Cit. None, Brutus, none. [Several speaking at once. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffer'd death. speak; for him have I offended. Who is here | So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Enter ANTONY, and Others, with Cæsar's body. Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live! I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his You all did love him once, not without cause; house. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar. 4 Cit. Cæsar's better parts Shall now be crown'd in Brutus. What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts And I must pause, till it come back to me. and clamours. Bru. My countrymen,— 2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks. 1 Cit. Peace, ho! Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, [Erit. 1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him :-Noble Antony, go up. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? 3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all. 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong. 3 Cit. Has he, masters? I fear, there will a worse come in his place. Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome thau 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Bru- O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir tus here. 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant. 3 Cit. Nay, that's certain: We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him. 3 Cit. Peace; Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, let us hear what Antony can say. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Ant. You gentle Romans, Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him. Than I will wrong such honourable men. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. Let but the commons hear this testament, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will! read the will! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? Cit. Come down. 2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the pulpit. 3 Cit. You shall have leave. 4 Cit. A ring; stand round. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. 2 Cit. Room for Antony;-most noble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Cit. Stand back! room! bear back! Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, VOL. II. Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! 3 Cit. O woeful day! 4 Cit. O traitors, villains! 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,~~ seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay!-let not a trai tor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Cit. Peace there:-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. That gave me public leave to speak of him. And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves? Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then :You have forgot the will I told you of. Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay and hear the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's scal To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. X 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his | And things unluckily charge my fantasy: death. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he? Sery. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him: He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A street. Enter CINNA, the poet. I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; Cæsar, some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, Oct. You may do your will; go forth: Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, And let us presently go sit in council, Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischief. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS, meeting them. But not with such familiar instances, Bru. Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd ; The greater part, the horse in general, Bru. Hark, he is arrived :- March within. Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers. Cas. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them Bru. Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly,-I do know you well:Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away: Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience. Cas. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Within the tent of BRUTUS. LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, a case. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Cas. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Bru. Remember March, the ides of March Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? Cas. Brutus, bay not me, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say, better? Bru. If you did, I care not. sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; To you for gold to pay my legions, Cassius? appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, have mov'd me. That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; |