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Enter Soothsayer.

(Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Caesar and Por. Come hither, fellow!

the Senators tuke their seats. Which way hast thou been?

Dec. Where is Metellas Cimber? Let him go, Sooth. Ať mine own house, good lady!

And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. Por. What is't o'clock?

Bru. He is address'd: press near; and second him. Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady!

Cin, Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Cues. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,

That Caesar, and his senate, must redress?
To see him pass on to the Capitol,

Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
Por. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not? Caesar,
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
To be so good to Caesar, as to hear me,

And humble heart :

[Kneeling. I shall beseech him to befriend himself,

Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber! Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, towards him?

Might fire the blood of ordinary men; Sooth. None, that I know will be; much, that I And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, fear may chance.

Into the law of children. Be not fond
Good-morrow to you! Here the street is narrow : To think, that Caesar bears such rebel blood,
The throng, that follows Caesar at the heels,

That will be thaw'd from the true quality
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:

Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
I'll get me to a place more void, and there Thy brother by decree is banished;
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. (Exit. If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,

Por. I must go in. - Ah me! how weak a thing I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
The heart of woman is ! O Brutus!

Know, Caesar doth not wrong; nor without cause
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!

Will he be satisfied.
Sure, the boy heard me :-- Brutus hath a suit, Met. Is there no voice more worthy, than my own
That Caesar will not grant. -0, I grow

faint: To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear, Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Say, I am merry: come to me again,

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesat ; And bring me word what he doth say to thee. (Exeunt. Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Caes. What, Brutus !
А ст III.

Cus. Pardun, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
The same.

The Cupitol; the Senate As low, as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. A Crowd of People in the street leading to the Ca- Caes. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; pitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Sooth- If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: sayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar, BAUTUS, Cassius, But I am constant as the northern star, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, An- of whose true-fix’d, and resting quality, TONY, LEPIDUS, Popilius, Publius, and Others. There is no fellow in the firmament. Caes. The ides of March are come.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Sooth, Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

They are all fire, and every one doth shine; Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.

But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, So, in the world. 'Tis furnish'd well with men, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Art. 0, Caesar, read mine first ; for mine's a suit Yet, in the number, I do know but one That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar! That unassailable holds on his rank, Cues. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Unshak'd of motion : aud, that I am he, Art. Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly! Let me a little show it, even in this ; Caes. What, is the fellow mad?

That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd
Pub. Sirrah, give place!

And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ?

Cin. O Caesar,
Come to the Capitol!

Caes. Hence! Wilt thon lift up Olympus?
Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All Dec. Great Caesar,
the Senators rise.

Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kncel?
Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. Casca. Speak, hands, for me!
Cas. What enterprize, Popilius?

[Casca stabs Caesar in the neck. Caesar catckPop. Fare you well! [Advances to Caesar. es hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

several other Conspirators, and at last by Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. Marcus Brutus. I fear, our purpose is discovered.

Caes. Et tu, Brute? - Then fall, Caesar!
Bru. Look, how he makes to Caesar: mark him!

(Dies. The Senators and People retire in Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.

Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,

Ruu hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets !
For I will slay myself.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and
Bru, Cassius, be constant!

Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes ; Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted;
For, look, he smiles

, and Caesar doth not change. Fly not; stand still!-- ambition's debt is paid!
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Časca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus!

Dec. And Cassius too!
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Bru. Where's Publius?

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Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Ant. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cae- Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, sar's

Shrunk to this little measure?- Fare thee well !-
Should chance

I know not, gentlemen, what yon intend,
Bru. Talk not of standing;- Publius, good cheer; Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
There is no harm intended to your person,

If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius ! As Caesar's death's hour; nor no instrument

Cas. And leave us, Publius ! lest that the people, of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. With the most noble blood of all this world.

Bru. Do se! - and let no man abide this deed, I do beseech ye, if ye bear me hard,
But we the doers.

Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Re-enter TREBONI US.

Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
Cas. Where's Antony ?

I shall not find myself so apt to die:
Tre. Fled to his house amaz’d:

No place will please me so, no mean of death,
Men, wives and children, stare, cry out, and run, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
As it were doomsday.

The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures ! - Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon. As, by our hands, and this our present act,
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

And this the bleeding business they have done:
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd And pity to the general wrong of Rome
His time of fearing death. - Stoop, Romans, stoop! (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony!
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
Let's all cry: Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cas. Stoop then , and wash! - How many ages

Cas. Your voice shall be as strong, as any man's, hence,

In the disposing of new dignities.
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over

Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown? The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, and then we will deliver you the cause,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,

Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
No worthier, than the dust?

Have thus proceeded.
Cas. So oft as that shall be,

Ant. I doubt pot of your wisdom.
so often shall the knot of us be call'd

Let each man render 'me his bloody hand:
The men that gave our country liberty.

First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;-
Dec. What, shall we forth?

Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
Cas. Ay, every man away!

Now, Decius Brutus, yours;

- now yours, Metellas;
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heel's Yours, Cinna; — and, my valiant Casca, yours ; -
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre-
Enter a Servant,

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Gentlemen all, alas! what shall I say ?
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down.

That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say. Either a coward or a flatterer.
Brutas is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;

That I did love thee, Caesar, 0, 'tis true :
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
Say, I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. To see thy Antony making his peace,
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd

Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?'
How Caesar hath deserv'd to lie in death,

Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead,

Weeping as fast, as they stream forth thy blood,
So well as Brutus living; but will follow

it would become me better, than to close The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,

In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Pardon me, Julius! - Here wast thou 'bay'd, brave, With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

hart; Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, I never thought him worse.

Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place, o world! thou wast the forest to this hart;
ad Pasta He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour!

And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
Depart untouch'd.

How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant. Dost thou here lie!
Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend. Cas. Mark Antony,
Cas. I wisli, we may: but yet have s a mind,


Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius !
That fears himn much; and my misgiving still The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Re-enter Astory.

Cas. I blame yon not for praising Caesar so ;
Bru. But here comes Antony. - Welcome, Mark But what compact mean yon to have with us?

Will you be priek'd in number of our friends ?

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Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Began to water. Is thy master coming?
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all; Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,

hath chanc'd: Why, and wlierein, Caesar was dangerous.

Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
Brú. Or else were this a savage spectacle: No Rome of safety for Octavias yet;
Oar reasons are so full of good regard,

Ilie hence, and tell him so! Yet, stay a while!
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,

Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse You should be satisfied.

Into the market-place: there shall I try, Ant. That's all I seek :

In my oration, how the people take And am moreover suitor, that I may

The cruel issue of these bloody men; Produce his body to the market-place;

According to the which thou shalt discourse And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,

To young Octavius of the state of things.
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Lend me your hand! [Exeunt with Caesar's body.
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony!
Cus. Brutus, a word with you!

SCENE II. - The same.

The Forum
You know not what you do ; do not consent, [Aside. Enter Bautus and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.
That Antony speak in his funeral:

Cit. We will be satished ! let us be satisfied !
Know you how much the people may be mov'd Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
By that which he will utter?

friends! Bru. By your pardon!

Cassius, go you into the other street, I will myself into the pulpit first,

And part the numbers. And show the reason of our Caesar's death:

Those, that will hear me speak, let them stay here; What Antony shall speak, I will protest

Those, that will follow Cassius, go with him; He speaks by leave and by permission ;

And public reasons shall be rendered And that we are contented, Caesar shall

Of Caesar's death.
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.

1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,
Cas. I kuow not what may fall; I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.

When severally we hear them rendered.

[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

Brutus goes into the rostrum. But speak all good you can devise of Caesar;

3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence! And say, you do’t by our permission;

Bru. Be patient till the last !
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: and you shall speak

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my

cause; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, After my speech is ended.

that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; Ant. Be it so;

and awake your senses, that you may the better I do desire no more.

judge. If there be any in this assembiy, any dear Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us!

friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to (Exeunt all but Antony. Caesar was no less than his.''st then that friend Ant. O pardon me, thou piece of bleeding earth, demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

answer,—not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,

Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and That ever lived in the tide of times.

die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all Woe to the land, that shed this costly blood! free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,

was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, honour him: bat, as he was ambitious, I slew hirm To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue; There is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ;

honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambitiou. Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:

Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If

any, speak; for him have I otlended. Who is here Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; And dreadful objects so familiar,

for him' have I offended. Who is here so vile, tha:
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold will not love his country? If any, speak; for his
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; have I oifended. I pause for a reply.
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

Cit. None, Brutus, none! (Several speaking at oncs
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done 90 Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, more to Caesar, than you should do to Brutus. The Cry Havock, and let slip the dogs of war; question of his death is cnrulled in the Capitol

: bis That this foul deed shall smell above the earth glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor With carrion men, groaning for burial.

his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd death. Enter a Servant.

Enter Antony, and Others, with Caesar's body, You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who.
Serv. I do, Mark Antony!

though he had no hand in his death,
Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. the benefit of his dying,
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming :

wealth; as which of you shall not? With this And bid me say to you by word of mouth,

[Seeing the body. of Rome, I have the same dagger for m yself,

depart; that, as I slew my best lover for the good O Caesar!

Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep! it shall please my country to need
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!


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1 Cit. Bring him with trlumph home unto his house. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not take 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.

the crown ; 3 Cit. Let him be Caesar.

Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 4 Cit. Caesar's better parts

1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Shall now be crown'd in Brutas.

2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and weeping. clamours.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Bru. My countrymen,

Antony. 2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.

4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ani. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might 1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And none so poor to do him reverence.
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:

O masters! if I were dispos’d to stir
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Your hearts and minds to matiny and rage,
Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
By, our permission, is allow'd to make.

Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I do entreat you, not a man depart,

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar,
We'll hear him. — Noble Antony, go up!

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. Let but the commons hear this testament,
4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?

(Which, pardop me, I do not mean to read,)
3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake,

And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,
He finds himself beholden to us all.

And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
1 Cit. This Caesar was a tyrant,

And, dying, mention it within their wills,
3 Cit. Nay, that's certain :

Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

Unto their issue.
3 Cit. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony ! Ant. You gentle Romans,

Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will! Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him!

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your

read it; ears;

It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
The evil, that men do, lives after them;

And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
The good is oft interred with their bones;

It will inflame you, it will make you mad :
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus

'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious :

For if you should, o, what would come of it! If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

4 Cit. Read the will! we will hear it, Antony! And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.

You shall read us the will ; Caesar's will!
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? (For Brutus is an honourable man;

[ have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.
So are they all, all honourable men ;)

I fear, I wrong the honourable men,
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

Whose daggers have stabb’d Caesar: I do fear it.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

4 Cit. They were traitors: honourable men! But Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Cit. The will! the testament !
And Brutus is an honourable man.

2 Cit. They were villains, murderers! The will!
He hath brought many captives home to Rome, read the will!
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ?
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ?

Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; And let me show you him that made the will.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff :, Shall I descend? And will you give me leave ?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

Cit. Come down !
And Brutus is an honourable man.

2 Cit. Descend! (He comes down from the pulpit. You all did see, that on the Lupercal,

s Cit. You shall have leave. I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

4 Cit. A ring! stand round ! Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body! Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;

2 Cit. Room for Antony; - most noble Antony ! And, sure, he is an honourable man..

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far oil!
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

Cit. Stand back! room! bear back!
But here I am to speak what I do know.

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all did love him once, not without cause;

You all do know this mantle: I remember
What cause withholds you then to moarn" for him? The first time ever Caesar put it on;
O judgment, thou art fied to hrutish beasts, 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;
And men have lost their reason !-- Bear with me; That way he overcame the Nervii: -
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
And I must pause, till it come back to me. See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
1 Cit. Methioks, there is much reason in his sayings. Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d;
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, And, as he plack'd his cursed steel away,
Caesar has had great wrong.

Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it;
3 Cit. Has he, masters ?

As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid
I fear, there will a worse come in his place. If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;


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For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's ancel :


On this side Tyber; he hath left them. ,
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him! And to your heirs for ever; common pleasure,
This was the most unkindest cut of all:


To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

Here was a Caesar. When comes such as her?


1 Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, aur!
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; We'll burn his body in the holy place,

And, in his mantle mufiling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,

And with the brands fire the traitors' home.

But Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.

Take up the body!


2 Cit. Go, fetch fire! 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!


3 Cit. Pluck down benches! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

L Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing

! 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel

(Exeunt Citizens, with the less

Th The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.

Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art alicia

Take thou what course thon wilt! – Howner, lx
Kind souls, what, weer you, when you but bchola
Our Caesar's vestore wounded? Look you here,

Enter a Servant.

T Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome


Ant. Where is he?
I rit. O piteous spectacle!
2 Cit. O noble Caesar!

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house


Ant. And thither will I straight to visit hina; 3 Cit. O woeful day!

In 4 Cit. O traitors, villains!

lle comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will give us any thing.
1 Cit. O most bloody sight!
2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge! about, — Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome,

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius

T seek, - burn, - fire, — kill, - slay! - let not a trai- Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, tor live! Ant. Stay, countrymen!

How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavius.
1 Cit. Peace there!

SCENE II. - The same. A street.
Hear the noble Antony!

"Enter Cixxa, the poet.
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cutak,
with him!
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir I have no will to wander forth of doors,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

Yet something leads me forth.

Enter Citizens.
They, that have done this deed, are honourable; 1 Cit. What is your name?
What private griefs they have, alas, I know uot, 2 Cit. Whither are you going?
That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell?
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ;

4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a

2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
I am no orator, as Brutus is :

1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.
But, as you know me all, a plain blant man, 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.
That love my friend ; and that they know full well 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
for I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

Cin, What is my name? Whither am I going
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,

Where do I dwell? Am I a married mat, or a los
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on ;

chelor? Then to answer every man directie; ad I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;

briefly, wisely; and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb . L'a.

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fonis mouths,

Proceed; directly!
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, Cin. Directly, I am going to Caesar's fugeral
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Cin. As a friend.
In every wound of Caesar, that should move 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

4 Cit. For your dwelling, – briefly!
Cit. We'll inutiny!

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus !

3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly !
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators! Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen! yet hear me speak! 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator!
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony ! Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Ciana the poet
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear hin er

his bad verses !
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves ? Cit. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Alas, you know not:- I must tell you then:

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Ciona; plack
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true;
the will ; — let's stay and hear 3 Cir. Tear him! Lear him! Come, brands, hol dren

but his name out of his heart, and turn him going the will!

brands! To Brutos', to Cassius'; burn all! Some to
Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal,
To every Roman citizen he gives,

rius': away, go!
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2 Cit. Most noble Caesar!-we'll revenge his death!
8 Cit. O royal Caesar!

Ant. Hear me with patience!

Cit. Peace,

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table.

Ant. These many then shall dic; their pames are His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, prick'd.




The same. A room in Astone's house.

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