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Hath done this deed on Cæfar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony ;
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 shall be as strong as any man's
In the disposing of new dignities.

Bru. Only be patient 'till we have appeas'd
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Cesar when I strook him,
Proceeded thus.

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Lët each man render me his bloody hand ;
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ;
Next, Caius Casius, do I take your hand ;
Now, Decimus Brutus, yours ; now yours, Metellus ;
Yours, Cinna ; and, my valiant Casca, yours ;
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Gentlemen all - alas, what shall I say?
My credit now stands on such Nippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you muft conceit me,
Either a coward, or a Aatterer.
That I did love thee, Gæfar, 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,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corte ?
Had I as many eyes as thou haft wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julins - here waft thou bay'd, brave hart,
Here didit thou fall, and here thy hunters stand
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimfon'd in thy death. *

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in thy death. O wold! thou wait the forest to this hart,



Caf. Mark Antony

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius; The enemies of Cæfar shall say this: Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Caf. I blame you not for praising Cæfar so, 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?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
Sway'd 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 were this a favage spectacle.
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Cæfar,
You should be satisfied,

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 [-Aside.
That Antony shall speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By that which he will utcer?

Bru. By your pardon,
I will my self into the pulpit first,
And shew 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 calar shall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies :

And this indeed, 0 world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer stricken by many princes,
Doit thou here lye?
Caf. Mark Antony, &c.



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 speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæfar,
And say you do't by our permission :
You shall not else have any hand at all
About his funeral. And you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

Ant. Be it fo ;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. [Exeunt,

Manet Antony.
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth!
That I am meek and gentle with thele butchers.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesie,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse shall light upon the kind of men;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war,
All picy choak’d with custom of fell deeds.
And Cæsar's Spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Atè by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry Havock, and let Nip the dogs of war;

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That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Enter Octavius's Servant.
You serve Oilavius Cesar, do you not ?

Ser. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming,
And bid me say to you by word of mouth
O Cæfar!

[Seeing the body
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep ;
Passion I fee is catching, for mine eyes
Seeing those beads of forrow stand in thine,
Begin to water. Is thy master coming ?

Ser. He lyes to-night within seven leagues of Rome.

Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd, Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Oétavius yet ; Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while, Thou shalt not back, 'uill I have born this corse Into the market-place: there shall I cry In my Oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men ; According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Ostavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand.

[Exeunt with Cæsar's body,

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The FORUM. Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra. Caffius, with the

Plebeians. Pleb. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied. [friends.

Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, Calius, go you into the other street, And part the numbers; VOL. V.


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Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those that will follow Cañus, go with him,
And publick reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæsar's death.

i Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 Pleb. I will hear Casius, and compare their reasons, When fev'rally we hear them rendered.

[Exit Caffius, with some of the Plebeians. 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended : silence ! Bru. Be patient 'till the last.

Romans, Countrymen, and Friends! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him í say, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæfar, this is my answer : Not that I lov'd Cafar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and dye all naves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men ? As Cæsar lov'd me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but as he was ambitious, I new him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who's here fo bafe that would be a bond-man? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country ? if any, speak ; for him have I offended.

- I pause for a reply All. None, Brutus, none.

Bru. Then none have I offended I have done no more to Cæfar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is inrolld in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences'enforc'd, for which he suffered death.


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