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But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
Cin. O Cæsar,—
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Casca. Speak, hands, for me. [Cascu stabs Cæsar in the neck. Cæsar catches hold of his arm.
He is then stabb'd by several other conspirators, and at last by Marcus
-Then fall, Cæsar.
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted ;
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's Should chance
Bru. Talk not of standing ;---Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Bru. Do so ;---and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.
Cas. Where's Antony?
Fled to his house amaz'd:
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 Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death. - Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty ! Cus. Stoop then, and wash.-How many ages
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
So oft as that shall be,
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Ay, every man away:
his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Serrant.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;