We may now imagine the portico of Pompey's temple: it is crowded by the conspirators and others: Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, hastening onward before Cæsar, join them a few minutes before his arrival: as Cæsar approaches, he observes, and speaks to the soothsayer, whose reply is, that the ides of March are come, but are not gone. Artemidorus gives a paper to Cæsar-Trebonius, fearing its contents, offers another: Artemidorus speaks: [Artemidorus.] Cæsar, read mine first: for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearest: read it, Cæsar. [Cæsar.] What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Popilius, a senator, whispers Cassius, and passes on. He wish'd that we might thrive: he makes to Cæsar. [Brutus.] Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purpose; For look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. [Cassius.] Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Brutus.] Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. [Cassius.] He is prepar'd: press near, and second him : Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Metellus petitions Cæsar as he enters the senate: the other conspirators press round him, and in this manner they all enter along with Cæsar-we may still imagine we stand in the portico :-there is the usual silence for a few minutes within: but suddenly there is a cry of horror; then a shout is heard; and Cinna, a conspirator, rushes with a bloody dagger into the portico: [Cinna.] Liberty! freedom!-Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. People and senators,-be not affrighted : Fly not; stand still; ambition's debt is paid. The other conspirators issue into the portico, and are met by Trebonius, whom Brutus addresses: [Brutus.] Trebonius, where is Antony? [Trebonius.] Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, [Brutus.] Fates, we will know your pleasures; Now walk we forth, even to the market-place, [Servant.] Ay, noble Brutus. Mark Antony, my master, bade me kneel, [Brutus.] Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; Tell him, so please him, come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by mine honour, I knew, Cassius, I knew that we should have him well to friend. [Cassius.] I wish we may; but yet I have a mind Misgives me much. We may imagine that Brutus and the rest re-enter the senate-house to wait for Antony: Antony arrives, and we enter with him: the body of Cæsar is prostrate before us : Antony sees it, and speaks: [Antony.] O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? As Cæsar's death-hour; and no instruments I do beseech you, if you bear me hard, Now, while your purpled hands do reek and smoke, [Brutus.] O Antony! beg not your death of us. The multitude, beside themselves with fear, And then we will deliver you the cause Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, [Antony.] I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand ;- My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true; Shall it not grieve thee more than e'en thy death, While yet thy corse is warm and bleeding, Cæsar? [Antony ] Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; [Antony.] Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed, [Brutus.] Or else this were a savage spectacle: Antony.] That's all I ask : And am, moreover, suitor, that I may And, in the rostrum, as becomes a friend, [Brutus.] You shall, Mark Antony. [Cassius, in a low tone.] Brutus, a word with you,— : [Brutus, in a low tone.] By your pardon :- You shall not in your funeral speech blame us; [Brutus.] Prepare the body, then, and follow us. [a pause.] [Antony.] 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 liv'd upon the tide of time. Wo to the hand that shed this costly blood! |