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As Cæsar's death's-hour; nor no instrument
, 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, Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful; And pity for the general wrong of Rome, Hath done this deed on Cæsar: for your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony; And our hearts, of brothers' temper, 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
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
That I did love thee, Cæsar, oh, 'tis true :
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius :
this: Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so,
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
Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Ant. That's all I seek;
order of his funeral.
all, Mark Antony
Cas. Brutus, a word with youYou know not what you do ; do not consent, [Aside. That Antony speak in his funeral : Know
how much the people may be mov'd, By that which he will utter ?
Bru. By your pardon,
Cat. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony,
Ant. Be it so;
[Exeunt all but Antony.
And dreadful objects so familiar,
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Rostrum ; Cassius
with the PLEBEIANS. i 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
mak; 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. We'll bring him to his house, With shouts and clamours.
Bru. My countrymen-
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
Enter Antony and the Body.
3 Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair. We'll hear him : noble Antony, go up.