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The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

ACT I

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

FLAVIUSHence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the sign
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
First CommonerWhy, sir, a carpenter.
MARULLUSWhere is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
You, sir, what trade are you?
Second CommonerAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,
as you would say, a cobbler.
MARULLUSBut what trade art thou? answer me directly.
Second CommonerA trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
MARULLUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
Second CommonerNay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
MARULLUSWhat meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
Second CommonerWhy, sir, cobble you.
FLAVIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Second CommonerTruly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I
meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
FLAVIUSBut wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Second CommonerTruly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday,
to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
MARULLUSWherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
FLAVIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60See whether their basest metal be not moved;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
MARULLUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 65May we do so?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
FLAVIUSIt is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

ACT I

SCENE II. A public place.

CAESARCalpurnia!
CASCAPeace, ho! Caesar speaks.
CAESARCalpurnia!
CALPURNIAHere, my lord.
CAESARAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
When he doth run his course. Antonius!
ANTONYCaesar, my lord?
CAESARForget not, in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONYI shall remember:
When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
CAESARSet on; and leave no ceremony out.
SoothsayerAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15Caesar!
CAESARHa! who calls?
CASCABid every noise be still: peace yet again!
CAESARWho is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
SoothsayerBeware the ides of March.
CAESARWhat man is that?
BRUTUSA soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESARSet him before me; let me see his face.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
CAESARWhat say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
SoothsayerBeware the ides of March.
CAESARHe is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
CASSIUSWill you go see the order of the course?
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Not I.
CASSIUSI pray you, do.
BRUTUSI am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35I'll leave you.
CASSIUSBrutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40Over your friend that loves you.
BRUTUSCassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved —
Among which number, Cassius, be you one —
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
CASSIUSThen, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
BRUTUSNo, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
CASSIUS'Tis just:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
BRUTUSInto what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70For that which is not in me?
CASSIUSTherefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
BRUTUSWhat means this shouting? I do fear, the people
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85Choose Caesar for their king.
CASSIUSAy, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
BRUTUSI would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently,
For let the gods so speed me as I love
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95The name of honour more than I fear death.
CASSIUSI know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 115And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body,
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 130Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 135A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
BRUTUSAnother general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 140For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
CASSIUSWhy, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 145Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 150Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 160When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 165There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
BRUTUSThat you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
What you would work me to, I have some aim:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170How I have thought of this and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 180Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
CASSIUSI am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
BRUTUSThe games are done and Caesar is returning.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 185As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
BRUTUSI will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 195Casca will tell us what the matter is.
CAESARAntonius!
ANTONYCaesar?
CAESARLet me have men about me that are fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
ANTONYFear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
He is a noble Roman and well given.
CAESARWould he were fatter! But I fear him not:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
He is a great observer and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 215Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 220And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
CASCAYou pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
BRUTUSAy, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
That Caesar looks so sad.
CASCAWhy, you were with him, were you not?
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 225I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
CASCAWhy, there was a crown offered him: and being
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
BRUTUSWhat was the second noise for?
CASCAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 230Why, for that too.
CASSIUSThey shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
CASCAWhy, for that too.
BRUTUSWas the crown offered him thrice?
CASCAAy, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 235time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
mine honest neighbours shouted.
CASSIUSWho offered him the crown?
CASCAWhy, Antony.
BRUTUSTell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
CASCAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 240I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:
it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
Antony offer him a crown; — yet 'twas not a crown
neither, 'twas one of these coronets; — and, as I told
you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 250refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 255for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
CASSIUSBut, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
CASCAHe fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
mouth, and was speechless.
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 260'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
CASSIUSNo, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
CASCAI know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,
Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 265clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
displeased them, as they use to do the players in
the theatre, I am no true man.
BRUTUSWhat said he when he came unto himself?
CASCAMarry, before he fell down, when he perceived the
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 270common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
throat to cut. An I had been a man of any
occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 275he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired
their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three
or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good
soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 280there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
BRUTUSAnd after that, he came, thus sad, away?
CASCAAy.
CASSIUSDid Cicero say any thing?
CASCAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 285Ay, he spoke Greek.
CASSIUSTo what effect?
CASCANay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
face again: but those that understood him smiled at
one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 290part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
remember it.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 295Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
CASCANo, I am promised forth.
CASSIUSWill you dine with me to-morrow?
CASCAAy, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner
worth the eating.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 300Good: I will expect you.
CASCADo so. Farewell, both.
BRUTUSWhat a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
He was quick mettle when he went to school.
CASSIUSSo is he now in execution
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 305Of any bold or noble enterprise,
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 310And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you; or, if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
CASSIUSI will do so: till then, think of the world.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 315Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 320Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
He should not humour me. I will this night,
In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 325Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
For we will shake him, or worse days endure.

ACT I

SCENE III. The same. A street.

CICEROGood even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
CASCAAre not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
But never till to-night, never till now,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
CICEROWhy, saw you any thing more wonderful?
CASCAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 15A common slave — you know him well by sight —
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides — I ha' not since put up my sword —
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
CICEROIndeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
CASCAHe doth; for he did bid Antonius
Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
CICEROGood night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40Is not to walk in.
CASCAFarewell, Cicero.
CASSIUSWho's there?
CASCAA Roman.
CASSIUSCasca, by your voice.
CASCAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
CASSIUSA very pleasing night to honest men.
CASCAWho ever knew the heavens menace so?
CASSIUSThose that have known the earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 50Submitting me unto the perilous night,
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Even in the aim and very flash of it.
CASCABut wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 60You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men fool and children calculate,
Why all these things change from their ordinance
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 70Their natures and preformed faculties
To monstrous quality, — why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol,
A man no mightier than thyself or me
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80In personal action, yet prodigious grown
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
CASCA'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?
CASSIUSLet it be who it is: for Romans now
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
CASCAIndeed, they say the senators tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
In every place, save here in Italy.
CASSIUSI know where I will wear this dagger then;
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.
CASCASo can I:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.
CASSIUSAnd why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 115So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
CASCAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 120You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
And I will set this foot of mine as far
As who goes farthest.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 125There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 130And I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element
In favour's like the work we have in hand,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 135Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
CASCAStand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
CASSIUS'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
He is a friend.
Cinna, where haste you so?
CINNAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 140To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
CASSIUSNo, it is Casca; one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
CINNAI am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
CASSIUSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 145Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
CINNAYes, you are.
O Cassius, if you could
But win the noble Brutus to our party —
CASSIUSBe you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 150And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 155Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
CINNAAll but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
CASSIUSThat done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 160Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire
Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
CASCAO, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 165And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
CASSIUSHim and his worth and our great need of him
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 170For it is after midnight; and ere day
We will awake him and be sure of him.

ACT II

SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.

BRUTUSWhat, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
LUCIUSCall'd you, my lord?
BRUTUSGet me a taper in my study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUSI will, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 10It must be by his death: and for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that; —
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.
LUCIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 35The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
It did not lie there when I went to bed.
BRUTUSGet you to bed again; it is not day.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
LUCIUSI know not, sir.
BRUTUSLook in the calendar, and bring me word.
LUCIUSI will, sir.
BRUTUSThe exhalations whizzing in the air
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45Give so much light that I may read by them.
'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50Where I have took them up.
'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
LUCIUSSir, March is wasted fourteen days.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 60'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
LUCIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 70Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
BRUTUSIs he alone?
LUCIUSNo, sir, there are moe with him.
BRUTUSDo you know them?
LUCIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 75No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour.
BRUTUSLet 'em enter.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80They are the faction. O conspiracy,
Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85Hide it in smiles and affability:
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
CASSIUSI think we are too bold upon your rest:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
BRUTUSI have been up this hour, awake all night.
Know I these men that come along with you?
CASSIUSYes, every man of them, and no man here
But honours you; and every one doth wish
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95You had but that opinion of yourself
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
BRUTUSHe is welcome hither.
CASSIUSThis, Decius Brutus.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 100He is welcome too.
CASSIUSThis, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUSThey are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
CASSIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 105Shall I entreat a word?
DECIUS BRUTUSHere lies the east: doth not the day break here?
CASCANo.
CINNAO, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
CASCAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 110You shall confess that you are both deceived.
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence up higher toward the north
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115He first presents his fire; and the high east
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
BRUTUSGive me your hands all over, one by one.
CASSIUSAnd let us swear our resolution.
BRUTUSNo, not an oath: if not the face of men,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, —
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
What need we any spur but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 130Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter? and what other oath
Than honesty to honesty engaged,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 135Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 140To think that or our cause or our performance
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he do break the smallest particle
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
CASSIUSBut what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
I think he will stand very strong with us.
CASCALet us not leave him out.
CINNANo, by no means.
METELLUS CIMBERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 150O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;
Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155But all be buried in his gravity.
BRUTUSO, name him not: let us not break with him;
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.
CASSIUSThen leave him out.
CASCAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 160Indeed he is not fit.
DECIUS BRUTUSShall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
CASSIUSDecius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 165A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
BRUTUSOur course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 170To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 175And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 180Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 185Our purpose necessary and not envious:
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 190When Caesar's head is off.
CASSIUSYet I fear him;
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar —
BRUTUSAlas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
If he love Caesar, all that he can do
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 195Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
And that were much he should; for he is given
To sports, to wildness and much company.
TREBONIUSThere is no fear in him; let him not die;
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 200Peace! count the clock.
CASSIUSThe clock hath stricken three.
TREBONIUS'Tis time to part.
CASSIUSBut it is doubtful yet,
Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 205For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 210And the persuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
DECIUS BRUTUSNever fear that: if he be so resolved,
I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 215And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Let me work;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 220For I can give his humour the true bent,
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
CASSIUSNay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
BRUTUSBy the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
CINNABe that the uttermost, and fail not then.
METELLUS CIMBERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 225Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
I wonder none of you have thought of him.
BRUTUSNow, good Metellus, go along by him:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 230Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
CASSIUSThe morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
BRUTUSGood gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 235Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits and formal constancy:
And so good morrow to you every one.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 240Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
PORTIABrutus, my lord!
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 245Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
PORTIANor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 250You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 255And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 260Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
And could it work so much upon your shape
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 265As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
BRUTUSI am not well in health, and that is all.
PORTIABrutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 270He would embrace the means to come by it.
BRUTUSWhy, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
PORTIAIs Brutus sick? and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 275And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 280Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 285That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had to resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 290Kneel not, gentle Portia.
PORTIAI should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 295But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 300You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart
PORTIAIf this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant I am a woman; but withal
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 305A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 310Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
And not my husband's secrets?
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 315O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 320All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows:
Leave me with haste.
Lucius, who's that knocks?
LUCIUSHe is a sick man that would speak with you.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 325Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
LIGARIUSVouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
BRUTUSO, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
LIGARIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 330I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
BRUTUSSuch an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
LIGARIUSBy all the gods that Romans bow before,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 335I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 340Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
BRUTUSA piece of work that will make sick men whole.
LIGARIUSBut are not some whole that we must make sick?
BRUTUSThat must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 345To whom it must be done.
LIGARIUSSet on your foot,
And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 350Follow me, then.

ACT II

SCENE II. CAESAR's house.

CAESARNor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:
Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
ServantMy lord?
CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Go bid the priests do present sacrifice
And bring me their opinions of success.
ServantI will, my lord.
CALPURNIAWhat mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?
You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me
Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
CALPURNIACaesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
CAESARWhat can be avoided
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
CALPURNIAWhen beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
CAESARCowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
What say the augurers?
ServantAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 40They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.
CAESARThe gods do this in shame of cowardice:
Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50And Caesar shall go forth.
CALPURNIAAlas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
And he shall say you are not well to-day:
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
CAESARMark Antony shall say I am not well,
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
DECIUS BRUTUSCaesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
CAESARAnd you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65And tell them that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:
I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
CALPURNIASay he is sick.
CAESARShall Caesar send a lie?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
DECIUS BRUTUSMost mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 75The cause is in my will: I will not come;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know:
Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
DECIUS BRUTUSThis dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.
This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 95And this way have you well expounded it.
DECIUS BRUTUSI have, when you have heard what I can say:
And know it now: the senate have concluded
To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
If you shall send them word you will not come,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
'Break up the senate till another time,
When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?
Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love
To our proceeding bids me tell you this;
And reason to my love is liable.
CAESARHow foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Give me my robe, for I will go.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
PUBLIUSGood morrow, Caesar.
CAESARWelcome, Publius.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
As that same ague which hath made you lean.
What is 't o'clock?
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
CAESARI thank you for your pains and courtesy.
See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
ANTONYSo to most noble Caesar.
CAESARAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Bid them prepare within:
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130Be near me, that I may remember you.
TREBONIUSCaesar, I will:
and so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
CAESARGood friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
BRUTUS That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!

ACT II

SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.

ARTEMIDORUS'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;
come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not
Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus
loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5There is but one mind in all these men, and it is
bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,
look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
'ARTEMIDORUS.'
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

ACT II

SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

PORTIAI prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?
LUCIUSTo know my errand, madam.
PORTIAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 5I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
O constancy, be strong upon my side,
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Art thou here yet?
LUCIUSMadam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
PORTIAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 15Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
For he went sickly forth: and take good note
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?
LUCIUSI hear none, madam.
PORTIAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 20Prithee, listen well;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
LUCIUSSooth, madam, I hear nothing.
PORTIACome hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
SoothsayerAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 25At mine own house, good lady.
PORTIAWhat is't o'clock?
SoothsayerAbout the ninth hour, lady.
PORTIAIs Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
SoothsayerMadam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 30To see him pass on to the Capitol.
PORTIAThou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
SoothsayerThat I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
PORTIAAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 35Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
SoothsayerNone that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
PORTIAI must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say I am merry: come to me again,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

ACT III

SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

CAESAR The ides of March are come.
SoothsayerAy, Caesar; but not gone.
ARTEMIDORUSHail, Caesar! read this schedule.
DECIUS BRUTUSTrebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
ARTEMIDORUSO Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
CAESARWhat touches us ourself shall be last served.
ARTEMIDORUSDelay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
CAESARAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 10What, is the fellow mad?
PUBLIUSSirrah, give place.
CASSIUSWhat, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the Capitol.
POPILIUSI wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
CASSIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15What enterprise, Popilius?
POPILIUSFare you well.
BRUTUSWhat said Popilius Lena?
CASSIUSHe wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
I fear our purpose is discovered.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 20Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
CASSIUSCasca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 25Cassius, be constant:
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
CASSIUSTrebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
DECIUS BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
BRUTUSHe is address'd: press near and second him.
CINNACasca, you are the first that rears your hand.
CAESARAre we all ready? What is now amiss
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35That Caesar and his senate must redress?
METELLUS CIMBERMost high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart, —
CAESARI must prevent thee, Cimber.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40These couchings and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
METELLUS CIMBERIs there no voice more worthy than my own
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
BRUTUSI kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
CAESARWhat, Brutus!
CASSIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
CASSIUSI could be well moved, if I were as you:
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65But 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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70But 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;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 75Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
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.
CINNAO Caesar, —
CAESARAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 80Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
DECIUS BRUTUSGreat Caesar, —
CAESARDoth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CASCASpeak, hands for me!
CAESAREt tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
CINNAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 85Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
CASSIUSSome to the common pulpits, and cry out
'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
BRUTUSPeople and senators, be not affrighted;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
CASCAGo to the pulpit, Brutus.
DECIUS BRUTUSAnd Cassius too.
BRUTUSWhere's Publius?
CINNAHere, quite confounded with this mutiny.
METELLUS CIMBERAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 95Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
Should chance —
BRUTUSTalk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
CASSIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 100And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
BRUTUSDo so: and let no man abide this deed,
But we the doers.
CASSIUSWhere is Antony?
TREBONIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 105Fled to his house amazed:
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
As it were doomsday.
BRUTUSFates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
CASSIUSWhy, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
BRUTUSGrant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar'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,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 120Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'
CASSIUSStoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
BRUTUSHow many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125That now on Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!
CASSIUSSo oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.
DECIUS BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 130What, shall we forth?
CASSIUSAy, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
BRUTUSSoft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 135Thus, 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;
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 140Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145Mark Antony shall not love Caesar 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.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 150Thy 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.
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 155I'll fetch him presently.
BRUTUSI know that we shall have him well to friend.
CASSIUSI wish we may: but yet have I a mind
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 160But here comes Antony.
Welcome, Mark Antony.
ANTONYO mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 165I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 170With 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:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 175No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
BRUTUSO Antony, beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 180As, 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 —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 185As fire drives out fire, so pity pity —
Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 190With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
CASSIUSYour voice shall be as strong as any man's
In the disposing of new dignities.
BRUTUSOnly be patient till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 195And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
ANTONYI doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 200First, 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 last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 205Gentlemen 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, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 210If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 215Had 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 hart;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 220Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 225Dost thou here lie!
CASSIUSMark Antony, —
ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius:
The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
CASSIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 230I blame you not for praising Caesar 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?
ANTONYTherefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 235Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
BRUTUSOr else were this a savage spectacle:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 240Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.
ANTONYThat's all I seek:
And am moreover suitor that I may
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 245Produce his body to the market-place;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
BRUTUSYou shall, Mark Antony.
CASSIUSBrutus, a word with you.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 250You know not what you do: do not consent
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be moved
By that which he will utter?
BRUTUSBy your pardon;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 255I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission,
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 260Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
CASSIUSI know not what may fall; I like it not.
BRUTUSMark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 265But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
And say you do't by our permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: and you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 270After my speech is ended.
ANTONYBe it so.
I do desire no more.
BRUTUSPrepare the body then, and follow us.
ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 275That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 280Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue —
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 285Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 290And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 295With carrion men, groaning for burial.
You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
ServantI do, Mark Antony.
ANTONYCaesar did write for him to come to Rome.
ServantHe did receive his letters, and is coming;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 300And bid me say to you by word of mouth —
O Caesar! —
ANTONYThy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 305Began to water. Is thy master coming?
ServantHe lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
ANTONYPost back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 310Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
Into the market-place: there shall I try
In my oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 315According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand.

ACT III

SCENE II. The Forum.

CitizensWe will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
BRUTUSThen follow me, and give me audience, friends.
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Caesar's death.
First CitizenI will hear Brutus speak.
Second CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 10I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,
When severally we hear them rendered.
Third CitizenThe noble Brutus is ascended: silence!
BRUTUSBe patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
AllNone, Brutus, none.
BRUTUSThen none have I offended. I have done no more to
Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
enforced, for which he suffered death.
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45the 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.
AllAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50Live, Brutus! live, live!
First CitizenBring him with triumph home unto his house.
Second CitizenGive him a statue with his ancestors.
Third CitizenLet him be Caesar.
Fourth CitizenCaesar's better parts
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
First CitizenWe'll bring him to his house
With shouts and clamours.
BRUTUSMy countrymen, —
Second CitizenPeace, silence! Brutus speaks.
First CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60Peace, ho!
BRUTUSGood countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
First CitizenStay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
Third CitizenLet him go up into the public chair;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
ANTONYFor Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
Fourth CitizenWhat does he say of Brutus?
Third CitizenHe says, for Brutus' sake,
He finds himself beholding to us all.
Fourth CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 75'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
First CitizenThis Caesar was a tyrant.
Third CitizenNay, that's certain:
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
Second CitizenPeace! let us hear what Antony can say.
ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80You gentle Romans, —
CitizensPeace, ho! let us hear him.
ANTONYFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90Here, 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 Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95But 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 Caesar seem ambitious?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
First CitizenMethinks there is much reason in his sayings.
Second CitizenIf thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.
Third CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 120Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
Fourth CitizenMark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
First CitizenIf it be found so, some will dear abide it.
Second CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 125Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
Third CitizenThere's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
Fourth CitizenNow mark him, he begins again to speak.
ANTONYBut yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 130And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed 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:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 140Let but the commons hear this testament —
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read —
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
Fourth CitizenWe'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
AllThe will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.
ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Fourth CitizenRead the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
ANTONYWill you be patient? will you stay awhile?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
Fourth CitizenThey were traitors: honourable men!
AllThe will! the testament!
Second CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 165They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.
ANTONYYou will compel me, then, to read the will?
Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
Several CitizensAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 170Come down.
Second CitizenDescend.
Third CitizenYou shall have leave.
Fourth CitizenA ring; stand round.
First CitizenStand from the hearse, stand from the body.
Second CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 175Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
ANTONYNay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
Several CitizensStand back; room; bear back.
ANTONYIf you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180The first time ever Caesar 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:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 195Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 205Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
First CitizenO piteous spectacle!
Second CitizenO noble Caesar!
Third CitizenO woful day!
Fourth CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 210O traitors, villains!
First CitizenO most bloody sight!
Second CitizenWe will be revenged.
AllRevenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
Let not a traitor live!
ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 215Stay, countrymen.
First CitizenPeace there! hear the noble Antony.
Second CitizenWe'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
ANTONYGood friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 220They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
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:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 225I 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 230Action, 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 Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 235And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
AllWe'll mutiny.
First CitizenAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 240We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Third CitizenAway, then! come, seek the conspirators.
ANTONYYet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
AllPeace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!
ANTONYWhy, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 245Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
AllMost true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
ANTONYHere is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 250To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
Second CitizenMost noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
Third CitizenO royal Caesar!
ANTONYHear me with patience.
AllAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 255Peace, ho!
ANTONYMoreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 260To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
First CitizenNever, never. Come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 265Take up the body.
Second CitizenGo fetch fire.
Third CitizenPluck down benches.
Fourth CitizenPluck down forms, windows, any thing.
ANTONYNow let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 270Take thou what course thou wilt!
How now, fellow!
ServantSir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
ANTONYWhere is he?
ServantHe and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 275And thither will I straight to visit him:
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.
ServantI heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
ANTONYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 280Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.

ACT III

SCENE III. A street.

CINNA THE POETI dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
First CitizenAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 5What is your name?
Second CitizenWhither are you going?
Third CitizenWhere do you dwell?
Fourth CitizenAre you a married man or a bachelor?
Second CitizenAnswer every man directly.
First CitizenAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Ay, and briefly.
Fourth CitizenAy, and wisely.
Third CitizenAy, and truly, you were best.
CINNA THE POETWhat is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I
dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and
truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
Second CitizenThat's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
CINNA THE POETDirectly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
First CitizenAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 20As a friend or an enemy?
CINNA THE POETAs a friend.
Second CitizenThat matter is answered directly.
Fourth CitizenFor your dwelling, — briefly.
CINNA THE POETBriefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
Third CitizenAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 25Your name, sir, truly.
CINNA THE POETTruly, my name is Cinna.
First CitizenTear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
CINNA THE POETI am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
Fourth CitizenTear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
CINNA THE POETAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 30I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Fourth CitizenIt is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.
Third CitizenTear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!

ACT IV

SCENE I. A house in Rome.

ANTONYThese many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
OCTAVIUSYour brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
LEPIDUSI do consent —
OCTAVIUSPrick him down, Antony.
LEPIDUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 5Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
ANTONYHe shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUSWhat, shall I find you here?
OCTAVIUSOr here, or at the Capitol.
ANTONYThis is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
OCTAVIUSSo you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
ANTONYAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Octavius, 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,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25Either 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.
OCTAVIUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 30You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
ANTONYSo is my horse, Octavius; and for that
I do appoint him store of provender:
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35To 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 forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40On abjects, orts 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
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50And open perils surest answered.
OCTAVIUSLet us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.

BRUTUSStand, ho!
LUCILIUSGive the word, ho! and stand.
BRUTUSWhat now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
LUCILIUSHe is at hand; and Pindarus is come
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5To do you salutation from his master.
BRUTUSHe greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10I shall be satisfied.
PINDARUSI do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
BRUTUSHe is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15How he received you, let me be resolved.
LUCILIUSWith courtesy and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath used of old.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 20Thou hast described
A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
LUCILIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 30They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.
BRUTUSHark! he is arrived.
March gently on to meet him.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Stand, ho!
BRUTUSStand, ho! Speak the word along.
First SoldierStand!
Second SoldierStand!
Third SoldierStand!
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
BRUTUSJudge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
CASSIUSBrutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
And when you do them —
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 45Cassius, be content.
Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
CASSIUSPindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

ACT IV

SCENE III. Brutus's tent.

CASSIUSThat 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,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
BRUTUSYou wronged yourself to write in such a case.
CASSIUSIn such a time as this it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
BRUTUSLet me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
CASSIUSI an itching palm!
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 15Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
BRUTUSThe name of Cassius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
CASSIUSChastisement!
BRUTUSRemember March, the ides of March remember:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 30Brutus, bay not me;
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practise, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 35Go to; you are not, Cassius.
CASSIUSI am.
BRUTUSI say you are not.
CASSIUSUrge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 40Away, slight man!
CASSIUSIs't possible?
BRUTUSHear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 45O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
BRUTUSAll this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 55Is it come to this?
BRUTUSYou say you are a better soldier:
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 60You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say 'better'?
BRUTUSIf you did, I care not.
CASSIUSWhen Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 65Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
CASSIUSI durst not!
BRUTUSNo.
CASSIUSWhat, durst not tempt him!
BRUTUSFor your life you durst not!
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 70Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
BRUTUSYou have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 75That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 80And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection: I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 85Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 90I denied you not.
BRUTUSYou did.
CASSIUSI did not: he was but a fool that brought
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 95But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BRUTUSI do not, till you practise them on me.
CASSIUSYou love me not.
BRUTUSI do not like your faults.
CASSIUSA friendly eye could never see such faults.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 100A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
CASSIUSCome, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 105Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 110And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 115When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
BRUTUSSheathe your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 120O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
CASSIUSHath Cassius lived
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 125To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
BRUTUSWhen I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
CASSIUSDo you confess so much? Give me your hand.
BRUTUSAnd my heart too.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 130O Brutus!
BRUTUSWhat's the matter?
CASSIUSHave not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 135Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Poet Let me go in to see the generals;
There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 140They be alone.
LUCILIUS You shall not come to them.
Poet Nothing but death shall stay me.
CASSIUSHow now! what's the matter?
PoetFor shame, you generals! what do you mean?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 145Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
CASSIUSHa, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
BRUTUSGet you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
CASSIUSBear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 150I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence!
CASSIUSAway, away, be gone.
BRUTUSLucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 155Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
CASSIUSAnd come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
BRUTUSLucius, a bowl of wine!
CASSIUSI did not think you could have been so angry.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 160O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
CASSIUSOf your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.
BRUTUSNo man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUSHa! Portia!
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 165She is dead.
CASSIUSHow 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
BRUTUSImpatient of my absence,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 170And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Have made themselves so strong: — for with her death
That tidings came; — with this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
CASSIUSAnd died so?
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 175Even so.
CASSIUSO ye immortal gods!
BRUTUSSpeak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
CASSIUSMy heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 180Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
BRUTUSCome in, Titinius!
Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 185And call in question our necessities.
CASSIUSPortia, art thou gone?
BRUTUSNo more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 190Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
MESSALAMyself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
BRUTUSWith what addition?
MESSALAThat by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 195Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
BRUTUSTherein our letters do not well agree;
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
CASSIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 200Cicero one!
MESSALACicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
BRUTUSNo, Messala.
MESSALAAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 205Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
BRUTUSNothing, Messala.
MESSALAThat, methinks, is strange.
BRUTUSWhy ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
MESSALANo, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 210Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
MESSALAThen like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
BRUTUSWhy, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
With meditating that she must die once,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 215I have the patience to endure it now.
MESSALAEven so great men great losses should endure.
CASSIUSI have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
BRUTUSWell, to our work alive. What do you think
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 220Of marching to Philippi presently?
CASSIUSI do not think it good.
BRUTUSYour reason?
CASSIUSThis it is:
'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 225So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
BRUTUSGood reasons must, of force, give place to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 230Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 235From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
CASSIUSHear me, good brother.
BRUTUSUnder your pardon. You must note beside,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 240That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 245Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 250Or lose our ventures.
CASSIUSThen, with your will, go on;
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
BRUTUSThe deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 255Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
CASSIUSNo more. Good night:
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
BRUTUSLucius!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 260My gown.
Farewell, good Messala:
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
CASSIUSO my dear brother!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 265This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
BRUTUSEvery thing is well.
CASSIUSGood night, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 270Good night, good brother.
TITINIUSGood night, Lord Brutus.
BRUTUSFarewell, every one.
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
LUCIUSHere in the tent.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 275What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius and some other of my men:
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
LUCIUSVarro and Claudius!
VARROAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 280Calls my lord?
BRUTUSI pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
VARROSo please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 285I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
LUCIUSI was sure your lordship did not give it me.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 290Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
LUCIUSAy, my lord, an't please you.
BRUTUSIt does, my boy:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 295I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
LUCIUSIt is my duty, sir.
BRUTUSI should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
LUCIUSI have slept, my lord, already.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 300It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 305That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 310Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 315Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
GHOSTThy evil spirit, Brutus.
BRUTUSWhy comest thou?
GHOSTAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 320To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
BRUTUSWell; then I shall see thee again?
GHOSTAy, at Philippi.
BRUTUSWhy, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 325Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
LUCIUSThe strings, my lord, are false.
BRUTUSHe thinks he still is at his instrument.
Lucius, awake!
LUCIUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 330My lord?
BRUTUSDidst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
LUCIUSMy lord, I do not know that I did cry.
BRUTUSYes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
LUCIUSNothing, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 335Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
Fellow thou, awake!
VARROMy lord?
CLAUDIUSMy lord?
BRUTUSWhy did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
VARROAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 340Did we, my lord?
BRUTUSAy: saw you any thing?
VARRONo, my lord, I saw nothing.
CLAUDIUSNor I, my lord.
BRUTUSGo and commend me to my brother Cassius;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 345Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
VARROIt shall be done, my lord.

ACT V

SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.

OCTAVIUSNow, Antony, our hopes are answered:
You said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
ANTONYTut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.
MessengerPrepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
ANTONYOctavius, lead your battle softly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.
OCTAVIUSUpon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
ANTONYAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 20Why do you cross me in this exigent?
OCTAVIUSI do not cross you; but I will do so.
BRUTUSThey stand, and would have parley.
CASSIUSStand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.
OCTAVIUSMark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
ANTONYAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth; the generals would have some words.
OCTAVIUSStir not until the signal.
BRUTUSWords before blows: is it so, countrymen?
OCTAVIUSNot that we love words better, as you do.
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 30Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
ANTONYIn your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
CASSIUSAntony,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
ANTONYNot stingless too.
BRUTUSO, yes, and soundless too;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
ANTONYVillains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
CASSIUSFlatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50If Cassius might have ruled.
OCTAVIUSCome, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
BRUTUSCaesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
OCTAVIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 60So I hope;
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
BRUTUSO, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
CASSIUSA peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
ANTONYOld Cassius still!
OCTAVIUSCome, Antony, away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70If not, when you have stomachs.
CASSIUSWhy, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
BRUTUSHo, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
LUCILIUS My lord?
CASSIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 75Messala!
MESSALA What says my general?
CASSIUSMessala,
This is my birth-day; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Be thou my witness that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90This morning are they fled away and gone;
And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 95Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
MESSALABelieve not so.
CASSIUSI but believe it partly;
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 100Even so, Lucilius.
CASSIUSNow, most noble Brutus,
The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?
BRUTUSEven by the rule of that philosophy
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 110By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life: arming myself with patience
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 115To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.
CASSIUSThen, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 120No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 125Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
CASSIUSFor ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
BRUTUSWhy, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!

ACT V

SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.

BRUTUSRide, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
Let them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

ACT V

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

CASSIUSO, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
TITINIUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 5O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
PINDARUSFly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
CASSIUSThis hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
TITINIUSThey are, my lord.
CASSIUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 15Titinius, if thou lovest me,
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
TITINIUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 20I will be here again, even with a thought.
CASSIUSGo, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou notest about the field.
This day I breathed first: time is come round,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
PINDARUS O my lord!
CASSIUSWhat news?
PINDARUS Titinius is enclosed round about
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
He's ta'en.
And, hark! they shout for joy.
CASSIUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 35Come down, behold no more.
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
Come hither, sirrah:
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 40And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword.
Caesar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
PINDARUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 50So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.
MESSALAIt is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
TITINIUSThese tidings will well comfort Cassius.
MESSALAWhere did you leave him?
TITINIUSAll disconsolate,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
MESSALAIs not that he that lies upon the ground?
TITINIUSHe lies not like the living. O my heart!
MESSALAIs not that he?
TITINIUSNo, this was he, Messala,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 65But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
MESSALAMistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 75Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
TITINIUSWhat, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
MESSALASeek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 80Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
TITINIUSHie you, Messala,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 85And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 90Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 95By your leave, gods: — this is a Roman's part
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
BRUTUSWhere, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
MESSALALo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
BRUTUSTitinius' face is upward.
CATOAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 100He is slain.
BRUTUSO Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
CATOBrave Titinius!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 105Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
BRUTUSAre yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 110To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 115And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.

ACT V

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

BRUTUSYet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
CATOWhat bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field:
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
BRUTUSAnd I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
LUCILIUSO young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
First SoldierYield, or thou diest.
LUCILIUSOnly I yield to die:
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
First SoldierWe must not. A noble prisoner!
Second SoldierRoom, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
First SoldierI'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
ANTONYAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 20Where is he?
LUCILIUSSafe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25When you do find him, or alive or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
ANTONYThis is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanced.

ACT V

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

BRUTUSCome, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
CLITUSStatilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
BRUTUSSit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
CLITUSWhat, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
BRUTUSPeace then! no words.
CLITUSI'll rather kill myself.
BRUTUSHark thee, Dardanius.
DARDANIUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 10Shall I do such a deed?
CLITUSO Dardanius!
DARDANIUSO Clitus!
CLITUSWhat ill request did Brutus make to thee?
DARDANIUSTo kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
CLITUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 15Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
BRUTUSCome hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
VOLUMNIUSWhat says my lord?
BRUTUSWhy, this, Volumnius:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.
VOLUMNIUSNot so, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 25Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 30Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
VOLUMNIUSThat's not an office for a friend, my lord.
CLITUSFly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 35Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 40I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 45Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
CLITUSFly, my lord, fly.
BRUTUSHence! I will follow.
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 50Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
STRATOGive me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
BRUTUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 55Farewell, good Strato.
Caesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
OCTAVIUSWhat man is that?
MESSALAMy master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
STRATOAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 60Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
LUCILIUSSo Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 65That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
OCTAVIUSAll that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
STRATOAy, if Messala will prefer me to you.
OCTAVIUSDo so, good Messala.
MESSALAAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 70How died my master, Strato?
STRATOI held the sword, and he did run on it.
MESSALAOctavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
ANTONYThis was the noblest Roman of them all:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 75All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 80So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
OCTAVIUSAccording to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 85Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.