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Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe. That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius :
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue), The enemies of Cæsar shall say this;
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men : Then in a friend it is cold modesty.
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
That mothers shall but smile when they behold Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, Their infants quartered with the hands of war; indeed,
All pity choaked with custom of fell deeds : Swayed from the point by looking down on Cæsar. And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Friends am I with you all, and love you all ; With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.
Cry “ Havock!" and let slip the dogs of war : Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle. That this foul deed shall smell above the earth Our reasons are so full of good regard,
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not? And am moreover suitor that I may
Serv. I do, Marc Antony. Produce his body to the market-place;
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming : Speak in the order of his funeral.
And bid me say to you by word of mouth,Bru. You shall, Marc Antony.
O Cæsar !-
(Seeing the body. Cas. [aside]. Brutus, a word with you.—| Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. You know not what you do: do not consent Passion, I see is catching; for mine eyes, That Antony speak in his funeral.
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Know you how much the people may be moved Began to water. Is thy master coming ? By that which he will utter?
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues Bru. By your pardon:
of Rome. I will myself into the pulpit first,
Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what And shew the reason of our Cæsar's death.
hath chanced. What Antony shall speak, I will protest
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, He speaks by leave and by permission :
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet: And that we are contented Cæsar shall
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile: Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
Into the market-place: there shall I try,
According to the which thou shalt discourse
[Exeunt, with Cæsar's body.
Scene II.— The same. The Forum.
Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a throng of I do desire no more.
Citizens. Bru. Prepare the body, then, and follow us. Cit. We will be satisfied: let us be satisfied !
[Exeunt all but Antony. Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
Cassius, go you into the other street, .
Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live! And part the numbers.-
1st Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here:
his house. Those that will follow Cassius, go with him : 2nd Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. And public reasons shall be rendered
3rd Cit. Let him be Cæsar. Of Cæsar's death.
4th Cit. Cæsar's better parts 1st Cit. I will hear Brutus speak. Shall now be crowned in Brutus. 2nd Cit. I will hear Cassius : and compare their 1st Cit. We 'll bring him to his house with reasons,
shouts and clamours. When severally we hear them rendered.
Bru. My countrymen,[Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. 2nd Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. 1st Cit. Peace, ho! 3rd Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence ! Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, Bru. Be patient till the last.
And for my sake stay here with Antony. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech my cause; and be silent, that you may hear : Tending to Cæsar's glories : which Marc Antony, believe me for mine honour; and have respect By our permission, is allowed to make. to mine honour, that you may believe : censure | I do entreat you not a man depart, me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. you may the better judge. If there be any in 1st Cit Stay, ho! and let us hear Marc Antony. this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him 3rd Cit. Let him go up into the public chair : I say that Brutus' love to Cæsar was not less | We 'll hear him.-Noble Antony, go up. than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus Ant. For Brutus' sake I am beholden to you. rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,--Not that 4th Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. 3rd Cit. He says, for Brutus’ sake Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die allHe finds himself beholden to us all. slaves, than that Cæsar were dead, to live all 4th Cit. 'T were best to speak no harm of free men ?-As Cæsar loved me, I weep for
Brutus here. him : as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it: as he 1st Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant. was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was am- || 3rd Cit. Nay that's certain : bitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; We are blessed that Rome is rid of him. joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour; and 2nd Cit. Peace : let us hear what Antony can death for his ambition.—Who is here so base
say. that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for Ant. You gentle Romans, him have I offended. Who is here so rude that Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him. would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me have I offended. Who is here so vile that will
your ears. not love his country? If any, speak; for him I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him : have I offended.— I pause for a reply.
The evil that men do lives after them; Cit. None, Brutus, none.
The good is oft interréd with their bones : Several speaking at once. So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done | Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious : no more to Cæsar than you should do to Brutus. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; The question of his death is enrolled in the Capi- ! And grievously hath Cæsar answered it. tol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was | Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he (For Brutus is an honourable man; suffered death.
So are they all, all honourable men ;)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. Enter Antony and others, with Cæsar's body. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: Here comes his body, mourned by Marc An- But Brutus says he was ambitious ; tony; who, though he had no hand in his death, And Brutus is an honourable man. shall receive the benefit of his dying,-a place He hath brought many captives home to Rome, in the commonwealth : as which of you shall Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: not?— With this I depart: that, as I slew my best Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? lover for the good of Rome, I have the same When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: dagger for myself when it shall please my country Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: to need my death.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
3rd Cit. Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4th Cit. Marked ye his words? He would
not take the crown: Therefore 't is certain he was not ambitious.
1st Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2nd Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with
weeping. 3rd Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome
than Antony. 4th Cit. Now mark him; he begins again to
speak. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar : If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no:
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: Let but the commons hear this testament
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him! (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), This was the most unkindest cut of all : And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst this mighty And, dying, mention it within their wills;
heart: Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Unto their issue.
Even at the base of Pompey's statue, 4th Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Marc Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Antony.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen! Cit. The will; the will ! we will hear Cæsar's Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down, will.
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us! Ant. Have patience, gentle friends : I. must O now you weep, and I perceive you feel not read it:
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you. Kind souls! what, weep you when you but behold You are not wood, you are not stones, but men: | Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ?-Look you here! And being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors. It will inflame you ; it will make you mad.
1st Cit. () piteous spectacle ! "Tis good you know not that you are his heirs: 1 2nd Cit. O noble Cæsar ! For if you should, O what would come of it! 3rd Cit. O woful day!
4th Cit. Read the will : we will hear it, Antony. 4th Cit. O traitors, villains ! You shall read us the will : Cæsar's will!
1st Cit. O most bloody sight! Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? 2nd Cit. We will be revenged. Revenge ! I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
about, -seek,-burn,-fire,- kill, -slay! Let I fear I wrong the honourable men
not a traitor live! Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar : I do fear it. Ant. Stay, countrymen.
4th Cit. They were traitors. Honourable men! 1st Cit. Peace there! hear the noble Antony. Cit. The will! the testament!
2nd Cit. We 'll hear him; we'll follow him ; 2nd Cit. They were villains; murderers. The
we'll die with him! will! read the will !
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the will?
stir you up Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, | To such a sudden flood of mutiny. And let me shew you him that made the will.. They that have done this deed are honourable : Shall I descend; and will you give me leave ? What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, Cit. Come down.
That made them do it: they are wise and 2nd Cit. Descend. [He comes from the pulpit.
honourable, 3rd Cit. You shall have leave.
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 4th Cit. A ring : stand round!
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 1st Cit. Stand from the hearse; stand from I am no orator, as Brutus is : the body!
| But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, 2nd Cit. Room for Antony: most noble Antony! That love my friend : and that they know full well Ant. Nay, press not so upon me: stand far off. That gave me public leave to speak of him : Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, now.
To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: You all do know this mantle : I remember I tell you that which you yourselves do know : The first time ever Cæsar put it on;
Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, (poor, poor "T was on a summer's evening, in his tent:
dumb mouths !) That day he overcame the Nervii :
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony See what a rent the envious Casca made:
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Through this the well-belovéd Brutus stabbed; In every wound of Cæsar, that should move And, as he plucked his curséd steel away, The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it;
Cit. We 'll mutiny! As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
1st Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus !
3rd Cit. Away, then : come, seek the con Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people spirators!
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen : yet hear me
[Exeunt. speak. Cit. Peace, ho! hear Antony ; most noble
Scene III.—The same. A Street.
Enter Cinna, the Poet.
Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves ?
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
1st Cit. What is your name? To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2nd Cit. Whither are you going ? 2nd Cit. Most noble Cæsar! we'll revenge his
3rd Cit. Where do you dwell? death.
4th Cit. Are you a married man or a bachelor? 3rd Cit. O royal Cæsar !
2nd Cit. Answer every man directly? Ant. Hear me with patience.
1st Cit. Ay, and briefly. Cit. Peace, ho!
4th Cit. Ay, and wisely. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his
3rd Cit. Ay, and truly; you were best. walks,
Cin. What is my name : whither am I going : His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
where do I dwell : am I a married man or a baOn this side Tyber : he hath left them you, chelor? Then, to answer every man directly And to your heirs for ever : common pleasures, and briefly, wisely and truly :-wisely, I say I am To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
a bachelor. Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another?
2nd Cit. That's as much as to say they are 1st Cit. Never, never !-Come, away, away!
fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, We 'll burn his body in the holy place,
I fear. Proceed; directly. And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. Take up the body.
1st Cit. As a friend or an enemy? 2nd Cit. Go, fetch fire !
Cin. As a friend. 3rd Cit. Pluck down benches !
2nd Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4th Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything! 4th Cit. For your dwelling; briefly.
(Exeunt Citizens with the body. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. Ant. Now let it work! Mischief, thou art
3rd Cit. Your name, sir; truly, afoot;
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. Take thou what course thou wilt.--How now, 1st Cit. Tear him to pieces ! he's a conspirator. fellow?
Cin. I am Cinna the poet; I am Cinna the poet.
4th Cit. Tear him for his bad verses; tear him Enter a Servant.
for his bad verses ! Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. Ant. Where is he?
2nd Cit. It is no matter : his name's Cinna: * Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : him going! He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
3rd Cit. Tear him : tear him!-Come, brands, And in this mood will give us anything.
ho! firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius': burn Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius all! Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. | some to Ligarius'. Away, go!