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That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd ! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man? When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
Cesar's suspicions of Cassius.
'Would he were fatter :-but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
Ambition clad in Humility.
But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder
Conspiracy dreadful till executed.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Shamest thou to shew thy dangerous brow by night
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability;
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :
Portents attend Royal Deaths.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen : The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
The Fear of Death.
Cowards die many times before their deaths: The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet
Will come when it will come.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.*
Brutus's Address to the Citizens.
BRUTUS. Be patient till 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,
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 is 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 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.
CITIZENS. None, Brutus, none.
BRUTUS. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should 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, mourn'd 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.
Antony's Oration over Casar's Body.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Cæsar, 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 Cæsar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So they are all, all honourable men), Come I to speak in Cæsar'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,
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?
Was this ambition?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept;
And men have lost their reason!-Bear with me;
But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
O masters! if I were disposed to stir
Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,