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He then unto the ladder turns his back, | Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

Cimber, and Trebonius. By which he did ascend : So Cæsar may; Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest; Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you? quarrel

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Know I these men, that come along with you ? Fashion it thus, that what he is, augmented, Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here. Would run to these, and these extremities : But honours you : and every one doth wish, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, You had but that opinion of yourself, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis- Which every noble Roman bears of you. chievous,

"This is Trebonius. And kill him in the shell.


He is welcome hither.

Cas. This, Decius Brutus.
Re-enter Lucius.


He is welcome too Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
Searching the window for a flint, I found And this, Metellus Cimber.
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,


They are all welcome It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

What watchful cares do interpose themselves Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day, Betwixt your eyes and night? Is not to-morrow, boy, the idea of March? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? They whisper Luc. I know not, sir.

Dec. Here lies the cast : Doth not the day break Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

here? Luc. I will, sir:

[Exit. Casca. No. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

Cin. 0, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray Give so much light, that I may read by them. lines,

(Opens the letter, and reads. That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself.| Casca. You shall confess, that you are both Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!

deceiv'd. Brutus, thou sleep'st ;, awake,

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Which is a great way growing on the south, Where I have took them up.

Weighing the youthful season of the year. Shall Rome, Sc. Thus, must I piece it out;

Some two months hence, up higher toward the Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!


He first presents his fire ; and the high east
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome Stands as the Capitol, directly here.
The Targuin drive, when he was cail'd a king.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

Cas. And let us swear our resolution. Speak, strike, redress !-Am I entreated To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, promise,

The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, If the redress will follow, thou receivest

If these be motives weak, break off betimes, Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! And every man hence to his idle bed;

So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Re-enter Lucius.

Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

As I am sure they do, bear fire enongh Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valonr

[ Knock within. The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody What need we any spar but our own cause, knocks.

[Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,

To prick us to redress? what other bond, I have not slept.

And will not palter ?'and what other oath, Between the acting of a dreadful thing

Than honesty to honesty engag'd, And the first motion, all the interim is

That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:

Swear priests, and cowards, and men cauteloos, The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man,

Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls

That welcome wrongs; into bad causes swear Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain The nature of an insurrection.

The even virtue of our enterprise,
Re-enter Lucius.

Nor the insuppressive metal of our spirits,

To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood, Who doth desire to see you.

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,

Is he alone ? Is guilty of a several bastardy,
Luc. No, sir; there are more with him. If he do break the smallest particle

Do you know them? Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Luc. No, sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their Cas. But what of Cicero 1 Shall we sound him? ears,

I think, he will stand very strong with us.
And half their faces buried in their cloaks, Casca. Let us not leave him out.
That by no means I may discover them


No, by no means By any mark of favour.

Met. O let us have him ; for his silver hairs Bru.

Let them enter. Will purchase us a good opinion,

Exit Lucius. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: They are the faction. O conspiracy !

It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, night,

But all be buried in his gravity. When evils are most free ? O, then, by day, Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough For he will never follow any thing To mask thy monstrous visage'? Seek none, con- That other men begin. spiracy ;


Then leave him out. Hide it in smiles, and affability :

Cascat. Indeed, he is not fit. For if thou path, thy native semblance on,

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Not Erebus itself were dim enough

Cæsar? To hide thee from brevention

Cas. Decius, well urg'd :- I think it is not meet,

Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Boy! Lucius I-F'ast asleep ?It is no matter;
Should outlive Cesar: We shall find of him Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far, Which busy care draws in the brains of men ;
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together.'

Enter Portia
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius


Brutus, my lord ! To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards:

you now? For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.

It is not for your health, thus to commit Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; Por. Nor for yours neither. You have nnAnd in the spirit of men there is no blood :

gently, Brutus, U, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, Stole from my bed : And yesternight, at supper, And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,

You suddenly aroge, and walk'd about, Cxsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Musing, and sighing, with your arms across: Let's kill himn boldly, but not wrathfully; And when I ask'd you what the matter was, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, You star'd upon me with ungentle looks: Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds: I urg'd you further : then you scratch'd your And let our hearts, as subtlc mitsters do,

head, Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot. Anu after geern to chide them. This shall make Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not ; Our purpose necessary, and not envious: But with an angry wafture of your hand, Which so appearing to the common eyes, Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did; We shall be call'd purgers, not inurderers. Fearing to strengthen that impatience, And for Mark Antony, think not of him ; Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, witha. For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm, Hoping it was but an effect of humour, When Cæsar's head is oft

Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Cas.

Yet I do fear him: It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cesar, And, could it work so much upon your shape; Pru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: As it hath much prevail') on your condition, If he love Cesar, ill that he can do

I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Is to himself; take thonght, and die for Cesar: Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. And that were in ch he should; for he is given Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. To sports, to wildness, and much company. Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; He would embrace the means to come by it. For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Bru. Why, so I do :-Good Portia, go to bed.

[Clock strikes. Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical Bru. Peace, count the clock.

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Cas.

The clock hath stricken three. Of the dank morning ? What is Brutus sick; Trcb. "Tis time to part.

And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,

But it is doubtful yet, To dare the vile contagion of the night! Whe'er Cesar will come forth to-day, or no : And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air For he is superstitious grown of late;

To add into his sickness ? No, my Brutus ; Quite from the main opinion he held once You have some sick offence within your mind Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies : Which, by the right and virtue of my place, It may be these apparent prodigies,

I ought to know of: And, upon my knees, The unaccustom'd terror of this night,

I charni you, by my once commended beanty, And the persuasion of his angurers,

By all your vows of love, and that great vow May hold hin from the Capitol to-day. Which did incorporate and make iis one,

Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolvid, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear, Why you are heavy ; and what men to-night
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, Have had resort to you: for here have been
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers : Even from darkness.
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,


Kneel not, gentle Portia. Ile says, he does; being then most flatterod. Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Let me work:

Brutus. For I can give his humour the true bent ; Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Is it expected, I should know no secrets Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. That appertain to you? Am I yourself, Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the uttermost? But, as it were, in sort, or limitation : Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. To keep with yon at meals, comfort your hed, Met. Cains Ligarius doth bear Cesar hard, And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey :

I wonder, none of you have thought of him. of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him : Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
He loves me well, and I have given bim reasons; Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave That visit my sad heart.
you, Brutus:

Por. If this were true, then should I know this And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all re- secret. member

I grant, I am a woman : but, withal, What you have said, and show yourselves true A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: Romans.

I grant, I am a woman; but, withal. Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; A woman well reputed ; Cato's daughter. Let not our looks put on our purposes ;

Think yon, I am no stronger than my sex, But bear it as our Roman actors do,

Being so father'd, and so husbanded ? With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy: Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them And so, good-morrow to yon every one. I have made strong proof of my constancy,

(Exeunt all but Brutas. Giving myself a voluntary wound


Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And not my husband's secrets ?

And ghosts did shriek,and squeal about the streets. Bru.

Oye gods,

O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, Render me worthy of this noble wife!

And I do fear them. [Knocking within. Cæs.

What can be avoided, Hark, hark ! one knocks : Portia, go in a while; Whose end is pnrpos'd by the mighty gods? And by and by thy bosoma shall partake Yet Cæsar shall go forth ; for these predictions The secrets of my heart.

Are to the world in general, is to Cæsar. All my engagements I will construe to thee, Cal. When beggars die, there are no cometa All the charactery of my sad brows

Been ;

[princes. Leave me with haste.

(Exit Portia. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of

Cæs. Cowards die many times before their Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

deaths; Lucius, who is that knocks? The valiant nerer taste of death but once. Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak of all the wonders that I yet have heard, with you

It seems to me most strange that men should fear Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.-- Seeing that death, a necessary end, Boy, stand aside. ---Caius Ligarius! how ? Will come, when it will come. Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble

Re-enter a Servant. tongue. Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave

What say the augurers ? Caius,

Serv. They would not have you to stir forth toTo wear a kerchief ? 'Would, you were not sick! day. Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, Any exploit worthy the name of honour. They could not find a heart within the beast.

Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Cas. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Hard you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
LigBy all the gods that Romans bow before, If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome! No, Cæsar shall not : Danger knows full well,
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins ! That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up We were two lions litter'd in one day,
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,

And I the elder and more terrible;
And I will strive with things impossible; Aud Casar shall go forth.
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?


Alas, my lord, Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. whole.

Do not go forth to-city: Call it my fear, Lig. But are not some whole, that we must That keeps you in the house, and not your own. make sick?

We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house ; Bri. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, And he shall say, you are not well to-elay : I shall unfold to thee, as we are going

Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. To whom it must be done.

Cæs. Mark Antony sball say, I am not well; Lig.

Set on your foot; And, for thy bumour, I will stay at home. And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you,

Enter Decius. To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, "That Brutus leads me on.

Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Bru. Follow me then. [Ereunt. Dec. Cresar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy


I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
The same.

A Room in Cæsar's Palace. Cæs. And you are come in very happy time, Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsar, in his To bear my greeting to the senators, Nightgown.

And tell them, that I will not come to-day :

Cannot is false ; and that I dare not, falser; Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at I will not come to-day : Tell them so, Decius. peace tv-night :

Cal. Say, he is sick. Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Caos.

Shall Cesar send a lie Help, ho ! they murder Casar !-Who's within ? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, Enter a Servant.

To be afeard to tell gray-beards the truth? Sero. My lord ?

Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come. Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,

Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some

cause, And bring me their opinions of success. Serv. I will, my lord.


Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.

Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come; Enter Calphurnia.

That is enough to satisfy the senate. Cal. What mean you, Casar? Think you to But, for your private satisfaction, walk forth ?

Because I love you, I will let you know ; You shall not stir out of your honse to-day. Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: Ces. Cæsar shall forth: The things that She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, threaten'd me,

Which, like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall Did run pure blood : and many lusty Romans see

Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it. The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.

And these doth she apply for warnings, portents, Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, And evils imminent; and on her knee Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted; Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch: It was a vision, fair and fortunate: A lioness hath whelped in the streets;

You statue spouting blood in many pipes, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their In which so many smiling Romans baih'd, dead:

Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Reviving blood : and that great men shall press In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognizance. Whicn drizzled blood upon the Capitol:

This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. The noise of battle hurtled in the air,

Cas. And this way have you well expounded it

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can O constancy, be strong upon my side! say:

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! And know it now : The senate have concluded I have a man's mind, but a woman's might To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! If you shall send them word, you will not come, Art thou here yet ? Their rainds may change. Besides, it were a mock Luc.

Madam, what should I do? Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? Break up the senate till another time,

And so return to you, and nothing else? When Cæsar's wife shail meet with better dreams. Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look of Cæsar bide himself, shall they not whisper,

well, Lo, Cæsar is afraid?

For he went sickly forth : And take good note, Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear love What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. To your proceeding bids me tell you this; Hark, boy ! what noise is that? And reason to my love is liable.

Luc. I hear none, madam. Cas. How foolish do your fears seem now,


Prythee, listen well; Calpurnia ?

I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,, I am ashained I did yield to them.

And the wind brings it from the Capitol. Give me my robe, for I will go :

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarins, Metellus,

Enter Soothsayer.
Casca, Trebonius, and Cinna.


Come hither, fellow : And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Which way hast thou been? Pub. Good morrow,

Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.

Por. What is 't o'clock?
Welcome, Publius.-

Whal, Brutns, are you stirr'd so early too?

About the ninth hour, lady

Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Good morrow, Casca.-Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy,

Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, As that sanie agne which hath made you lean.-Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar,hast thou not?

To see him pass on to the Capitol ?
What is't o'clock?
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,

Sooth. That I have, lady: it it will please Cæsar
Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Enter Antony.

Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,

towards him? Is notwithstanding up :

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I Good morrow, Antony.

fear may chance. Ant.

So to most noble Cæsar. Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: Cas. Bid them prepare within :

The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, I am to blame to be thus waited for.

Of senators, of prætors, common snitors, Now, Cinna :--Now, Metellus :-What, Trebo: Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : I have an hour's talk in store for you: [nius! I'll get me to a place more void, and there Remeinber that you call on me to-day ; Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. (Erit. Be near me, that I may remember you.

Por. I must go in. -Ah me! how weak a thing Treb. Cesar, I will and so near will I be, The heart of woman is? U Brutus! That your best friends shall wish I had been The heavens speed thee iu thine enterprise ! further.

[ Aside. Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint : with me;

Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. Say, 'I am merry : come to me again,

Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, And bring me word what he doth say to thee. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon !

[Exeunt. [Exeunt. SCENE III.

ACT III. The same. A Street near the Capitol. SCENE I. The same. The Capitol; the Senate Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper.

sitting. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of A croud of People in the Street leading to the Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye lo Capitol; among them Artemidorus, and the Cinna; trust not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, mind in all these men, and it is beni against and others. Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about Cæs. The ides of March are come. you : Security gives way to conspiracy. The Sooth. Ay, Cæsar ; but not gone. mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover.

Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.

Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
And as a suitor will I give him this.

Art. 0, Cæsar,read mine first; for mine's a suit My heart laments that virtue cannot live

That touches Cæsar nearer: read it, great Cæsar. Out of the teeth of cmnlation.

Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;

serv'd. If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Erit.

Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly. SCENE IV.

Cas. What, is the fellow mad ? The same. Another part of the same Street,


Sirrah, give place. before the House of Brutus.

Cæs. What, urge you your petitions in the street?

Come to the Capitol.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I prythee, boy, run to the senate-house,

Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following. Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:

All the Senators rise. Why dost thou stay ?

Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive. Luc.

To know my errand, madam. Cas. What enterprise, Popilius? Por. I would have had thee there, and hereagain, Pop. Fare you well. [ Advances to Cæsar. Ere I can tell thee what thou slaculd'st do there. Bru. What said Popilius Lena 3

Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might|Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. thrive.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, I fear our purpose is discover'd.

Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement ! Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; him

Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.- Casca. Go to the palpit, Brutus. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Dec.

And Cassius too. Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,

Bru. Where's Publius! For I will slay myself.

Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny, Bru.

Cassius, be constant : Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;

Cæsar's For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Should chanceCae. Trebonius knows his time : for, look you, Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, good Brutus,

cheer; He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

There is no harm intended to your person, [Ercunt Antony and Trebonitis. Cæsar Nor to no Roman else : so tell theni, Publius.

and the Senators take their seats. Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.

Bru. Do so ;--and let no man abide this deed,
Bru. He is address'd: press near, and second him. But we the doers.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Re-enter Trebonius.
Coes. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cæsar and his senate must redress?

Cas. Where's Antony ?

Fled to his house amaz'd. Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puis- 7're. sant Cæsar,

Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, Metellus Cimber ihrows before thy seat

As it were doomsday. An humble heart :

(Knceling Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures Cæs.

I must prevent thce, Cimber. That we shall die, we know ; 'tis but the time, These couchings, and those lowly courtesies,

And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Might fire the blood of ordinary men ;

Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,

Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Into the law of children. Be not fond,

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : To think that Casur bears such rebel blood,

So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd That will be thaw'd from the true quality

His time of fearing death.--Stoop, Romans, stoop, With that which melteth fools : I mean, sweet And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood words,

Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Low crooked curt’sies, and base spaniel fawning. Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; Thy brother by decree is banished ;

And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,

Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom ! and Liberty! spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause

hence, Will he be satisfied.

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my In states unborn, and accents yet unknown? own,

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,

That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

No worthier than the dust?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar ; so often shall the knot of us be call'd


So oft as that shall be, Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

The men that gave our country liberty.
Ces. What, Brutus !

Dec. What, shall we forth?
Pardon, Cæsar: Cæsar, pardon :


Ay, every man away. As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

Brutus shall lead ; and we will grace his heels To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Ces. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ;

Enter a Servant. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of An. But I am constant as the northern star,

tony's. Or whose true-fix'd, and resting quality,

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel? There is no fellow in the firmament.

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down: The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: They are all fire, and every one doth shine; Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Cæsar was mighty, bold, roya and loving : So, in the world ; 'Tis furnish'd well with men, Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ; And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. Yet, in the number, I do know but one Ir Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony That unassailable holds on his rank,

May safely come to him, and be resolv'd Unshak'd of motion ; and, that I am he, How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death, [.et me a little show it, even in this;

Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, So well as Brutus living; but will follow And constant do remain to keep him so. The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus, Cin. O Cæsar,

Thorongh the hazards of this untrod state, Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? With all true faith. So says my master Antony. Dec. Great Cæsar,

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. Ccs.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? I never thought him worse. Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

Tell him, so please him come unto this place, (Casca stabs Cæsar in the Neck. Cæsar He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,

catches hold of his Arm. He is then Depart untouch'd.
stabbed by several other Conspirators, Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Erita
and at last by Marcus Brutus.

Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to Cæs. Et tu, Brute?--Then, fall, Cæsar.

friend. [Dies. The Senators and People retire in cas. I wish, we may: but yet have ! a mind, confusion

That fears him much; and my misgiving still Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead ! Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

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