Re-enter TREBONIUS. Fled to his house amazed: Cas. Where's Antony? Tre. Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday. Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know ; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, 'Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!' Cas. Stoop then, and wash.-How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, No worthier than the dust! Cas. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd Ay, every man away: Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels Enter SERVANT. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Ser. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honor'd him, and loved him. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Derart untouch'd. Ser. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant. Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend. Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Re-enter ANTONY. Bru. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark Antony. Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoiis, Shrunk to this little measure ?-Fare thee well. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: 1 If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, No place will please me so, no mean of death, Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. 1'i. e. grown too high for the public safety.' -Johnson. SHAK. XI. Y And this the bleeding business they have done. Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark An tony: Our arms, in strength of malice,1 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 appeased Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take hand;your Now, Decius Brutus, yours;-now yours, Metel Though last, not least in love, yours, good Tre bonius. Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, 1 Strong in the deed of seeming malice just performed. That one of two bad ways you must conceit me ;- That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true : Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Pardon me, Julius!-Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Dost thou here lie! Cas. Mark Antony, Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: say this; The enemies of Cæsar shall Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; 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? Used by old writers for death. |