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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, indeed,
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all ;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein Cæfar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else this were a savage spectacle.
Our reasons are fo full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the Son of Cæfar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all I seek ;
And am moreover fuitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market-place,
And in the Pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Caf. Brutus, a word with you.-
You know not what you do ; do not consent, [Aside.
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you, how much the People may be mov'd
By That which he will utter?

Bru. By your pardon,
I will myself into the Pulpit first,
And shew the reason of our Cafar's death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permission :
And that we are contented, Cæfar shall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies :
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

Caf. I know not what may fall, I like it not.

Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body:
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæfar;
And lay, you do't by our permission :
Else fhall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral. And you shall freak


In the fame Pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

Ant. Be it fo;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

(Exeunt Conspirators.


Manet Antony

Pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth!
That I am meek and gentle with these

Thou art the ruins of the noblest

That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand, that shed this costly blood !
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse shall light * upon the line of men;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrise,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects fo familiar,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war :
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds ;
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a Monarch's voice,
Cry Havock, and let flip the Dogs of war;
That this foul deed thall smell above ihe earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Enter Odavius's Servanti
You ferve Odavius Cæfar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony.
-upon the Limbs of men ;} We should read,
-Line of men;---i. e. Human Race.



Ant. Cafar did write for him to come to Rome. -

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming ;
And bid me say to you by word of mouth-
O Cæfar !

[Seeing the Body.
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep;
Paflion I see is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming ?

Ser. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath

Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Ronte,
No Rome of safety for O&avius yet ;
Hic hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while;
Thou shalt not back, 'till I have borne this corse
Into the market-place : there shall I try
In my Oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men ;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young O&avius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæsar's body.

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Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra ; Cassius, with

the Plebeians.
Pleb. E will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.

Bru. Then follow me, and give me
audience, friends.
Caffius, go you into the other street,
And part tbe numbers :
Those, that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here ;
Those, that will follow Cassius, go with him ;
And public reasons shall be. rendered.
Of Cæsar's death.

I Pleb.


-1 Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak. Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their

reasons, When sev'rally we hear them rendered.

[Exit Cassius, with some of the Plebeians. 3

Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended : silence ! Bru. Be patient 'till the laft. Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be Gilent, 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 Casar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cafar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæfar, this is my Answer: Not that I lov'd Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and die all slaves ; than that Cafar were dead, to live all free-men ? As Cæsar lov'd 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 flew 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 bond-man ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who's 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 Cæfar, than you shall do to Brulus. The question of his death is inroll'd in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy ; nor his offences enforc d, for which he suffered death.


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1 Pleb. S'

Enter Mark Antony with Cæsar's body.
Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who,
though he had no hand in his death, fhall receive the
benefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth ;
as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, that
as I few 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!
i Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his

2 Pleb. Give him a ftatue with his Ancestors.
3 Pleb. Let him be Cæfar.

4 Pleb. Cæsar's better Parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus. i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house with shouts

and clamours.
Bru. My Countrymen-
2 Pleb. Peace! filence! Brutus speaks.

i Pleb. Peace, ho!
[ Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, stay here with Antony;
Do grace to Cæsar's corps, and grace his speech
Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony
By our permission is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

TAY, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.
Pleb. Let him go up into the public

We'll hear him: noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus' lake, I am beholden to you.
4 Pleb. What does he fay of Brutus ?


3 Pieb,

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