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As Cæsar's death's-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,
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us :
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus;
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That I did love thee, Cæsar, oh, 'tis true:
Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand,
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
Cas. 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?
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was in-
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.
Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Ant. That's all I seek;
And am moreover suitor, that I may
order of his funeral.
all, Mark Antony.
Cas. Brutus, a word with you
You know not what you do; do not consent, [Aside.
Know you how much the people may be mov'd,
Bru. By your pardon,
I will myself into the rostrum first,
Cat. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
You shall not in your funeral-speech blame us,
In the same rostrum whereto I am going,
Ant. Be it so;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
[Exeunt all but Antony.
Ant. O 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!
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth. [Exit.
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Rostrum; Cassius with the Plebeians.
1 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence! Bru. Be patient to 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's 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 all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men! As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, 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's 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 I offended? Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak; for him have I offended.I pause for a reply—
All. None, Brutus, none.
Bru. Then none have I offended—I have done no more to Cæsar, than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the capitol, his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not? With this I depart, that as I slew my best lover, for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
All. Live, Brutus, live! live!
1 Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 2 Pleb. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
3 Pleb. Let him be Cæsar.
1 Pleb. We'll bring him to his house,
With shouts and clamours.
Bru. My countrymen
2 Pleb. Peace! silence! Brutus speaks. 1 Pleb. Peace, ho!
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse and grace his speech
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Enter Antony and the Body.
1 Pleb. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair. We'll hear him: noble Antony, go up.