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That will be thaw'd from the true quality
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Cæs. What, Brutus !
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place : So, in the world ; 'Tis furnish'd well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;s Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshak'd of motion :7 and, that am he,
6 Continues to hold it.
Let me a little show it, even in this ;
Cin. O Cæsar,
Doth not Brutus bootless 8 kneel? Casca. Speak, hands, for me.
[Casca stabs Cæsar in the Neck. CÆSAR
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 con
fusion. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's Should chance
Bru. Talk not of standing ; --Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman élse: so tell them, Publius.
Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
9 And thou, Brutus ?
Bru. Do so ;—and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.
Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures :That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand
upon. Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : Then walk we forth, even to the market-place ; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty !
Cas. Stoop then, and wash.' How many ages hence, Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown?
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, No worthier than the dust? Cas.
So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd The men that gave our country liberty,
! In Cæsar's blood:
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Ay, every man away :
Enter a Servant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
[Exit Servant, Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend.
Cas. I wish, we may : but yet have I a mind, That fears him much ; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark
Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
2 Grown too high for the publick safety.