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Of brothers' temper, do receive you
in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's, In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
I doubt not of
wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand : First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you :Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand ;Now, Decius Brutus, yours ;-now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna ;--and, my valiant Casca, yours ; Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,-alas ! what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer.That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble! in the presence of thy corse ? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better, than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius !-Here wast thou bay'd, brave
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Cas. Mark Antony,
Pardon me, Caius Cassius : The enemies of Cæsar shall
say Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so ; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends ; Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed,
Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle :
That's all I seek :
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
Brutus, a word with you." You know not what you do; Do not consent,
That Antony speak in his funeral :
Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By your pardon ;
Cas. I know not what may fall ; I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body.
hand at all
[Exeunt all but Antony.
Be it so ;
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue;-
Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do
not ? Serv. I do, Mark Antony. Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming : And bid me say to you by word of mouth, O Cæsar!
[Seeing the Body.
chanc'd : 4 The signal for giving no quarter. 5 To let slip a dog at a
deer, &c. was the technical phrase of Shakspeare's time.
hand. [Exeunt, with CÆSAR's Body.
Lend me your
The Forum. Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a Throng of
Citizens. Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied. Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience,
friends.Cassius, go you into the other street, And part the numbers. Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him ; And publick reasons shall be rendered Of Cæsar's death. 1 Cit.
I will hear Brutus speak. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius ; and compare
sons, When severally we hear them rendered.
[Erit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS
into the Rostrum. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence !