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SCENE. --The Forum.

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng do to Brutus. The question of his death is

done no more to Cæsar than you shall of Citizens.

enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not exCit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satis- tenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his fied.

offences enforced, for which he suffered Bru. Then follow me, and give me audi- death.

ence, friends. Cassius, go you into the other street,

Enter ANTONY and others, with CÆSAR'S And part the numbers.

body. Those that will hear me speak, let 'em Here comes his body, mourned by Mark stay here;

Antony; who, though he had no hand in Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; his death, shall receive the benefit of his And public reasons shall be rendered dying, a place in the commonwealth, -as Of Cæsar's death.

which of you shall not? With this I de1st Cit.

I will hear Brutus speak. part :-—that, as I slew my best lover for the 2nd Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare good of Rome, I have the same dagger for their reasons,

myself, when it shall please my country to When severally we hear them rendered. need my death.

[Exit CASSIUS, with some of the AU. Live, Brutus ! live, live!

Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the 1st Cit. Bring him with triumph home pulpit.

unto his house. 3rd Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : 2nd Cit. Give him a statue with his ansilence !

cestors. Bru. Be patient till the last.

3rd Cit. Let him be Cæsar. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me 4th Cit.

Cæsar's better parts for my cause, and be silent, that you may Shall be crowned in Brutus. hear: believe me for mine honour, and 1st Cit. We'll bring him to his house have respect to mine honour, that you may With shouts and clamours. believe : censure me in your wisdom, and Bru.

My countrymen,– awake your senses, that you may the better 2nd Cit. Peace, silence ! Brutus speaks. judge. If there be any in this assembly, 1st Cit.

Peace, ho! any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than alone, his. If then that friend demand why | And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his answer:-Not that I loved Cæsar less, but

speech that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than Antony, that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? | By our permission, is allowed to make. As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he I do entreat you, not a man depart, was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. (Exit. valiant, I honour him: but, as he was am- 1st Cit. Stay, hol and let us hear Mark bitious, I slew him. There are tears for Antony. his love; joy for his fortune; honour for 3rd Cit. Let him go up into the public his valour; and death for his ambition. chair; Who is here so base, that would be a bond- We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up. man? If any, speak; for him have I of- Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding fended. Who is here so rude, that would

(Goes into the pulpit. not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him 4th Cit. What does he say of Brutus? have I offended. Who is here so vile, that 3rd Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake, will not love his country? If any, speak; He finds himself beholding to us all. for him have I offended. I pause for a 4th Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of reply.

Brutus here. All. None, Brutus, none.

1st Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.

to you.

3rd Cit.

Nay, that's certain : Have stood against the world : now lies he We are bless'd that Rome is rid of him.

there, 2nd Cit. Peace ! let us hear what Antony And none so poor to do him reverence. can say

O masters! if I were disposed to stir Ant. You gentle Romans,-

Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Cit.

Peace, ho! let us hear him. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen! lend wrong, me your ears;

Who, you all know, are honourable men: I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose The evil that men do lives after them; To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and The good is oft interred with their bones; you, So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Than I will wrong such honourable men. Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious : But here's a parchment, with the seal of If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

Cæsar; And grievously hath Cæsar answered it. I found it in his closet --'tis his will: Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, Let but the commons hear this testament, (For Brutus is an honourable man; (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read.) So are they all, all honourable men;) And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

wounds, He was my friend, faithful and just to me: And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; But Brutus says he was ambitious;

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And Brutus is an honourable man.

And, dying, mention it within their wills, He hath brought many captives home to Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Rome,

Unto their issue. Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: 4th Cit. We'll hear the will: read it, Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?

Mark Antony. When that the poor have cried, Cæsar All. The will, the will! we will hear hath wept:

Cæsar's will. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

must not read it; And Brutus is an honourable man.

It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved You all did see, that on the Lupercal

you. I thrice presented him a kingly crown, You are not wood, you are not stones, but Which he did thrice refuse: was this men; ambition?

And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

It will inflame you, it will make you mad : And, sure, he is an honourable man. 'Tis good you know not that you are his I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, heirs; But here I am to speak what I do know. For if you should, 0, what would come You all did love him once; not without of it! cause:

4th Cit. Read the will; we'll hear it, What cause withholds you then to mourn Antony : for him?

You shall read us the will, Cæsar's will. O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay And men have lost their reason.-Bear a while ?

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it: My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar, I fear I wrong the honourable men And I must pause till it come back to me. Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar; I do 1st Cit. Methinks there is much reason fear it. in his sayings.

4th Cit. They were traitors : honourable 2nd Cit. If thou consider rightly of the men! matter,

All. The will ! the testament ! Cæsar has had great wrong.

2nd Cit. They were villains, murderers : 4th Cit. Now mark him, he begins again the will ! read the will ! to speak.

Ant. You will compel me, then, to read Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar the will ? might

Then make a ring ahout the corpse of Cæsar,

with me;

And let me show you him that made the 1st Cit. O piteous spectacle ! will.

2nd Cit. O noble Caesar! Shall I descend? and will you give me 3rd Cit. O woful day! leave?

4th Cit. O traitors, villains ! Several Cit. Come down.

1st Cit. O most bloody sight! 2nd Cit. Descend.

2nd Cit. We will be revenged. 3rd Cit. You shall have leave.

All. Revenge! About ! Seek! Burn! (Antony comes down. Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor 4th Cit. A ring; stand round.

live! 1st Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from Ant. Stay, countrymen. the body.

1st Cit. Peace there ! Hear the noble 2nd Cit. Room for Antony, most noble Antony. Antony.

2nd Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand him, we'll die with him. far off.

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me Sederal Cit. Stand back; room; bear back. not stir you up Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed | To such a sudden flood of mutiny. them now.

They that have done this deed are hon. You all do know this mantle : I remember ourable : The first time ever Cæsar put it on; What private griefs they have, alas, I know 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; not, That day he overcame the Nervii :

That made them do it: they are wise and Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger honourable, through:

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer See what a rent the envious Casca made:

you. Through this the well-beloved Brutus I come not, friends, to steal away your stabbed;

hearts: And as he plucked his cursed steel away, I am no orator, as Brutus is; Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved That love my friend; and that they know If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;

full well For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's That gave me public leave to speak of him. angel :

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar worth, loved him !

Action, nor utterance, nor the power of This was the most unkindest cut of all :

speech, For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on; Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' I tell you that which you yourselves do arms,

know; Quite vanquished him: then burst his Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, mighty heart;

poor dumb mouths, And, in his mantle muffling up his face, And bid them speak for me: but were I Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Brutus, Which all the while ran blood, great And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Caesar fell.

Would ruffle up your spirits and put a U, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! tongue Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, In every wound of Cæsar that should Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

move 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. feel

All. We'll mutiny. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. 1st Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but 3rd Cit. Away, then! come, seek the conbehold

spirators. Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear here,

me speak Here is himself, inurred, as you see,

with All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most traitors.

noble Antony!

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you Here was a Cæsar! When comes such an. know not what:

other? Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your 1st Cit. Never, never! Come, away, away! loves?

We'll burn his body in the holy place, Alas, you know not: I must tell you, then: And with the brands fire the traitors' You have forgot the will I told you of.

houses. All. Most true. The will! Let's stay Take up the body. . and hear the will.

[Exeunt Citizens with the body. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou seal.

art afoot, To every Roman citizen he gives,

Take thou what course thou wilt! To every several man, seventy-five drach

Enter a Servant. mas. 2nd Cit. Most noble Cæsar !-we'll re

fellow? venge his death.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to 3rd Cit. O royal Cæsar !

Rome. Ant. Hear me with patience.

Ant. Where is he? All. Peace, ho!

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his house. walks,

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit His private arbours and new- - planted him : orchards,

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And in this mood will give us any thing. And to your heirs for ever, common plea- Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius sures,

Are rid like madmen through the gates of To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

How now,

Rome. ...


Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, assume the government of Rome. They are opposed by Brutus and Cassius,

who levy powers to make war on the triumvirate.

SCENE.-— Tent of BRUTUS, in the Camp Bru. Under your pardon. You must near Sardis.

note beside, Bru.

What do

you think That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Of marching to Philippi presently? Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe : Cas. I do not think it good.

The enemy increaseth every day;
Your reason?

We, at the height, are ready to decline. Cas.

This it is : There is a tide in the affairs of men, "Tis better that the enemy seek us :

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to So shall he waste his means, weary his fortune; soldiers,

Omitted, all the voyage of their life Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. On such a full sea are we now afloat; Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give And we must take the current when it place to better.

serves, The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Or lose our ventures. Do stand but in a forced affection;


Then, with your will, go on; For they have grudged us contribution: We'll along ourselves, and meet them at The enemy, marching along by them,

Philippi. By them shall make a fuller number up, Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our Come on refreshed, new-added, and en- talk, couraged;

And nature must obey necessity; From which advantage shall we cut him off, Which we will niggard with a little rest. If at Philippi we do face him there, There is no more to say ? These people at our back.


No more.

Good night: Cas.

Hear me, good brother. Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.... Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. That shapes this monstrous apparition.

It comes upon me.

Art thou any thing? Var. Calls my lord ? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and Art thou some god, some angel, or some

devil, steep;

That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to It may be I shall raise you by and by

stare? On business to my brother Cassius. Var. So please you, we will stand and Speak to me what thou art. watch your pleasure.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good

Bru. Why comest thou?

Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at sirs;

Philippi. It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.

Bru. Well; then I shall see thee again? Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for

Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
I put it in the pocket of my gown.

Bru, Why, I will see thee at Philippi,

(Exit Ghost. (Var. and Clau. lie down, Luc. I was sure your lordship did not Now I have taken heart thou vanishest :

Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with give it me.

thee. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much

Boy, Lucius ! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, forgetful.

awake! Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,

Inic. My lord ?

Var. My lord ?
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.

Clau. My lord ?

It does, my boy:

Bru. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your

sleep? I trouble thee too much, but thou art will

Var., Clau. Did we, my lord ? ing.

Bru. Luc. It is my duty, sir.

Ay: saw you any thing? Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy

Var. No, my lord, I saw nothing.

Nor I, my lord. might;

Bru. Go and commend me to my brother I know young bloods look for a time of

Cassius; rest.

Bid him set on his powers betimes before, Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

And we will follow. Bru. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;

Var., Clau. It shall be done, my lord.

(Exeunt. I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Í will be good to thee. (Music, and a song.

[BRUTUS and CASSIUS are defeated at

the battle of Philippi. They perish This is a sleepy tune. O murderous

by their own hands. The drama slumber!

ends with the following eulogium on Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my

BRUTUS by Antony and OCTAVIUS :} boy,

Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;

All the conspirators save only he I will not do thee so much wrong to wake

Did that they did in envy of great Cæsar; thee:

He only, in a general honest thought If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instru

And common good to all, made one of them. ment; I'll take it from thee: and, good boy, good So mixed in him that Nature might stand up

His life was gentle, and the elements night.

And say to all the world “This was a man! Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf

Oct. According to his virtue let us use turned down

him, Where I left reading ? Here it is, I think.

With all respect and rites of burial.
Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.

Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,

Most like a soldier, ordered honourably. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes So call the field to rest; and let's away, here?

To part the glories of this happy day. I think it is the weakness of inine eyes


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