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And sure he is an honourable man.
Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his
Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong.
3 Cit. Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; I found it in his closset; 'tis his will: Let but the commons bear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
Cit. The will! the will! we will hear Cesar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you.
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a
2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will read the will!
3 Cit. O woeful day!
4 Cit. O traitors, villains!
1 Cit. O most bloody sight!
2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about, wounds.—seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !—let not a trai
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed thein
You all do know this mantle : I remember
4 Cit. A ring; stand round.
1 Cit. Stand from the herse, stand from the body.
2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far
Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
All are too proud to shew him any respect. Said more than I intended.
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. O noble Cesar!
Ant. Stay, countrymen.
1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will no doubt, with reasons answer you,
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not
Wherein hath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves! Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then :You have forgot the will I told you of.
• Statua for statue, is common among the old writers. + Cesar's blood fell upon the statue, and trickled from it. + Wrongs.
Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and
Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal.
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.⚫
2 Cit. Most noble Cesar!-we'll revenge his
3 Cit. O royal Cesar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
Cit. Peace, ho!
Ant. Moreover, be hath left you all his walks, SCENE I.-The same.-A room in ANTONY'S His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tyber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, † ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at o To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cesar: When comes such another?
Ant. These many then shall die; their names
Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you,
Lep. I do consent.
Oct. Prick him down, Antony.
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I
But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house;
Oct. So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you;
SCENE III.-The same.-A street.
Enter CINNA, the Poet.
Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with And, having brought our treasure where we will
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away:
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
3 Cit. Pluck down benches.
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt CITIZENS, with the Body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thon what course thou wilt!-How now,
Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's house.
Serv. 1 heard him say, Brutus and Cassins
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.
And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.
3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cia. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every mau directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say. I
am a bachelor.
Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral.
2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;
A drachma is 7d. sterling-21. 3r. 4d. grounde
pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt.
+ Pleasure. t His coming is the very thing I wished for. My mind is oppressed with ill-omens.,
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
And let us presently go sit in council,
Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS,
SA a thing at our disposal. § Surrounded.
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.
[PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, PinIn his own change, or by ill officers, darus, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.
Pin. I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius: How he received you, let me be resolv❜d. •
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference As he hath used of old.
Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong 1 mine
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Bru. Cassius, be content,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent till we have done our confer
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm
Cas. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Bru. I say, you are not.
Cas. Urge ine no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no fur
Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must give way and room to your rash choler Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this?
Bru. All this! ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break;
Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part I shall be glad to learn of nobler men.
Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,
I said an elder soldier not a better:
Bru. If you did, I care not.
Cas. When Cesar liv'd be durst not thus have mov'd me.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.
Cas. I durst not?
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
By any indirection. I did send
• Bark at.
To confer the offices at my disposal.
Bra. I do not like your faults.
Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults,
Bru. A flatterer's would not though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cus. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius ! For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ❜d, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. Oh! I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Platus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for 1 know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lovd'st him better.
Than ever thou lov'st Cassius.
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Cas. Hath Cassins liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper❜d
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your band.
Bru. And my heart too.
Cas. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter?
Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with
When that rash humour which my mother gave Makes me forgetful?
Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. [Noise within. Poet. Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone.
Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.
Bru. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is dead.
[Drinks. Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge :
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
Bru. With what addition?
Mess. That by proscription, and bills of out-
Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription,——
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of
Bru. Nothing, Messala.
Mess. That, methinks, is strange.
• Jig, signified a metrical composition,
A term of reproach.”
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.) Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
Mes. Even so great men great losses should
Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you,
What do you
Of marching to Philippi presently?
Bru. Your reason?
Cas. This it is:
'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Bru. Under your pardon-You must note be-
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk.
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent,
It may be I shall raise you by and by
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch
Bru. I will not have it? so; lie down, good
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me.
[SERVANTS lie down. give Luc. 1 was sure your lordship did not
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much
Canst thon hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.
Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep
Cas. No more. Good night;
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare-
Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius,
Cus. O my dear brother!
[Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES.
Call Claudius, and some other of my men ;
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS.
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
Re-enter LUCIUS with the Gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd.
Var. Calls my lord ?
[Music, and a Song.
Bru. Why com'st thou ?
Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at
Then I shall see thee again?
[GHOST vanishes. thee at Philippi
Bru. Why, I will see
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Luc. My lord!
Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out?
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any thing?
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrab, Claudios! Fellow thou! awake.
Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. Why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your