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Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience, | The noise of battle hurtled in the air, And not my husband's secrets?

Bru. O ye gods,

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tongue.

Bru. Oh what a time have you chose out, brave Cains,

To wear a 'kerchief? 'Would you were not sick! Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Bra. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarins, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, I bere discard my sickness. Soul of Rome! Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins! Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur❜d up My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible; Ya, get the better of them. What's to do? Bra. A piece of work that will make men whole.

Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets,

O Cesar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

Ces. What can be avoided,

Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods ? Yet Cesar shall go forth: for these predictions Are to the world in general, as to Cesar.

Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets

seen:

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Ces. Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should
fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come.

Re-enter a SERVANT.

What say the augurers?

Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day.

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.

Ces. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
Cesar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Cesar shall not: Danger knows full well,
That Cesar is more dangerous than he.
We were two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible;

sick

Lig. But are not some whole that we

must

And Cesar shall go forth.

make sick?

Cal. Alas, my lord,

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Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear

I shall anfold to thee, as we are going,
To whom it must be done.

Lag. Set on your foot;

And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, That Brutus leads me on.

Bru. Fodow me then.

[Exeunt.

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Cal. What mean you, Cesar? Think you to walk forth?

You shall not stir out of your house to-day. CLs. Cesar shall forth: The things that threaten'd me,

Seter look'd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Cesar, they are vanished.

Cal. Cesar, I never stood on ceremonies,+ Ye now they fright me. There is one within, Redes the things that we have heard and seen, Rewats most horrid sights seen by the watch. ▲ess hath whelped in the streets; And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead:

Fierce Bery warriors fight upon the clouds, is ranks and squadrons, and right form of war, * drizzled blood upon the Capitol :

All that is charactered on.

† On prodigies or omens.

That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say you are not well to-day;

Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Enter DECIUS.

Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy
Cesar:

I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Ces. And you are come in very happy time, To bear my greeting to the senators, And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser; I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius. Cal. Say, he is sick.

Ces. Shall Cesar send a lie?

Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decins, go tell them, Cesar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Cesar, let me know some

cause,

Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.
Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come ;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But, for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statue,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press

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If Cesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cesar is afraid?

Pardon me, Cesar; for my dear, dear love
To your proceeding bids me tell you this ;
And reason to my love is liable. +

SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the same Street before the House of BRUTUS.

Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS.

Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone :
Why dost thou stay?

Luc. To know my errand, madam.

Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,

Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.— constancy, be strong upon my side!

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and
tongue!

I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel I—
Art thou here yet!

Luc. Madam, what should I do?

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now, And so return to you, and nothing else?

Calphurnia!

I am ashamed I did yield to them.-
Give me my robe, for I will go :-

Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS,LIGARIUS, METELLUS,
CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA.

And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub. Good morrow, Cesar.

Ces. Welcome, Publius.

What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Cesar was ne'er so much your enemy,

As that same ague which hath made you lean.-
What is't o'clock ?

Bru. Cesar, 'tis strucken eight.

Ces. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.

Enter ANTONY.

See! Antony, that revels loug o'nights,

Is notwithstanding up :

Good morrow, Antony.

Ant. So to most noble Cesar.

Ces. Bid them prepare within :—

I am to blame to be thus waited for.

Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :-What, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cesar, I will :-and so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been
farther.
[Aside.
Ces. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
with me;

And we, like friends, will straightway go to
gether.

Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same.-A street near the
Capitol.

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord
look well,

For he went sickly forth: And take good note,
What Cesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.
Por. Pr'ythee, listen well;

I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Enter SOOTHSAYER.

Per. Come hither, fellow :
Which way hast thou been?

Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o'clock ?

Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Cesar yet goue to the Capitol!

Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,

To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cesar, hast thou

not?

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please

Cesar

To be so good to Cesar, as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended

towards him?

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I
fear may chance.
Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Cesar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cesar as he comes along. [Erit.
Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing
'The heart of woman is! O Brutus!
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise !
Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus bath a suit,
That Cesar will not grant.-Oh! I grow faint:-
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee
[Exeunt.

Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. Art. Cesar, beware of Brutus; take head of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye on Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cesar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to conspi- SCENE I-The same.-The Capitol; the racy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy Lover, §

ARTEMIDORUS.

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ACT III.

Senate sitting.

A Crowd of People in the Street leading to
the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS,
and the SOOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter
CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS,
METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY,
LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.
Ces. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cesar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cesar! Read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

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Ces. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These coachings, and these lowly courtesies,
Might fire the blood of ordinary men ;

And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,

In the law of children. Be not fond
To think that Cesar bears such rebel blood,
That we be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet
wor is,

Low-cook'd curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy bracker by decree is banished;

If the dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
I. Cesar doth not wrong; nor, without cause,
be be satisfied.

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C. Pardon, Cesar; Cesar, pardon: 41 low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, I beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Cka. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; I ceaid pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Gr bose true fix'd and resting quality" There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Tary are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So, in the world; 'Tis furnish'd well with men,

• Ready.

sive ;*

Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rauk,
Uushak'd of motion: and, that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;

That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Cesar-

Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift Olympus ?
Dec. Great Cesar,-

Ces. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel
Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

CESAR

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the neck. catches hold of his arm. He is then stubbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS. Ces. Et tu, Brute?-Then, fall, Cesar.

[Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion.

Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Cas. Some to the cominon pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement! Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Fly not; stand still:-ambition's debt is paid. Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

Dec. And Cassius too. Bru. Where's Publius?

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Tre. Fied to his house amaz'd: 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 Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd
His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Cesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, e'en 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 o'er,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown!
Bru. How many times shall Cesar 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
The men that gave our country liberty.

Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas. Ay, every man away:

Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

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That one of two bad ways you must conceit® me, Either a coward or a flatterer.

Serv. Thus, Bratus, did my master bid kneel;

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; ⚫Cesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him; 'Say, I fear'd Cesar, honour'd him, and lov'd 'If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony [him. • May safely come to him, and be resolv'd How Cesar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Cesar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow "The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, With all true faith.' So says my master Antony.

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; I never thought him worse.

Tel: him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, Depart untouch'd.

Serv. I'll fetch him presently.

[Exit SERV. 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.

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Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die :
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
And this the bleeding business they have done :
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)
Hath done this deed on Cesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark
Antony:

Our arms, in strength of malice, 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 appeas'd
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why 1, that did love Cesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.

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 1 take your hand;Now, Decius Brutus, yours;-now yours, Metellus :

That I did love thee, Cesar, ob! 'tis true :

If then thy spirit look upon us now,

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse ?
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius -Here wast thou bay'd, brave

hart;

Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
O world! thou wast the forest to this heart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie?

Cas. Mark Antony,

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Cesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cesar 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?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was

indeed,

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

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle :
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Cesar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all I seek:

And am moreover suitor, 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.
Cas. Brutus, a word with you.

You know not what you do; Do not consent,
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be mov’d
By that which he will utter!
Aside.

Bru. By your pardon ;

I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Cesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission:
And that we are contented Cesar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.

Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cesar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cesar;
And say, you do't by our permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: And you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Ant. Be it so;

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That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood :
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,

Yours, Cinna;-and, my valiant Casca, yours ;-(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips
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,

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To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men :
Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Sball cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

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And dreadful objects so familiar,

That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And Cesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his side, come hot from hell,
Stall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Haroc, and let slip the dogs of war; +
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Enter a SERVANT.

You serve Octavius Cesar, do you not?
Sert. I do, Mark Antony.

Ant. Cesar did write for him to come to Rome
Sert. He did receive his letters, and is com

ing:

And bid he say to you by word of mouth.
O Cesar!--
[Seeing the Body
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?

Sert. He lies to-night within seven leagues of

Rome.

Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what
bath chane'd :

Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;

He bence, 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, bow the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lead me your band.

offended. Who is here so vile that would not
love his country? If any, speak; for him have
I offended. I pause for a reply.
Cit. None, Brutus, none.

[Several speaking at once. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cesar, 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.

Enter ANTONY and others with CESAR'S Body, who, though he had no hand in his death, shall Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for myself, when it shall please my country to need iny death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Cesar.

4 Cit. Cesar's better parts

Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours.

Bru. My countrymen,

2 Cit. Peace! silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cesar's corse, and grace his speech
Tending to Cesar's glories; which Mark Antony,

[Exeunt with CESAR's Body. By our permission, is allow'd to make.

SCENE II.-The same.-The Forum. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of CITIZENS.

Cit. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
friends.-

Cassins, go you into the other street,
Acd part the numbers.-

[here;

Those that will hear me speak, let then stay
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered

Of Cesar's death.

1. I will hear Brutus speak.

↑ Cd. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,

Then severally we hear them rendered.

I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

[Erit.

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him :-Noble Antony, go up. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? 3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant.

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. You gentle Romans,-

Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me

your ears;

Ez CASSIUS, with some of the CITIZENS. BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. 1. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence! The evil that men do lives after them; I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him. Bra. Be patient till the last. The good is oft interred with their bones. Bass, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus car, and be silent, that you may hear: be-Hath told you Cesar was ambitious: lave me for mine honour, and have respect to If it were so, it was a grievous fault, ma bonour, that you may believe: censure me And grievously bath Cesar answer'd it. Is your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, may the better judge. If there be any in this (For Brutus is an honourable man; amby, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him I So are they all, all honourable men ;) , That Brutas' love to Cesar was no less than Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral. If then that friend demand, why Brutus He was my friend, faithful and just to me: Fe agaust Cesar, this is my answer :-Not that But Brutus says he was ambitious; I woed Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. And Brutus is an honourable man. kad rather Cesar were living, and die all He hath brought many captives home to Rome, shes, than that Cesar were dead, to live all free-Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; As Did this in Cesar seem ambitious? be was fortumate, I rejoice at it; as he was va- When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept : kant, I buzour him; but, as he was ambitious, Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: bun: There are tears for his love; joy Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; sertane; honour for his valour; and death And Brutus is an honourable man. for Les ambition. Who is here so base, that You all did see that, on the Lupercal, d be a bondman? If any, speak; for him I thrice presented him a kingly crown, have i offended. Who is here so rude, that would Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition But be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have 1 Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

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