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And sure he is an honourable man.
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed thein I speak pot to disprove what Brutas spoke,
now. But here I am to speak what I do know. You all do know this mantle : I remember You all did love him once, not without cause ; The first time ever Cesar put it on : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, That day he overcame the Nervii : And men have lost their reason !-- Bear with me; Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through : My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar, See, what a rent the envious Casca made : And I must pause till it come back to me. Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabu'd, Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in bis And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, sayings.
Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it; Cit. If thou consider rightly the matter, As rusbing out of doors, to be resolv'd Cesar has had great wrong.
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no; 3 Cit. Has he, masters?
(For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel) I fear there will a worse come in his place. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd hiin! 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not This was the most unkindest cut of all : take the crown ;
For, when the noble Cesar saw him stab, Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Quite vanquish'd him : then burst bis nighty 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire
heart; with weeping.
And, in his mantle muffling np his face, 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, Even at the base of Pompey's statua. than Antony.
Which all the wbile ran blood, + great Cesar fell. 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Oh! what a fall was there, my countrymneu ! Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, whilst bloody treasou tlourish'd over us. And none so poor to do bim reverence. Oh! now you weep : and I perceive you feel O masters ! if I were dispos'd to stir
The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Your bearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Kind souls, what, weep you, wben you but beh d I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Our Cesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Who, you all know, are honourable men : Here is himself, marr'd as you see, witli taiI will not do them wrong; I rather choose
tors. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, i Cit. O piteous spectacle ! Than I will wrong such honourable men.
2 Cit. O noble Cesar! But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar ; 3 Cit. 0 woeful day ! I found it in his closset ; 'tis his will :
4 Cit. O traitors, villains ! Let but the commons bear this testament,
1 Cit. O most bloody sight! (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) 2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge ; about, And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds. ---seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !-let not a traiAnd dip their napkins in his sacred blood, tor live, Yea, beg a hair of bim for memory,
Ant. Stay, countrymen. And, dying, mention it within their wills,
1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll Unto their issue.
die with him. 4 Cit. We'll hear the will : Read it, Mark An- Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not tony.
stir you up Cit. The will ! the will I we will hear Cesar's To such a sudden flood of mutiny. will.
They that have done this deed are honourable ; Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not what private griefs they have, alas, I know not, read it ;
That made them do it: they are wise and hoIt is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you.
nourable, You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And will no doubt, with reasons answer you, And, being men, bearing the will of Cesar, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; It will infiame yoa, it will make you mad : I am no orator, as Brutus is : 'Tis good you know not that you are bis heirs ; But, as you know me all, a plain blant man, For, if you should, oh! what would come of it? That love my friend : and that they know full 4 Cit. Read the will : we will hear it, Antony;
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
To stir men's blood : I only speak right on; Whose daggers have stabb'd Cesar: I do fear it. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ;
4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men ! Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor Cit. The will ! the testament !
dumb mouths, 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, will I read the will !
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Ant. You wili compel me then to read the Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue will 1
In every wound of Cesar, that shonld move
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Cit. Come down.
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. 2 Cit. Descend.
Ant. Yet bear me, countrymen ; yet hear me (He comes doun from the Pulpit.
speak. 3 Cit. You shall have leave.
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble An4 Cit. A ring ; stand round.
tony. 1 Cit. Stand from the herse, stand from the Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not body.
what : 2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-ınost noble Antony. Wherein bath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves Ant. Nay, press not so upon me ; stand far Alas, you know not :-1 must tell you then : off.
You have forgot the will I told you of. Cit. Stand back / room! bear back!
• Statua for statue, is common among the old writeri. • All are too proud to shew him any respect. Cesar's blood fell upon the statue, and inckled from it. Said inore than I intended.
Cil. Most true ;-the will ;-let's stay, and|pluck but his vame out of his heart, and turn him hear the will.
going. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, To every Roman citizen he gives,
hol fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burta To every sereral man, seventy-five drachmas.. all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Cas2 cit. Most noble Cesar !-we'll revenge his ca's ; some to Ligarius': away ; go. (Exeunt.
death, 3 Cit. O royal Cesar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho!
ACT IV. Ant. Moreover
, he hath left you all bis walks, SCENE 1.-The same.--A room in ANTONY'S
Ant. These many then shall die ; their names
arc prick'd. And with the brands fire the traitor's bouses.
Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Take up the body
Lepidus ? 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
Lep. I do consent. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches.
Oct. Prick him down, Antony. 4 Cut. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. I who is your sister's son, Mark Autony.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, (Ereunt CITIZENS, with the Body. Ant. Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afoot,
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I
damu t him.
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge int legacies.
Lep. What, shall I find you here:
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to sbare it?
Ant. Octavius, 1 bave seen more days than you;
(Exeunt. To ease ourselves of divers slauderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold; SCENE III.-The same.
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
Then take we down his load, and turs bim off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, I have so will to wander forth of doors,
And graze in coinmons. Yet something leads me forth.
Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, 1 Cit. What is your name?
I do appoint him store of provender. 2 Cit. Whither are you going ?
It is a creature that I teach to fight, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell ?
To wind, to stop, to run directly ou; cit. Are you a married inan, or a bachelor ? His corporal motion goveru'd by my spirit. 1 (ütAuswer every man directly.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly,
He inust be laughi, and train'd, and bid go forth; 4 Cil. Ay, and wisely.
A barren-spirited fellow ; one that feeds 3 cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.
0u objects, arts, and imitations ; Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Which, out of use, and stald by other men, Where do I dwell Am I a married man, or a Begin bis fashion? Do not talk of him, bachelor ? Then to answer every mau directly, But as a property. 1 And now, Octavius, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, 1 Listes great things.--Brutus and Cassius, at a bachelor.
Are levying powers : we must straight mahe head : 2. cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools Therefore, let one alliance ve combin'd, ftat inatty :---You'll bear me a bang for that, i Ous best friends made, and our best means lear. Proceed ; directly,
stretch'd out ; Cin. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. And let us presently go sit in council, I Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
How covert matters may be best disclos'd, Cir. As a friend.
And open perils surest answered. ? (1. That matter is answered directly.
Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, 4 Cut. For your dwelling,chriefly.
And bay'd g about with many enemies ; Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
And some, that smile, have in their bearta, I fear 3 Cit. Yout name, Sit, truly.
Millions of miscbief.
[Ereunt, Cin, Truly, my name is Cinna. 20. T'eat kim to pieces, he's a conspirator. SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the
Camp near Sardis. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poct.
Drum.Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, Lucius, 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him and Soldiers : TITINIUS and PINDARUS 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ;
Bru. Stand here. A drachma in 7d. sterlingo-2. St. 4d. :
+ Condema. As a thing at our disposal. 1 flis coming is the very thing I wished for. • Note. My mind is oppressed with ill-omcase,
for his bad verses.
Luc, Give the word, ho! and stand.
Are much condemu'd to have an itching pala Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Cassius near ? To sell and mart your offices for gold,
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To undeservers. To do you salutation from his master.
Cas. I an itching palin? (PINDARUS gives a letter to BAUTUS. You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Piu- or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. In his own change, or by ill officers, (darus, Biu. The name of Cassius honours this corHath given me some worthy cause to wish
ruption, Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, And chastisement doth therefore hide bis head. I shall be satistied.
Cas. Chastisement ! Pin. I do not doubt
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re. But that my noble master will appear
member! Such as he is, full of regard, and honour. Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake 1
Bru. He is not doubted.--A word, Lucilius : What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, How he received you, let me be resolv'd. • And not for justice ? What, shall one of us,
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough ; That struck the foremost man of all this world, But not with such familiar instances,
But for supporting robbers-shall we now Nor with such free and friendly conference Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, As he hath used of old.
And sell the nighty space of our large honours, Bru. Thou bast describ'd
For so much trash as inay be grasped thus 1A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Lucilius, I'd rather be a dog, and bay* the moon, When love begins to sicken and decay,
Tban such a Roman.
Cus. Brutus, bay not me,
Cas. I am.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; The greater part, the horse in general,
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no fur. Are come with Cassius.
ther. Bru. Hark, be is arriv'd :
Bru. Away, slight man ! March gently on to meet him.
l'as. Is't possible?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler 1 Cas. Stand, ho !
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Cas. O gods! ye gods! Must I endure all Within. Stand.
this? Within. Stand.
Bru. All this! ay, more: Fret till your proud Within. Stand.
heart break; Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, wrong.
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouchi enemies?
Under your testy humour ? By the gods, And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ? You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours wides Though it do split you: for from this day forth, And when you do thein
(wrongs ; !!! use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter Bru. Cassins, he content,
When you are waspist. Speak your griefs * softly,-1 do know you well: l'as. Is it come to this? Before the eyes of both our armies there,
Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Which sbould perceive nothing but love froin us, Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; And it shall please me well : For mine own part Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, I shail be glad to learn of nobler men. And I will give you audience.
Cus. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Cas. Piudarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off I said an elder soldier not a better : A little from this ground.
Did I say, better? Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man Bru. If you did, I care not. Come to our tent till we have done our confer Cas. When Cesar liv'd be durst not thus have ence.
mov'd me. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
Bru. Peace, peace ; you durst not so have (Errunt. tempted him.
Cas. I durst not? SCENE 11.-Within the tent of BRUTUS.-
Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Cas. Do not presume too much npon my love,
I may do that I shall be sorry for. Cas. That you bave wrong'd me, doth appear
Bru. You bave done that you should be sorry in this:
for. You have condemn'd and noted Lucios Pella, There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats : For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Because I knew the man, were sligbred off.
Which I respect not. I did send to you Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a For certain sums of gold, which yon denied me ;case.
For I can raise no money by vile means ; Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet By heaven 1 bad ratber coin my heart, That every nice o offence should bear his com And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring ment.
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trasli Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay iny Jegions, • Inform's.
Compleints. * Exposed.
• Bark at,
+ To confer the offices at my disposal.
Which fon denied me :--Was that done like Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows
Companion, I hence.
Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bry. You did.
Bru. Lucillus and Titinius, bid the comCas. I did not :-he was but a fool,
mnanders That brought my answer back.---Brutus hath Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
riv'do my beart: A friend should bear bis friend's infirmities,
Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Mes.
sala with you But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Immediately to us. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
[Exeunt Lucilius and TITINIUS. Cas. You love me not.
•Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Bra. I do not like your faults.
Cas. I did not think, you could bave been so Cas. A friendly eye could never see such
Bru. 0 Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Bru. A flatterer's would not though they do Cas. of your philosophy you make no use, appear
If you give place to accidental evils. As buge as bigh Olympus.
Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia Cus. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
is dead. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius !
Cas. Ha! Portia
Bru. She is dead.
Bru. Eveu so.
Cas. 0 ye immortal gods !
Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
of wine :
(Drinks. And straight is cold again.
Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble Cas. Hath Cassins liv'd
pledge :To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup ; When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. bin?
[Drinks. Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. too. Cas. Do you consess so much! Give me your
Bru. Come in, Titinius - Welcome, good band.
Messala. Brw. And my heart too.
Now sit we close about this taper here, Cas. O Brutas
And call in question our necessities. Bru. What's the matter
Cas. Portia, art thou gone ? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with Bru. No more, I pray you.
[me, Messala, I have here received letters, When that rash bumour which my mother gave That young Octavius, and Mark Antony Makes me forgetful ?
Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi. When you are over-earest with your Brutus, Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
teutour. (Noise within. Bru. With what addition 1 Peet. Within.] Let me go in to see the ge Mess. That by proscription, and bills of outnerals; Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
(lawry, There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Have put to death a hundred senators. They be alone.
Brui. Therein our letters do not well agree ; Ime. (Within.) You shall not come to them. Mibe speak of seventy senators, that died Poet. [Within.) Nothing but death shall By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cas. Cicero one?
Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription,-
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord t Poet. For shame, you generals: What do you Bru. No, Messala. mean 1
Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of
ber Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ; For i bave seen more years, l'ın sue, thau ye. Bru. Nothing, Messala. Cas. Ha, ba; bow vilely doth this cynic Mess. That, methinks, is strange. rhyme!
Bru. Why ask you ? Hear you aught of her
in yours? Bru. Get you hence, Sirrah : saucy fellow, hence.
Mess. No, my lord. Cas. Bear with him, Brutas ; "tis his fashion.
• Jik, signified a metrical composition.
* A term of reproach. • Rente
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lic in my tent, and
Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch With meditating that she must die once,
your pleasure. I have the patience to endure it now.
Bru. I will not have iti so; lie down, good Mes. Even so great men great losses should
It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you, Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so: But yet my nature could not bear it so.
I put it in the pocket of my gown. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you
(SERVANTS lie down. think
Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give Of marching to Philippi presently?
it me. Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much Bru. Your reason ?
forgetful. Cas. This it is:
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, ”Tis better that the enemy seek us :
And touch thy instrument a strain or two! So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. Doing himself offence ; whilst we, lying still, Bru. It does, my boy : Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. I trouble thee too muchi, but thou art willing Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place Luc. It is my duty, Sir. to better.
Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy The people, 'iwixt Philippi and this ground,
might; Do stand but in a forc'd affection ;
I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. For they have grudg'd us contribution ;
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. The enemy, marching along by them,
Bru. It is well doue; and thou shalt sleep By them shall make a fuller number up,
(Music, and a Song. These people at our back.
This is a sleepy tune :-o murd'rous slumber 1 Cas. Hear me, good brother.
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace • upon my boy, Bru. Under your pardon-You must note be- That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good side,
nigbt ; That we have tried the ntmost of our friends, I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; The enemy increaseth every day,
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good We, at the height, are ready to decline.
night. "There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turu'd Which, taken at the food, leads on to fortune;
down, Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
(He sits doun. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves,
Enter the Ghost of CESAR. Or lose our ventures.
How ill this taper burns !-Ha! who coines Cas. Then, with your will, go on ;
here? We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi- I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes lippi.
That shapes this monstrous apparition, Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. It comes upon me :--Art thou aðy thing? And nature must obey necessity;
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Which we will niggard with a little rest. That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ? There is no more to say ?
Speak to me, wbat thou art. Cas. No more. Good night;
Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus, Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence,
Bru. Why com’st thou ? Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Erit Lucius.) Fare. Ghost. To tell thee, thou sbalt see me at well, good Messaia ;
Philippi. Good night, Titinius :--Noble, noble Cassius,
Bru. Well; Good night, and good repose.
Then I shall see thee again? Cus. O my dear brother!
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. This was an ill beginning of the night :
(GHOST vanishes. Never come such division 'tween our souls ! Bru. Why, I will see thee at Pbilippi Let it not, Brutus.
then.Bru. Every thing is well.
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest : Cas. Good night, my lord.
III spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Bru. Good night, good brother.
Boy | Lucius !- Varro! Claudins! Sirs, awake Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutus.
Claudius ! Bru, Farewell, every one.
Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.
Luuc. My lord !
Bru. Didst tbou dream, Lucius, that thou 50
cry'dst out? Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru. Yes, that thou didst : Didst thou see any Poor kyave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd.
Luc. Nothing, my lord.
Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.--Sirrah, Claudius !
Fellow thou l awake.
Var. My lord.
Clau. My lord.
Bru. why did you so cry out, Sirs, in your Var. Calls my lord I
sleep? • At some time or othes. #lu theory,