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But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
So, in the world; 'Tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unsham'd of motion: and, that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this :
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cin. O Cæsar,—
Cæs.

Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæsar,-
Cæs.

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

Brutus.
Cæs. Et tu, Brute?

-Then fall, Cæsar.
[Dies. The senators and people retire in confusion.
Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !--
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !

Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted ;
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec.

And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius ?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

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.

Re-enter TREBONIUS.

Cas. Where's Antony?
Tre.

Fled to his house amaz'd:
Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run,
As it were doomsday.

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

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VOL. XI.

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown?

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust?
Cas.

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave our country liberty.

Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas.

Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace

his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

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Enter a Serrant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving :
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolvid
How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

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