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If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel :
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all:
For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what! weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.

i Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!
3 Cit. O woeful day!
4 Cit. O traitors, villains !
i Cit. O most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged; revenge! about, -seek, –

burn, — fire, — kill, – slay!— let not a traitor live. 432. Ant. Stay, countrymen.

i Cit. Peace there ! — hear the noble Antony.

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with

him. 435. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up

To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable :
What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not,
That mad: them do it; they are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts :
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

And bid them speak for me: but, were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Cit. We'll mutiny.
I Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved 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. 443. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.

To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! — we'll revenge his death.
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.

Cit. Peace, ho!
448. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

His private arhours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs forever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

Here was a Cæsar: when comes such another? 449. i Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, away!

We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
3 Cit. Pluck down benches.
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything.

[Exeunt CITIZENS, with the body. SCENE III. - The same.

453. Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!.


How now,

Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 457. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him.

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will give us anything. 458. Serv. I heard them say, Brutus and Cassius

Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 459. Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people,

How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeuni.

A Street.

Enter CINNA the Poet. 460. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar,

And things unlikely charge my fantasy.
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.

i Cit. What is your name?
2 Cit. Whither are you going?
3 Cit. Where do you

4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor?
2 Cit. Answer every man directly.
i Cit. Ay, and briefly.

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 468. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. 469. 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 trúly. Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor. 470. 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.

i Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend.
2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
4 Cit. For your dwelling, — briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly,
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
i 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. 482. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 483. 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! firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's: some to Ligarius': away! go!



SCENE I. - The same. A Room in ANTONY'S House.

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table. 485. Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names are

Oct. Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lep-

Lep. I do consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.
489. Lep Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. 490. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Lep. What, shall I find you here?

Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit LEPIDUS. 493. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

Oct. So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be pricked to die

In our black sentence and proscription.
495. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you;

And though we lay these honors on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And, having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze on commons.

Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
497. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,

I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion governed by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and trained, and bid go forth:
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations,
Which, out of use, and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property.

And now, Octavius,
Listen great things. — Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers; we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, and our best means stretched out;
And let us presently go sit in counsel,
How covert matters may be best disclosed,

And open perils surest answered.
498. Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,

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