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The multitude, beside themselves with fear; ..
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Cæfar when I strook him,
Proceeded thus.

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
· Let each man render me his bloody hand;

First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ;
Next, Caius Caffius, do I take your hand :
Now, Decius Brutus, yours, now yours, Metellus ;
Yours, Cinna ; and, my valiant Casca, yours ;
Tho' last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Gentlemen allalas, 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, Cæfar, oh, 'tis true;
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,..
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most Noble! in the presence of thy corse?
Had I as many eyes, as thou haft 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;
Here didit thou fall, and here thy hunters stand
Sign'd in thy spoil, (12) and crimfon'd in thy death.
o world! thou waft the forest to this hart, it
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. N i

(12) And crimsond in thy Death.] All the old Copies, that I have seen, read, Letbe. The Dictionaries, indeed, acknow, ledge no such Word :, and as the L might have mistakingly been form’d from an obscure D, not taking the Ink equally in all Parts, I have suffer'd the more known Word to stand in the Text; tho', indeed, I am not without Suspicion of our Poet's having either coin'd the other Term, or copied it from fome obsolete Author, who had adopted it from the Letbum of the Latines; which, 'tis well known, was used for Deatb, as well 25 Deftruction, Ruin, Hayock, &c. . ..

How

How like a deer, Aricken by many Princes,
Dost thou here lye:

Caf. Mark Antony

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Caffius : The enemies of Cæfar fhall say this: Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Caf. I blame you not for praifing Cæfar so, But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be priek' in number of our friends, Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæfar, Friends am I with you all, and love you all ; Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons, Why, and wherein Cæfar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else this were a favage spectacle.
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the Son of Cæfar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all I seek ;
And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market-place,
And in the Pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Cafi Brutus, a ward with you.
You know not what you do; do not consent,

Afide,
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you, how much the People may be mov'd
By That which he will utter ?

Bru. By your pardon,
I will myself into the Pulpit first,
And thew the reason of our Cæfar's death.
What Antony shall fpeak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permission ;
And that we are contented, Cæfar Mall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies :
It shall advantage more, than do, us wrong.

Caf. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Cafar’s body:

You

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
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,
After

my speech is ended.
Ant. Be it fo;
I do defire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeunt Conspirators,

Manet Antony.
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of carth!
That I am neck and gentle with these batchers.
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 prophesie,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse fhall light upon the limbs of men ;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction fhall be fo in ufe,
And dreadful objects fo familiar,
That mothers thall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war:
All pity choak'd with custom of fell deeds ;
And Calar's fpirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a Monarch's voice,
Cry Havock, and let slip the Dogs of war ;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Enter QEtavius's Servant.
You ferve Oilavius Cæfar, do you

Ser. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome.

Ser:

not?

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming ;
And bid me fay to you by word of mouth-
O Cajar !

. (Seeing the Body. .
Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep;
Pallion I fee is catching: for mine eyes,
Seeing those Beads of sorrow fand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?

Ser. He lyes to night within seven leagues of Rome. · Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath

chanc'd. Here is a mourning Rome, a.dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Ostavius yet ; Hię hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while; Thou shalt not back, 'till I have borne this corse Into the market-place : there Mall I try In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men ;. According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Oktavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæsar's body.

SCEN E changes to the Forum.
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra ; Cassius, with the

Plebeians.
Pleb. W e will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.

Bru. Then follow me, and give me audi.

ence, friends. .
Caffius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers:
Those, that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those, that will follow Caffus, go with him ;
And publick reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæfar's death.

i Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 Pleb. I will hear Cafius, and compare their reasons, When sey'rally we hear them rendered

[Exit Caffius, with some of the Plebeians. 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended : filence! Brx. Be patient 'till the latt.

Romans,

Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be filent, 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 Cæfar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæfar, this is my Answer: Not that I lov'd Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and dye all slaves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men? As Cæfar lov'd 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. New him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who's here so base, that would be a bond man? 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 vile, that will not love his Country? if any, speak ; for him have I offended I pause for a Reply

All. None, Brutus, none.

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done.no
more to Cæfar, than you shall do to Brutus. The
question of his death is inrolld in the Capitol; his glory
not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences
enforc'd, for which he suffered death.
· Enter Mark Antony, with Cæsar's body..
Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony ; who,
though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the
benefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth ; as
which of you shall not? With this I depart, that as I
flew my best lover for the good of Rome; I have the
fame dagger for myself, when it shall please my Country
to need my death.

All. Live, Brutus, live! live!
i Pleb. Briog him with triumph home unto his house..
VOL. VII.

2 Pleb.

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