Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone. Art. Hail, Cæsar, read this schedule. 282. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit 284. Cæs. That touches us? Art. Delay not, Cæsar; Read it, great Cæsar. Ourself shall be last served. read it instantly. Cæs. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirrah, give place. 288. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. 291. Pop. Fare you well. 294. Bru. What said Popilius Lena? [Advances to CÆSAR. Cas. He wished to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him. 295. Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius on Cæsar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. 296. Bru. Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. 297. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS CÆSAR and the SENATORS take their seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. 299. Bru. He is addressed: press near and second him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Casca. Are we all ready? 300. 301. Cas. What is now amiss, That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress? 303. Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Cæsar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart: 304. Cæs. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These crouchings, and these lowly courtesies, [Kneeling With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet words, If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause 305. Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear For the repealing of my banished brother? Have an immediate freedom of repeal. 308. Cas. Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon: To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Let me a little show it, even in this; That I was constant Cimber should be banished, 311. 313. Cin. O Cæsar, Cæs. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? 314. Casca. Speak, hands, for me. 315. [CASCA stabs CÆSAR in the neck. CESAR catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed 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, 318. Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Dec. And Cassius too. Bru. Where's Publius? Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. 324. Bru. Talk not of standing.-Publius, good cheer; 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. 326. Bru. Do so; - and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers. 327. 328. Re-enter TREBONIUS. Cas. Where's Antony? Tre. Fled to his house amazed. Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures: Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: 332. So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death. — Stoop, Romans, stoop, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn, and accents yet unknown! 333. Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, 334. No worthier than the dust! Cas. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be called Dec. What, shall we forth? 336. Cas. Ay, every man away: Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Enter a SERVANT. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. 338. 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. Say, I feared Cæsar, honored him, and loved him. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honor, Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit SERV. 341. Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend. 342. Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind Re-enter ANTONY. 343. Bru. But here comes Antony.- Welcome, Mark An tony. 344. Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, I shall not find myself so apt to die: No place will please me so, no mean of death, Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, |