That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;
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
Will he be satisfied.

Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Cæs. What, Brutus !

Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

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,

5 Intelligent.

6 Continues to hold it.

7 Solicitation.

Let me a little show it, even in this ;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish’d,
And constant do remain to keep him so,

Cin. O Cæsar,
Cæs. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
Dec. Great 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.
Bru. Where's Publius ?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

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.

8 Unsuccessfully.

9 And thou, Brutus ?

Bru. Do so ;—and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.

Cas. Where's Antony ?

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 :
Brutus shall lead ; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.

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Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.

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.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving :
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd hin, and loy'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resoly'd
How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus living ; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master Antony,

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.
I'll fetch him presently.

[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.

Re-enter ANTONY,


Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark

Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure ?-Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank : 2
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Cæsar's death's hour ; nor no instrument
Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die :
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
Ās, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
And this the bleeding business they have done :
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful ;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts,

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2 Grown too high for the publick safety.

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