Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, | indeed, [Cesar. Sway'd from the point, by looking down on And bid me say to you by word of mouth,— Friends am I with you all, and love you all; O Cesar![Seeing the Body. Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Why, and wherein, Cesar was dangerous.

done no more to Cesar, than you should do to | And Brutus is an honourable man. Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled You all did see, that on the Lupercal, in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, [tion? wherein he was worthy; nor his offences en- Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambiforced, for which he suffered death. Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR's Body. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, Here comes his body, mourned by Mark An-But here I am to speak what I do know. tony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Cesar.

4 Cit. Cesar's better parts Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours.

Bru. My countrymen,

2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cesar's corpse, and grace his
speech
[tony,
Tending to Cesar's glories; which Mark An-
By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

[Exit.

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.

You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!-Bear with
me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his
sayings.

2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong.

3 Cit. Has he, masters?

I fear, there will a worse come in his place.
4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not
take the crown;

Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide
it.

2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire
with weeping.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.

4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there,

And none so poor* to do him reverence.
O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.

4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Bru-But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar,

tus bere.

1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant.

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.

Ant. You gentle Romans,

Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend

me your ears;

I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
The evil, that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus,
Hath told you, Cesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men ;)
Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome.
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cesar seem ambitious? [wept:
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
* Friend.

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,)
And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's
wounds,

And dip their napkinst in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark
Antony.

Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cesar's will.

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must

not read it;

It is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but

I fear, I wrong the honourable men, [it.
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cesar: I do fear
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men!
Cit. The will! the testament!

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 Cesar,
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.

3 Cit. You shall have leave. 4 Cit. A ring; stand round.

1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

tony.

They, that have done this deed, are honourable;

[not, What private griefs they have, alas, I know That made them do it; they are wise and honourable,

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,
[He comes down from the Pulpit. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: Í only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor
dumb mouths,
[tus,
And bid them speak for me: But were I Bru-
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.

Cit. Room for Antony;-most noble An

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
The first time ever Cesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent;
That day he overcame the Nervii :-
Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger
through:

See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark, how the blood of Cesar follow'd it;
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd'
him!

This was the most unkindest cut of all:
For when the noble Cesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty
heart;

And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua, [fell.
Which all the while ran blood, great Cesa:
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.t
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 Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with trai-

tors.

1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspira.

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

3 Cit. Pluck down benches.

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt CITIZENS, with the Body.

Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art [fellow!

afoot,

Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now,

people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the | The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
Oct. So you thought him;
[die,
And took his voice who should be prick'd to
In our black sentence and proscription.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same.-A Street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with
Cesar,

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

Enter CITIZENS.

1 Cit. What is your name?
2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

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

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

man,

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 or a bachelor? Then to answer every man di rectly, 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 Cesar's funeral.
1 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.

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.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

8 Čit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV.

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

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a
Table.

Ant. These many then shall die; their names
are prick'd.

Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent
you, Lepidus ?
Lep. I do consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live'; look, with a spot I
damnt him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we will 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.

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than

you;

And though we lay these honours 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 in commons.

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Oct. You may do your will;

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 govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go

A

forth:
On objects, arts, and imitations;
barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
Which, out of use, and stal'd 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 combin'd,
Our best friends made, and our best means
stretch'd out;

And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'dt about with many enemies; [fear,
And some, that smile, have in their hearts,
Millions of mischief.
[Exeunt.

SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the
Camp near Sardis.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and
Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting
them.

Bru. Stand here.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.
Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS.
Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pin-
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
In his own change, or by ill officers, [darus,
Things done, undone: but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt,

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolv'd.
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect
enough;

But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath used of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,

[Exeunt. SCENE 111.-Within the tent of BRUTUS.-I 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,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such