for, look you,
Brutus,

He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CESAR
and the SENATORS take their Seats.
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Cesar.

Bru. He is address'd :* press near and second
him.

Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your
hand.

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words,
Low-crook'd cart'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, Cesar 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 Cesar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy haud, but not in flattery,

Cesar;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Ces. What, Brutus !

Cas. Pardon, Cesar; Cesar, pardon:
49 low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Ces. 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 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,

• Ready.

Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshak'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 Cesar-

Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift Olympus?
Dec. Great Cesar,-

Ces. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the neck. CESAR catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS. Ces. Et tu, Brute? -Then, fall, Cesar. [Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion.

'Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Cas. Some to the comninon 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.

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Cas. Where's Antony?

Tre. Fied 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; 'tis 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 Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd
His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Cesar's blood

Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, e'en to the market-place;
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!
Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages
hence,

Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown!
Bru. How many times shall Cesar 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 knot 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 bearts of Rome.

Enter a SERVANT.

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

By entreaty. •Capable of apprehending. In the forum, the place t And thon, Brutus of harangue. | Steep; as washed with gold.

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me | That one of two bad ways you must conceit⚫ me, kneel;

Either a coward or a flatterer.

[him.

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear'd Cesar, honour'd him, and lov'd
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
'How Cesar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cesar 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 An-
tony.

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.

Tel: him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit SERV.
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 Antouy.-Welcome, Mark
Autony,

Ant. O mighty Cesar! 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
As Cesar's death 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 Cesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master 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 Cesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark
Antony:

Our arms, in strength of malice,+ and our hearts,
Of brothers' tempe 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 1, that did love Cesar 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;-
Now, Decius Brutus, yours;-now yours, Me-
tellus :

Yours, Cinna;-and, my valiant Casca,
Though last, not least in love, yours, good

bonius.

Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say?
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

That I did love thee, Cesar, ob! '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?
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
hart;

• Grown too powerful for the public safety.
Though strong in the deed just performed.

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 heart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie?

Cas. Mark Antony,

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
The enemies of Cesar shall say this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cesar 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?
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was
indeed,

Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cesar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein, Cesar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle:
That were you, Antony, the son of Cesar,
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. 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,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

I do desire no more.

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
[Exeunt all but ANTONY

Ant. O, pardon me, thou piece of bleeding
earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood:
That ever lived in the tide of times.
yours;-(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
Tre-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,

• Suppose me.

Used by old writers for death.

Cas. Brutus, a word with you.
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!

Aside.

Bru. By your pardon ;

I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Cesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission:
And that we are contented Cesar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cesar's body.
And say, you do't by our permission;
But speak all good you can devise of Cesar;
About his funeral: And you shall speak
Else shall you not have any hand at all
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

Ant. Be it so;

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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 Cesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até 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 Cesar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony.

Ant. Cesar did write for him to come to Rome.
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is com
ing:

And bid me say to you by word of mouth.
O Cesar!
[Seeing the Body
Ant. 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?

Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of

Rome.

Ant. 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 a while;
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.
Lend me your band.

[Exeunt with CESAR's Body.
SCENE II.-The same.-The Forum.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng
of CITIZENS.
Cit. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
friends.-

Cassins, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.--

[here;

Those that will hear me speak, let then stay
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Cesar's death.

1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their
reasons,
When severally we hear them rendered.
[Exit CASSIUS, with some of the CITIZENS.
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum.
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence!
Bru. Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for
my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: be-
lieve 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 Cesar's, to him I
say,
That Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than
his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus
rose against Cesar, this is my answer:-Not that
I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all
slaves, than that Cesar were dead, to live all free-
ment As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; As
he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was va-
liant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious,
I slew him: There are tears for his love; joy
for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death
for his ambition. Who is here so base, that
would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him
have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would
not be a Roman ? If any, speak; for him have 1

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Bru. My countrymen,

2 Cit. Peace! silence! Brutus speaks.

1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cesar's corse, and grace his speech
Tending to Cesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

[Erit.

1 Cit. Stay, bo! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him :-Noble Antony, go up. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? 3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all,

4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant.

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. You gentle Romans,-

Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me
your ears;

I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men ;)
Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept :
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
you all did see that, on the Lupercal,
thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Was this ambition
which he did thrice refuse.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

• Friend.

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