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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, 1o pity, pity)
Hatb done this deed. un Cæfar: for your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Age
Our arms exempt from malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Caf. Your voice Thall be as itrong as any man's In the difpofing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;..
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Cæfar when I strook him,
Ant. I doubt not of
wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand; First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and my valiant Calça, yours; Though last, not lealt in love, yours, good Tre
bonius. Gentlemen all.-----alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such flippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit meg, Either a coward, or a fiatterer. That I did love thee, Cæsar, oh, '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,
Moit Nohle! in the prelence of thy corfe?
Had I as many eyes as thou hait wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendihip with thine enemies. [hart;
Pardon me, Julius-----here wait thou bay'd, brave
Here didit thou fall, and here thy hunters itand
Sign'd in thy spoil, (20) and crimson'd in thy death.
o world! thou wait the forest to this hart,
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, stricken by many prioces,
Dost thou here ly?
Caf. Mark Antony
Ant. Pardon me, Caius Caffius :
The enemies of Cæfar shall iay this:
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Caf. I blame you not for pra ling Cæsar 10,
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? [deed,
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, in-
Swayed from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all ;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein Cæfar was dangerous,
Bru. Or else this were a favage ipectacle.
(20) And çrimjon’d in thy death. All the old copies that I have seen, read, Lethe. The dictionaries, indeed, acknow. Jedge no such word; and as the L might have mistakingly been formed from an obscure D, not taking the ink equally in all parts, I have suffered the more known word to stand in the text; though, indeed, I am not without sufpicion of our Pott's having either coined the other term, or copied it from some obsolete author, who had adopted it from the lérhum of the Latins, which 'tis well known, was used fox death, as well as deftruction, ruin, havæ, &c.
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the lon of Cæfar,
You should be fatisfied.
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.
Caf. Brutus, a word with you
You know not what you do; do not consent [ lide.
That Antuny speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be moved
By that which he will utter?
Bru. By your pardon,
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And Thew the reason of our Cæfar's death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission;
And that we are contented Cæsar ihall
Have all due rites and lawful ceremonies:
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
Caf. I know not what may fall, I like it not
Bru. Mark Antony, here take you Cæfar's body :
You shall not in your funeral (peech blame usz.
But speak all good you can devise of Cæfar;
And say, you do't by our permiffion :
Elfe shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral. And you thalt speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Ant. Be it fo;
I'do defire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of carth!
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
Thou art the ruins of the robleit man
That ever lived in the side of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this coitly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curie shall light upon the limbs of men ;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil itrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be fo in use,
And dreadful objects fo familiar,
That mothers thall but :smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of War.
All pity choak'd with custom of fell deeds;
And Cæsar's Spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter Octavius's Servant.
You ferve Octavius Cæfar, do
Ser. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming;
And bid mę say to you by word of mouth-
[Seeing the Body Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep; Paffion I see is catching; for mine eyes, (21) Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
(11) Seeing those beds of forrow-]. Thus Mx Pope's two
Began to water. Is thy master coming ? (Rome.
Ser. He lyes to-night within feven leagues of Ant. Poit back with speed, and tell him what
hath chanc'd. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for O&avius yet; Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet stay a while; Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corfe Into the Market-place: there shall I try In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men; According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young O&avius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæsar's Body.
SCENE changes to the Forum. Enter BRUTUS, and mounts the Rostra; CASSIUS,
with the Plebeians. Pleb. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. Bru. Then follow 'me, and give me audience,
friends. Caffius, go you into the other street, And part the numbers; Those that will liear me speak, let 'em stay here: 1 Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And public reasons fhall be rendered Of Cæfar's death.
edicions, for what reason I know not; but I have restored from all the other copies, beads; which was certainly the Poet's word. Thus lady Constance, in King John;
Ay, with these crystal bear's heaven Thall he bribed
To do him justice, and revenge on you
And fo Lady Pe cy, in the first part of Henry IV.
The spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus bath o leltirred thee in thy seep,
That beads of fwcat have food upon thy brow.