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Julius Caesar
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by William Shakespeare
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Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine
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with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles
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Folger Shakespeare Library
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https://shakespeare.folger.edu/shakespeares-works/julius-caesar/
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Created on May 11, 2016, from FDT version 0.9.2.1
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Characters in the Play
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JULIUS CAESAR
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CALPHURNIA, his wife
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Servant to them
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MARCUS BRUTUS
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PORTIA, his wife
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LUCIUS, their servant
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Patricians who, with Brutus, conspire against Caesar:
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CAIUS CASSIUS
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CASCA
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CINNA
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DECIUS BRUTUS
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CAIUS LIGARIUS
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METELLUS CIMBER
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TREBONIUS
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Senators:
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CICERO
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PUBLIUS
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POPILIUS LENA
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Tribunes:
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FLAVIUS
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MARULLUS
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Rulers of Rome in Acts 4 and 5:
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MARK ANTONY
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LEPIDUS
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OCTAVIUS
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Servant to Antony
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Servant to Octavius
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Officers and soldiers in the armies of Brutus and Cassius:
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LUCILIUS
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TITINIUS
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MESSALA
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VARRO
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CLAUDIUS
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YOUNG CATO
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STRATO
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VOLUMNIUS
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LABEO (nonspeaking)
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FLAVIUS (nonspeaking)
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DARDANUS
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CLITUS
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A Carpenter
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A Cobbler
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A Soothsayer
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ARTEMIDORUS
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First, Second, Third, and Fourth Plebeians
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CINNA the poet
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PINDARUS, slave to Cassius, freed upon Cassius's death
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First, Second, Third, and Fourth Soldiers in Brutus's army
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Another Poet
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A Messenger
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First and Second Soldiers in Antony's army
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Citizens, Senators, Petitioners, Plebeians, Soldiers
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ACT 1
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Scene 1
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[Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners,
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including a Carpenter and a Cobbler, over the stage.]
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FLAVIUS
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Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
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Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
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Being mechanical, you ought not walk
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Upon a laboring day without the sign
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Of your profession?--Speak, what trade art thou?
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CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.
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MARULLUS
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Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
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What dost thou with thy best apparel on?--
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You, sir, what trade are you?
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COBBLER Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am
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but, as you would say, a cobbler.
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MARULLUS
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But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
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COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe
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conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad
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soles.
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FLAVIUS
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What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what
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trade?
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COBBLER Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me.
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Yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
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MARULLUS
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What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy
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fellow?
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COBBLER Why, sir, cobble you.
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FLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
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COBBLER Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the
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awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters nor
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women's matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, a
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surgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger,
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I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
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neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
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FLAVIUS
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But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
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Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
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COBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to
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get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we
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make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his
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triumph.
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MARULLUS
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Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
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What tributaries follow him to Rome
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To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless
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things!
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O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
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Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
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Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
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To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
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Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
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The livelong day, with patient expectation,
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To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.
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And when you saw his chariot but appear,
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Have you not made an universal shout,
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That Tiber trembled underneath her banks
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To hear the replication of your sounds
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Made in her concave shores?
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And do you now put on your best attire?
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And do you now cull out a holiday?
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And do you now strew flowers in his way
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That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
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Be gone!
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Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
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Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
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That needs must light on this ingratitude.
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FLAVIUS
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Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
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Assemble all the poor men of your sort,
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Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
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Into the channel, till the lowest stream
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Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
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[All the Commoners exit.]
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See whe'er their basest mettle be not moved.
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They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
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Go you down that way towards the Capitol.
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This way will I. Disrobe the images
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If you do find them decked with ceremonies.
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MARULLUS May we do so?
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You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
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FLAVIUS
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It is no matter. Let no images
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Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about
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And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
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So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
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These growing feathers plucked from Caesar's wing
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Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
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Who else would soar above the view of men
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And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
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[They exit in different directions.]
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Scene 2
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[Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,
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Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer;
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after them Marullus and Flavius and Commoners.]
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CAESAR
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Calphurnia.
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CASCA Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
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CAESAR Calphurnia.
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CALPHURNIA Here, my lord.
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CAESAR
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Stand you directly in Antonius' way
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When he doth run his course.--Antonius.
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ANTONY Caesar, my lord.
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CAESAR
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Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
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To touch Calphurnia, for our elders say
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The barren, touched in this holy chase,
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Shake off their sterile curse.
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ANTONY I shall remember.
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When Caesar says "Do this," it is performed.
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CAESAR
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Set on and leave no ceremony out. [Sennet.]
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SOOTHSAYER Caesar.
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CAESAR Ha! Who calls?
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CASCA
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Bid every noise be still. Peace, yet again!
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CAESAR
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Who is it in the press that calls on me?
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I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
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Cry "Caesar." Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
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SOOTHSAYER
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Beware the ides of March.
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CAESAR What man is that?
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BRUTUS
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A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
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CAESAR
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Set him before me. Let me see his face.
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CASSIUS
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Fellow, come from the throng.
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[The Soothsayer comes forward.]
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Look upon Caesar.
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CAESAR
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What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
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SOOTHSAYER Beware the ides of March.
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CAESAR
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He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
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[Sennet. All but Brutus and Cassius exit.]
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CASSIUS
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Will you go see the order of the course?
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BRUTUS Not I.
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CASSIUS I pray you, do.
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BRUTUS
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I am not gamesome. I do lack some part
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Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
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Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires.
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I'll leave you.
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CASSIUS
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Brutus, I do observe you now of late.
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I have not from your eyes that gentleness
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And show of love as I was wont to have.
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You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
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Over your friend that loves you.
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BRUTUS Cassius,
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Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
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I turn the trouble of my countenance
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Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
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Of late with passions of some difference,
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Conceptions only proper to myself,
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Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
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But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
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(Among which number, Cassius, be you one)
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Nor construe any further my neglect
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Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
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Forgets the shows of love to other men.
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CASSIUS
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Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
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By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
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Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
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Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
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BRUTUS
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No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
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But by reflection, by some other things.
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CASSIUS 'Tis just.
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And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
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That you have no such mirrors as will turn
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Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
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That you might see your shadow. I have heard
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Where many of the best respect in Rome,
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Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
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And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
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Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
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BRUTUS
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Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
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That you would have me seek into myself
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For that which is not in me?
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CASSIUS
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Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
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And since you know you cannot see yourself
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So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
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Will modestly discover to yourself
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That of yourself which you yet know not of.
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And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
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Were I a common laughter, or did use
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To stale with ordinary oaths my love
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To every new protester; if you know
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That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
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And after scandal them, or if you know
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That I profess myself in banqueting
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To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
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[Flourish and shout.]
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BRUTUS
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What means this shouting? I do fear the people
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Choose Caesar for their king.
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CASSIUS Ay, do you fear it?
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Then must I think you would not have it so.
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BRUTUS
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I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.
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But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
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What is it that you would impart to me?
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If it be aught toward the general good,
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Set honor in one eye and death i' th' other
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And I will look on both indifferently;
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For let the gods so speed me as I love
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The name of honor more than I fear death.
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CASSIUS
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I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
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As well as I do know your outward favor.
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Well, honor is the subject of my story.
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I cannot tell what you and other men
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Think of this life; but, for my single self,
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I had as lief not be as live to be
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In awe of such a thing as I myself.
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I was born free as Caesar; so were you;
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We both have fed as well, and we can both
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Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
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For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
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The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
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Caesar said to me "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
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Leap in with me into this angry flood
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And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
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Accoutered as I was, I plunged in
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And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
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The torrent roared, and we did buffet it
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With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
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And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
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But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
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Caesar cried "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!"
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I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
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Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
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The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
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Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
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Is now become a god, and Cassius is
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A wretched creature and must bend his body
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If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
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He had a fever when he was in Spain,
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And when the fit was on him, I did mark
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How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.
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His coward lips did from their color fly,
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And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
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Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.
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Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
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Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
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"Alas," it cried "Give me some drink, Titinius"
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As a sick girl. You gods, it doth amaze me
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A man of such a feeble temper should
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So get the start of the majestic world
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And bear the palm alone.
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[Shout. Flourish.]
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BRUTUS Another general shout!
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I do believe that these applauses are
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For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
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CASSIUS
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
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Like a Colossus, and we petty men
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Walk under his huge legs and peep about
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To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
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But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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"Brutus" and "Caesar"--what should be in that
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"Caesar"?
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Why should that name be sounded more than
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yours?
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Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
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Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
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Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
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"Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar."
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Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
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Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
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That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
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Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
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When went there by an age, since the great flood,
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But it was famed with more than with one man?
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When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
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That her wide walks encompassed but one man?
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Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough
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When there is in it but one only man.
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O, you and I have heard our fathers say
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There was a Brutus once that would have brooked
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Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
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As easily as a king.
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BRUTUS
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That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
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What you would work me to, I have some aim.
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How I have thought of this, and of these times,
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I shall recount hereafter. For this present,
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I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
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Be any further moved. What you have said
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I will consider; what you have to say
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I will with patience hear, and find a time
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Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
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Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
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Brutus had rather be a villager
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Than to repute himself a son of Rome
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Under these hard conditions as this time
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Is like to lay upon us.
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CASSIUS I am glad that my weak words
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Have struck but thus much show of fire from
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Brutus.
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[Enter Caesar and his train.]
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BRUTUS
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The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
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CASSIUS
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As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
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And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
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What hath proceeded worthy note today.
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BRUTUS
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I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
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The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
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And all the rest look like a chidden train.
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Calphurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero
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Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
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As we have seen him in the Capitol,
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Being crossed in conference by some senators.
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CASSIUS
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Casca will tell us what the matter is.
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CAESAR Antonius.
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ANTONY Caesar.
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CAESAR
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Let me have men about me that are fat,
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Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.
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Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
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He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
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ANTONY
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Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous.
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He is a noble Roman, and well given.
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CAESAR
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
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Yet if my name were liable to fear,
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I do not know the man I should avoid
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So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
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He is a great observer, and he looks
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Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
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As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
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Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
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As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
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That could be moved to smile at anything.
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Such men as he be never at heart's ease
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Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
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And therefore are they very dangerous.
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I rather tell thee what is to be feared
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Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
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Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
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And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
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[Sennet. Caesar and his train exit
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but Casca remains behind.]
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CASCA You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak
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with me?
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BRUTUS
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Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today
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That Caesar looks so sad.
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CASCA Why, you were with him, were you not?
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BRUTUS
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I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
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CASCA Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being
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offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
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thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.
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BRUTUS What was the second noise for?
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CASCA Why, for that too.
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CASSIUS
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They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?
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CASCA Why, for that too.
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BRUTUS Was the crown offered him thrice?
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CASCA Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by thrice, every
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time gentler than other; and at every putting-by,
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mine honest neighbors shouted.
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CASSIUS Who offered him the crown?
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CASCA Why, Antony.
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BRUTUS
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Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
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CASCA I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.
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It was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
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Antony offer him a crown (yet 'twas not a crown
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neither; 'twas one of these coronets), and, as I told
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you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my
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thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered
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it to him again; then he put it by again; but to my
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thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.
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And then he offered it the third time. He put it the
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third time by, and still as he refused it the rabblement
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hooted and clapped their chopped hands and
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threw up their sweaty nightcaps and uttered such a
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deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the
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crown that it had almost choked Caesar, for he
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swooned and fell down at it. And for mine own part,
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I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and
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receiving the bad air.
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CASSIUS
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But soft, I pray you. What, did Caesar swoon?
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CASCA He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at
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mouth and was speechless.
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BRUTUS
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'Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness.
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CASSIUS
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No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I
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And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
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CASCA I know not what you mean by that, but I am
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sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
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clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
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displeased them, as they use to do the players in the
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theater, I am no true man.
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BRUTUS
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What said he when he came unto himself?
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CASCA Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived
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the common herd was glad he refused the crown,
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he plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
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throat to cut. An I had been a man of any occupation,
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if I would not have taken him at a word, I
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would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
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he fell. When he came to himself again, he said if he
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had done or said anything amiss, he desired their
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Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four
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wenches where I stood cried "Alas, good soul!" and
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forgave him with all their hearts. But there's no
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heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed
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their mothers, they would have done no less.
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BRUTUS
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And, after that, he came thus sad away?
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CASCA Ay.
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CASSIUS Did Cicero say anything?
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CASCA Ay, he spoke Greek.
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CASSIUS To what effect?
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CASCA Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' th'
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face again. But those that understood him smiled at
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one another and shook their heads. But for mine
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own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
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news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarves
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off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
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well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember
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it.
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CASSIUS Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
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CASCA No, I am promised forth.
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CASSIUS Will you dine with me tomorrow?
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CASCA Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your
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dinner worth the eating.
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CASSIUS Good. I will expect you.
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CASCA Do so. Farewell both. [He exits.]
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BRUTUS
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What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
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He was quick mettle when he went to school.
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CASSIUS
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So is he now in execution
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Of any bold or noble enterprise,
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However he puts on this tardy form.
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This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
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Which gives men stomach to digest his words
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With better appetite.
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BRUTUS
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And so it is. For this time I will leave you.
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Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
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I will come home to you; or, if you will,
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Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
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CASSIUS
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I will do so. Till then, think of the world.
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[Brutus exits.]
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Well, Brutus, thou art noble. Yet I see
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|
Thy honorable mettle may be wrought
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|
From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet
|
|
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
|
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For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
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Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
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|
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
|
|
He should not humor me. I will this night
|
|
In several hands in at his windows throw,
|
|
As if they came from several citizens,
|
|
Writings, all tending to the great opinion
|
|
That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely
|
|
Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at
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|
And after this, let Caesar seat him sure,
|
|
For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
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[He exits.]
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Scene 3
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=======
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[Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca and Cicero.]
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CICERO
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Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?
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Why are you breathless? And why stare you so?
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CASCA
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Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
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|
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
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|
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
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|
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
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Th' ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
|
|
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds;
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|
But never till tonight, never till now,
|
|
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
|
|
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
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|
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
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|
Incenses them to send destruction.
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CICERO
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Why, saw you anything more wonderful?
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CASCA
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|
A common slave (you know him well by sight)
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|
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
|
|
Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,
|
|
Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
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|
Besides (I ha' not since put up my sword),
|
|
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
|
|
Who glazed 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
|
|
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
|
|
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
|
|
Even at noonday upon the marketplace,
|
|
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
|
|
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
|
|
"These are their reasons, they are natural,"
|
|
For I believe they are portentous things
|
|
Unto the climate that they point upon.
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CICERO
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Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time.
|
|
But men may construe things after their fashion,
|
|
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
|
|
Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?
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CASCA
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|
He doth, for he did bid Antonius
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|
Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.
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CICERO
|
|
Good night then, Casca. This disturbed sky
|
|
Is not to walk in.
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CASCA Farewell, Cicero [Cicero exits.]
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|
[Enter Cassius.]
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CASSIUS
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|
Who's there?
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CASCA A Roman.
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CASSIUS Casca, by your voice.
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CASCA
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|
Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
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CASSIUS
|
|
A very pleasing night to honest men.
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CASCA
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|
Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
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CASSIUS
|
|
Those that have known the Earth so full of faults.
|
|
For my part, I have walked about the streets,
|
|
Submitting 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 seemed to open
|
|
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
|
|
Even in the aim and very flash of it.
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CASCA
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|
But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
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|
It is the part of men to fear and tremble
|
|
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
|
|
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
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CASSIUS
|
|
You 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.
|
|
But 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, fools, and children calculate,
|
|
Why all these things change from their ordinance,
|
|
Their 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.
|
|
Now 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
|
|
In personal action, yet prodigious grown,
|
|
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
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CASCA
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|
'Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?
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CASSIUS
|
|
Let it be who it is. For Romans now
|
|
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors.
|
|
But, woe the while, our fathers' minds are dead,
|
|
And we are governed with our mothers' spirits.
|
|
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
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CASCA
|
|
Indeed, they say the Senators tomorrow
|
|
Mean to establish Caesar as a king,
|
|
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land
|
|
In every place save here in Italy.
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CASSIUS
|
|
I know where I will wear this dagger then;
|
|
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
|
|
Therein, you gods, you make the weak most strong;
|
|
Therein, you 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,
|
|
Never 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. [Thunder still.]
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|
CASCA So can I.
|
|
So every bondman in his own hand bears
|
|
The power to cancel his captivity.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
And 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;
|
|
He 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
|
|
So 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 armed,
|
|
And dangers are to me indifferent.
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|
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|
CASCA
|
|
You speak to Casca, and to such a man
|
|
That is no fleering telltale. Hold. My hand.
|
|
[They shake hands.]
|
|
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
|
|
And I will set this foot of mine as far
|
|
As who goes farthest.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS There'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 honorable-dangerous consequence.
|
|
And 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 favor 's like the work we have in hand,
|
|
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Cinna.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
CASCA
|
|
Stand 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?
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
No, it is Casca, one incorporate
|
|
To our attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna?
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
|
|
There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Am I not stayed for? Tell me.
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could
|
|
But win the noble Brutus to our party--
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS, [handing him papers]
|
|
Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
|
|
And 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.
|
|
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
All 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.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
That done, repair to Pompey's Theater.
|
|
[Cinna exits.]
|
|
Come, 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.
|
|
|
|
CASCA
|
|
O, he sits high in all the people's hearts,
|
|
And that which would appear offense in us
|
|
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
|
|
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Him and his worth and our great need of him
|
|
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
|
|
For it is after midnight, and ere day
|
|
We will awake him and be sure of him.
|
|
[They exit.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
ACT 2
|
|
=====
|
|
|
|
Scene 1
|
|
=======
|
|
[Enter Brutus in his orchard.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS What, 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.--
|
|
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
|
|
|
|
[Enter Lucius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS Called you, my lord?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
|
|
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS I will, my lord. [He exits.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
It 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 crowned:
|
|
How that might change his nature, there's the
|
|
question.
|
|
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
|
|
And 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.
|
|
Th' abuse of greatness is when it disjoins
|
|
Remorse from power. And, to speak truth of Caesar,
|
|
I have not known when his affections swayed
|
|
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,
|
|
He 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 color for the thing he is,
|
|
Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
|
|
Would run to these and these extremities.
|
|
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
|
|
Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow
|
|
mischievous,
|
|
And kill him in the shell.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Lucius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS
|
|
The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
|
|
Searching the window for a flint, I found
|
|
This paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure
|
|
It did not lie there when I went to bed.
|
|
[Gives him the letter.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Get you to bed again. It is not day.
|
|
Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS I know not, sir.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS I will, sir. [He exits.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
|
|
Give so much light that I may read by them.
|
|
[Opens the letter and reads.]
|
|
|
|
Brutus, thou sleep'st. Awake, and see thyself!
|
|
Shall Rome, etc. Speak, strike, redress!
|
|
"Brutus, thou sleep'st. Awake."
|
|
Such instigations have been often dropped
|
|
Where I have took them up.
|
|
"Shall Rome, etc." 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 called a king.
|
|
"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.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Lucius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
|
|
[Knock within.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
|
|
[Lucius exits.]
|
|
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
|
|
Like 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.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Lucius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS
|
|
Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
|
|
Who doth desire to see you.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Is he alone?
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS
|
|
No, sir. There are more with him.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Do you know
|
|
them?
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS
|
|
No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
|
|
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
|
|
That by no means I may discover them
|
|
By any mark of favor.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Let 'em enter. [Lucius exits.]
|
|
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
|
|
Sham'st thou to show thy dang'rous 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.
|
|
Hide it in smiles and affability;
|
|
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
|
|
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
|
|
To hide thee from prevention.
|
|
|
|
[Enter the conspirators, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna,
|
|
Metellus, and Trebonius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
I think we are too bold upon your rest.
|
|
Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
I have been up this hour, awake all night.
|
|
Know I these men that come along with you?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Yes, every man of them; and no man here
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But honors you, and every one doth wish
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You had but that opinion of yourself
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Which every noble Roman bears of you.
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This is Trebonius.
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BRUTUS He is welcome hither.
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CASSIUS
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This, Decius Brutus.
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BRUTUS He is welcome too.
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CASSIUS
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This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
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BRUTUS They are all welcome.
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What watchful cares do interpose themselves
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Betwixt your eyes and night?
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CASSIUS Shall I entreat a word?
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[Brutus and Cassius whisper.]
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DECIUS
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Here lies the east; doth not the day break here?
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CASCA No.
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CINNA
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O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
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That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
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CASCA
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You shall confess that you are both deceived.
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Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
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Which is a great way growing on the south,
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Weighing the youthful season of the year.
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Some two months hence, up higher toward the
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north
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He first presents his fire, and the high east
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Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
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BRUTUS, [coming forward with Cassius]
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Give me your hands all over, one by one.
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CASSIUS
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And let us swear our resolution.
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BRUTUS
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No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
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The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse--
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If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
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And every man hence to his idle bed.
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So let high-sighted tyranny range on
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Till each man drop by lottery. But if these--
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As I am sure they do--bear fire enough
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To kindle cowards and to steel with valor
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The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
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What need we any spur but our own cause
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To prick us to redress? What other bond
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Than secret Romans that have spoke the word
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And will not palter? And what other oath
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Than honesty to honesty engaged
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That this shall be or we will fall for it?
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Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
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Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
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That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
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Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
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The even virtue of our enterprise,
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Nor th' insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
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To think that or our cause or our performance
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Did need an oath, when every drop of blood
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That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
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Is guilty of a several bastardy
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If he do break the smallest particle
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Of any promise that hath passed from him.
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CASSIUS
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But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
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I think he will stand very strong with us.
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CASCA
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Let us not leave him out.
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CINNA No, by no means.
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METELLUS
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O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
|
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Will purchase us a good opinion
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And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
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It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands.
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Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
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But all be buried in his gravity.
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BRUTUS
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O, name him not! Let us not break with him,
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For he will never follow anything
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That other men begin.
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CASSIUS Then leave him out.
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CASCA Indeed, he is not fit.
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DECIUS
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Shall no man else be touched, but only Caesar?
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CASSIUS
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Decius, well urged. I think it is not meet
|
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Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
|
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Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him
|
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A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
|
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If he improve them, may well stretch so far
|
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As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
|
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Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
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BRUTUS
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Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
|
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To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
|
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Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
|
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For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
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Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
|
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We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,
|
|
And 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.
|
|
Let'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
|
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Our purpose necessary and not envious;
|
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Which so appearing to the common eyes,
|
|
We shall be called purgers, not murderers.
|
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And for Mark Antony, think not of him,
|
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For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
|
|
When Caesar's head is off.
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CASSIUS Yet I fear him,
|
|
For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar--
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BRUTUS
|
|
Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
|
|
If he love Caesar, all that he can do
|
|
Is 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.
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TREBONIUS
|
|
There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
|
|
For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.
|
|
[Clock strikes.]
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BRUTUS
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|
Peace, count the clock.
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CASSIUS The clock hath stricken
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three.
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TREBONIUS
|
|
'Tis time to part.
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CASSIUS But it is doubtful yet
|
|
Whether Caesar will come forth today or no,
|
|
For 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 unaccustomed terror of this night,
|
|
And the persuasion of his augurers
|
|
May hold him from the Capitol today.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
Never fear that. If he be so resolved,
|
|
I can o'ersway him, for he loves to hear
|
|
That unicorns may be betrayed with trees,
|
|
And 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,
|
|
For I can give his humor the true bent,
|
|
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
|
|
|
|
METELLUS
|
|
Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
|
|
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.
|
|
I wonder none of you have thought of him.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Now, good Metellus, go along by him.
|
|
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.
|
|
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
The 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.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.
|
|
Let 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.
|
|
[All but Brutus exit.]
|
|
Boy! Lucius!--Fast asleep? It is no matter.
|
|
Enjoy 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.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Portia.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
PORTIA Brutus, my lord.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
|
|
It is not for your health thus to commit
|
|
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
|
|
|
|
PORTIA
|
|
Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
|
|
Stole from my bed. And yesternight at supper
|
|
You suddenly arose and walked about,
|
|
Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
|
|
And when I asked you what the matter was,
|
|
You stared upon me with ungentle looks.
|
|
I urged you further; then you scratched your head
|
|
And too impatiently stamped with your foot.
|
|
Yet I insisted; yet you answered not,
|
|
But with an angry wafture of your hand
|
|
Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,
|
|
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
|
|
Which seemed too much enkindled, and withal
|
|
Hoping it was but an effect of humor,
|
|
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
|
|
As it hath much prevailed on your condition,
|
|
I should not know you Brutus. Dear my lord,
|
|
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
I am not well in health, and that is all.
|
|
|
|
PORTIA
|
|
Brutus is wise and, were he not in health,
|
|
He would embrace the means to come by it.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Why so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
|
|
|
|
PORTIA
|
|
Is Brutus sick? And is it physical
|
|
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
|
|
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
|
|
And 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 offense within your mind,
|
|
Which by the right and virtue of my place
|
|
I ought to know of. [She kneels.] 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,
|
|
That you unfold to me, your self, your half,
|
|
Why you are heavy, and what men tonight
|
|
Have had resort to you; for here have been
|
|
Some six or seven who did hide their faces
|
|
Even from darkness.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Kneel not, gentle Portia.
|
|
[He lifts her up.]
|
|
|
|
PORTIA
|
|
I 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 your self
|
|
But, 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.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
You are my true and honorable wife,
|
|
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
|
|
That visit my sad heart.
|
|
|
|
PORTIA
|
|
If this were true, then should I know this secret.
|
|
I grant I am a woman, but withal
|
|
A 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 fathered and so husbanded?
|
|
Tell 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?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS O you gods,
|
|
Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Knock.]
|
|
Hark, hark, one knocks. Portia, go in awhile,
|
|
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
|
|
The secrets of my heart.
|
|
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
|
|
All the charactery of my sad brows.
|
|
Leave me with haste. [Portia exits.]
|
|
Lucius, who 's that knocks?
|
|
|
|
[Enter Lucius and Ligarius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
LUCIUS
|
|
Here is a sick man that would speak with you.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spoke of.--
|
|
Boy, stand aside. [Lucius exits.]
|
|
Caius Ligarius, how?
|
|
|
|
LIGARIUS
|
|
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
|
|
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
|
|
|
|
LIGARIUS
|
|
I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
|
|
Any exploit worthy the name of honor.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
|
|
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
|
|
|
|
LIGARIUS
|
|
By all the gods that Romans bow before,
|
|
I here discard my sickness.
|
|
[He takes off his kerchief.]
|
|
Soul of Rome,
|
|
Brave son derived from honorable loins,
|
|
Thou like an exorcist hast conjured up
|
|
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
|
|
And I will strive with things impossible,
|
|
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
|
|
|
|
LIGARIUS
|
|
But are not some whole that we must make sick?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
|
|
I shall unfold to thee as we are going
|
|
To whom it must be done.
|
|
|
|
LIGARIUS Set 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. [Thunder.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Follow me then.
|
|
[They exit.]
|
|
|
|
Scene 2
|
|
=======
|
|
[Thunder and lightning. Enter Julius Caesar in his
|
|
nightgown.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Nor heaven nor Earth have been at peace tonight.
|
|
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out
|
|
"Help ho, they murder Caesar!"--Who's within?
|
|
|
|
[Enter a Servant.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
SERVANT My lord.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
|
|
And bring me their opinions of success.
|
|
|
|
SERVANT I will, my lord. [He exits.]
|
|
|
|
[Enter Calphurnia.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
CALPHURNIA
|
|
What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
|
|
You shall not stir out of your house today.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me
|
|
Ne'er looked but on my back. When they shall see
|
|
The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
|
|
|
|
CALPHURNIA
|
|
Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
|
|
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
|
|
Besides 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 yawned and yielded up their dead.
|
|
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds
|
|
In 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.
|
|
O Caesar, these things are beyond all use,
|
|
And I do fear them.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR What can be avoided
|
|
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
|
|
Yet Caesar shall go forth, for these predictions
|
|
Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
|
|
|
|
CALPHURNIA
|
|
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
|
|
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
|
|
princes.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
|
|
The valiant never taste of death but once.
|
|
Of 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.
|
|
|
|
[Enter a Servant.]
|
|
|
|
What say the augurers?
|
|
|
|
SERVANT
|
|
They would not have you to stir forth today.
|
|
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
|
|
They could not find a heart within the beast.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
The gods do this in shame of cowardice.
|
|
Caesar should be a beast without a heart
|
|
If he should stay at home today for fear.
|
|
No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well
|
|
That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
|
|
We are two lions littered in one day,
|
|
And I the elder and more terrible.
|
|
And Caesar shall go forth.
|
|
|
|
CALPHURNIA Alas, my lord,
|
|
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
|
|
Do not go forth today. Call it my fear
|
|
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
|
|
We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate House,
|
|
And he shall say you are not well today.
|
|
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. [She kneels.]
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
|
|
And for thy humor I will stay at home.
|
|
[He lifts her up.]
|
|
|
|
[Enter Decius.]
|
|
|
|
Here's Decius Brutus; he shall tell them so.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar.
|
|
I come to fetch you to the Senate House.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
And you are come in very happy time
|
|
To bear my greeting to the Senators
|
|
And tell them that I will not come today.
|
|
Cannot is false, and that I dare not, falser.
|
|
I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.
|
|
|
|
CALPHURNIA
|
|
Say he is sick.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR Shall Caesar send a lie?
|
|
Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far,
|
|
To be afeard to tell graybeards the truth?
|
|
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
|
|
Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
The 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.
|
|
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.
|
|
She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,
|
|
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
|
|
And evils imminent, and on her knee
|
|
Hath begged that I will stay at home today.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
This dream is all amiss interpreted.
|
|
It was a vision fair and fortunate.
|
|
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
|
|
In 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 Calphurnia's dream is signified.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
And this way have you well expounded it.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
I 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,
|
|
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
|
|
Apt to be rendered, for someone to say
|
|
"Break up the Senate till another time,
|
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When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams."
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If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
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"Lo, Caesar is afraid"?
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Pardon me, Caesar, for my dear dear love
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To your proceeding bids me tell you this,
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And reason to my love is liable.
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CAESAR
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How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia!
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I am ashamed I did yield to them.
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Give me my robe, for I will go.
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[Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,
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Cinna, and Publius.]
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And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
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PUBLIUS
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Good morrow, Caesar.
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CAESAR Welcome, Publius.--
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What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?--
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Good morrow, Casca.--Caius Ligarius,
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Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
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As that same ague which hath made you lean.--
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What is 't o'clock?
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BRUTUS Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
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CAESAR
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I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
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[Enter Antony.]
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See, Antony that revels long a-nights
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Is notwithstanding up.--Good morrow, Antony.
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ANTONY So to most noble Caesar.
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CAESAR, [to Servant] Bid them prepare within.--
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I am to blame to be thus waited for. [Servant exits.]
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Now, Cinna.--Now, Metellus.--What, Trebonius,
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I have an hour's talk in store for you.
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Remember that you call on me today;
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Be near me that I may remember you.
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TREBONIUS
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Caesar, I will. [Aside.] And so near will I be
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That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
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CAESAR
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Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me,
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And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
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BRUTUS, [aside]
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That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
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The heart of Brutus earns to think upon.
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[They exit.]
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Scene 3
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[Enter Artemidorus reading a paper.]
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ARTEMIDORUS Caesar, beware of Brutus, take heed of
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Cassius, come not near Casca, have an eye to Cinna,
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trust not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber.
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Decius Brutus loves thee not. Thou hast wronged
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Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these
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men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou beest not
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immortal, look about you. Security gives way to
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conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!
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Thy lover,
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Artemidorus
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Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
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And as a suitor will I give him this.
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My heart laments that virtue cannot live
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Out of the teeth of emulation.
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If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live;
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If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
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[He exits.]
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Scene 4
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[Enter Portia and Lucius.]
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PORTIA
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I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.
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Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
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Why dost thou stay?
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LUCIUS To know my errand, madam.
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PORTIA
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I would have had thee there and here again
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Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
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[Aside.] O constancy, be strong upon my side;
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Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue.
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I have a man's mind but a woman's might.
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How hard it is for women to keep counsel!--
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Art thou here yet?
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LUCIUS Madam, what should I do?
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Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
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And so return to you, and nothing else?
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PORTIA
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Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
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For he went sickly forth. And take good note
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What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
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Hark, boy, what noise is that?
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LUCIUS I hear none, madam.
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PORTIA Prithee, listen well.
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I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,
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And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
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LUCIUS Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
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[Enter the Soothsayer.]
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PORTIA
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Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
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SOOTHSAYER At mine own house, good lady.
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PORTIA What is 't o'clock?
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SOOTHSAYER About the ninth hour, lady.
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PORTIA
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Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
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SOOTHSAYER
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Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand
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To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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PORTIA
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Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
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SOOTHSAYER
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That I have, lady. If it will please Caesar
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To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
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I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
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PORTIA
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Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards
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him?
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SOOTHSAYER
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None that I know will be, much that I fear may
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chance.
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Good morrow to you.--Here the street is narrow.
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|
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
|
|
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
|
|
Will 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. [He exits.]
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PORTIA
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I must go in. [Aside.] Ay me, how weak a thing
|
|
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
|
|
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
|
|
Sure the boy heard me. [To Lucius.] Brutus hath a
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suit
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That Caesar will not grant. [Aside.] O, I grow
|
|
faint.--
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Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord.
|
|
Say I am merry. Come to me again
|
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And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
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[They exit separately.]
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ACT 3
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Scene 1
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[Flourish. Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus; Brutus, Cassius,
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Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna; Publius,
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|
Popilius, Artemidorus, the Soothsayer, and other
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|
Senators and Petitioners.]
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CAESAR The ides of March are come.
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SOOTHSAYER Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
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ARTEMIDORUS Hail, Caesar. Read this schedule.
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DECIUS
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Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
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At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
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ARTEMIDORUS
|
|
O Caesar, read mine first, for mine's a suit
|
|
That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.
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CAESAR
|
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What touches us ourself shall be last served.
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ARTEMIDORUS
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Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
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CAESAR
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What, is the fellow mad?
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PUBLIUS Sirrah, give place.
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CASSIUS
|
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What, urge you your petitions in the street?
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Come to the Capitol.
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|
[Caesar goes forward, the rest following.]
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POPILIUS, [to Cassius]
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I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
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CASSIUS What enterprise, Popilius?
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POPILIUS Fare you well. [He walks away.]
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BRUTUS What said Popilius Lena?
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CASSIUS
|
|
He wished today our enterprise might thrive.
|
|
I fear our purpose is discovered.
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BRUTUS
|
|
Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.
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CASSIUS
|
|
Casca, 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.
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|
BRUTUS Cassius, be constant.
|
|
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,
|
|
For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
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CASSIUS
|
|
Trebonius knows his time, for look you, Brutus,
|
|
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
|
|
[Trebonius and Antony exit.]
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DECIUS
|
|
Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go
|
|
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
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BRUTUS
|
|
He is addressed. Press near and second him.
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CINNA
|
|
Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
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|
|
CAESAR
|
|
Are we all ready? What is now amiss
|
|
That Caesar and his Senate must redress?
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|
|
METELLUS, [kneeling]
|
|
Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
|
|
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
|
|
An humble heart.
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|
|
CAESAR I must prevent thee, Cimber.
|
|
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
|
|
Might fire the blood of ordinary men
|
|
And turn preordinance and first decree
|
|
Into the law of children. Be not fond
|
|
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
|
|
That will be thawed from the true quality
|
|
With that which melteth fools--I mean sweet
|
|
words,
|
|
Low-crooked curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
|
|
Thy brother by decree is banished.
|
|
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
|
|
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
|
|
Know: Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
|
|
Will he be satisfied.
|
|
|
|
METELLUS
|
|
Is there no voice more worthy than my own
|
|
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
|
|
For the repealing of my banished brother?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS, [kneeling]
|
|
I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar,
|
|
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
|
|
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
What, Brutus?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS, [kneeling]
|
|
Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon!
|
|
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
|
|
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
|
|
|
|
CAESAR
|
|
I could be well moved, if I were as you.
|
|
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
|
|
But I am constant as the Northern Star,
|
|
Of whose true fixed and resting quality
|
|
There is no fellow in the firmament.
|
|
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
|
|
They are all fire, and every one doth shine.
|
|
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
|
|
So in the world: 'tis furnished 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,
|
|
Unshaked of motion; and that I am he
|
|
Let me a little show it, even in this:
|
|
That I was constant Cimber should be banished
|
|
And constant do remain to keep him so.
|
|
|
|
CINNA, [kneeling]
|
|
O Caesar--
|
|
|
|
CAESAR Hence. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
|
|
|
|
DECIUS, [kneeling]
|
|
Great Caesar--
|
|
|
|
CAESAR Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
|
|
|
|
CASCA Speak, hands, for me!
|
|
[As Casca strikes, the others rise up and stab Caesar.]
|
|
|
|
CAESAR Et tu, Brute?--Then fall, Caesar.
|
|
[He dies.]
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
|
|
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Some to the common pulpits and cry out
|
|
"Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement."
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
People and Senators, be not affrighted.
|
|
Fly not; stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.
|
|
|
|
CASCA
|
|
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS And Cassius too.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Where's Publius?
|
|
|
|
CINNA
|
|
Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
|
|
|
|
METELLUS
|
|
Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
|
|
Should chance--
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Talk not of standing.--Publius, good cheer.
|
|
There is no harm intended to your person,
|
|
Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
And leave us, Publius, lest that the people,
|
|
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Do so, and let no man abide this deed
|
|
But we the doers.
|
|
[All but the Conspirators exit.]
|
|
|
|
[Enter Trebonius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Where is Antony?
|
|
|
|
TREBONIUS Fled to his house amazed.
|
|
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run
|
|
As it were doomsday.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Fates, we will know your
|
|
pleasures.
|
|
That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time,
|
|
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
|
|
|
|
CASCA
|
|
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
|
|
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
|
|
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
|
|
His 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 marketplace,
|
|
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
|
|
Let's all cry "Peace, freedom, and liberty!"
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Stoop then, and wash.
|
|
[They smear their hands and swords with Caesar's blood.]
|
|
How many ages hence
|
|
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
|
|
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
|
|
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
|
|
No worthier than the dust!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS So oft as that shall be,
|
|
So often shall the knot of us be called
|
|
The men that gave their country liberty.
|
|
|
|
DECIUS
|
|
What, shall we forth?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Ay, every man away.
|
|
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
|
|
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
|
|
|
|
[Enter a Servant.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
|
|
|
|
SERVANT, [kneeling]
|
|
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.
|
|
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,
|
|
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
|
|
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
|
|
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving.
|
|
Say, I love Brutus, and I honor him;
|
|
Say, I feared Caesar, honored 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,
|
|
Mark 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.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman.
|
|
I never thought him worse.
|
|
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
|
|
He shall be satisfied and, by my honor,
|
|
Depart untouched.
|
|
|
|
SERVANT I'll fetch him presently.
|
|
[Servant exits.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
I know that we shall have him well to friend.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
I wish we may; but yet have I a mind
|
|
That fears him much, and my misgiving still
|
|
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Antony.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
But here comes Antony.--Welcome, Mark Antony!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low?
|
|
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils
|
|
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.--
|
|
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
|
|
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.
|
|
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
|
|
As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument
|
|
Of half that worth as those your swords made rich
|
|
With the most noble blood of all this world.
|
|
I do beseech you, if you bear me hard,
|
|
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
|
|
Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
|
|
I shall not find myself so apt to die;
|
|
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
|
|
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
|
|
The choice and master spirits of this age.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
O Antony, beg not your death of us!
|
|
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
|
|
As by our hands and this our present act
|
|
You see we do, yet see you but our hands
|
|
And this the bleeding business they have done.
|
|
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
|
|
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
|
|
(As fire drives out fire, so pity pity)
|
|
Hath done this deed on 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
|
|
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
|
|
In the disposing of new dignities.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Only be patient till we have appeased
|
|
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
|
|
And then we will deliver you the cause
|
|
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
|
|
Have thus proceeded.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY I doubt not of your wisdom.
|
|
Let each man render me his bloody hand.
|
|
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you.--
|
|
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand.--
|
|
Now, Decius Brutus, yours;--now yours,
|
|
Metellus;--
|
|
Yours, Cinna;--and, my valiant Casca, yours;--
|
|
Though last, not least in love, yours, good
|
|
Trebonius.--
|
|
Gentlemen all--alas, what shall I say?
|
|
My credit now stands on such slippery ground
|
|
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
|
|
Either a coward or a flatterer.--
|
|
That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true!
|
|
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
|
|
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death
|
|
To see thy Antony making his peace,
|
|
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes--
|
|
Most noble!--in the presence of thy corpse?
|
|
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
|
|
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
|
|
It would become me better than to close
|
|
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
|
|
Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bayed, brave
|
|
hart,
|
|
Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand
|
|
Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned 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
|
|
Dost thou here lie!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Mark Antony--
|
|
|
|
ANTONY Pardon me, Caius Cassius.
|
|
The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
|
|
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
|
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CASSIUS
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I blame you not for praising Caesar so.
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But what compact mean you to have with us?
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Will you be pricked in number of our friends,
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Or shall we on and not depend on you?
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ANTONY
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Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
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Swayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.
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Friends am I with you all and love you all,
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Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
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Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
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BRUTUS
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Or else were this a savage spectacle.
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Our reasons are so full of good regard
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That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
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You should be satisfied.
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ANTONY That's all I seek;
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And am, moreover, suitor that I may
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Produce his body to the marketplace,
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And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
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Speak in the order of his funeral.
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BRUTUS
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You shall, Mark Antony.
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CASSIUS Brutus, a word with you.
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[Aside to Brutus.] You know not what you do. Do
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not consent
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That Antony speak in his funeral.
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Know you how much the people may be moved
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By that which he will utter?
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BRUTUS, [aside to Cassius] By your pardon,
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I will myself into the pulpit first
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And show the reason of our Caesar's death.
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What Antony shall speak I will protest
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He speaks by leave and by permission,
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And that we are contented Caesar shall
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Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
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It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
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CASSIUS, [aside to Brutus]
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I know not what may fall. I like it not.
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BRUTUS
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Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
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You shall not in your funeral speech blame us
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But speak all good you can devise of Caesar
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And say you do 't by our permission,
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Else shall you not have any hand at all
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About his funeral. And you shall speak
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In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
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After my speech is ended.
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ANTONY Be it so.
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I do desire no more.
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BRUTUS
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Prepare the body, then, and follow us.
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[All but Antony exit.]
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ANTONY
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O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
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That I am meek and gentle with these butchers.
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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
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That ever lived in the tide of times.
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Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
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Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
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(Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
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To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
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A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
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Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
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Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
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Blood and destruction shall be so in use
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And dreadful objects so familiar
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That mothers shall but smile when they behold
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Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
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And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
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With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
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Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
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Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
|
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That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
|
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With carrion men groaning for burial.
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[Enter Octavius' Servant.]
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You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
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SERVANT I do, Mark Antony.
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ANTONY
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Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
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SERVANT
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He did receive his letters and is coming,
|
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And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
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O Caesar!
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ANTONY
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Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
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Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
|
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Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
|
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Began to water. Is thy master coming?
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SERVANT
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He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
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ANTONY
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Post back with speed and tell him what hath
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chanced.
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Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
|
|
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet.
|
|
Hie hence and tell him so.--Yet stay awhile;
|
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Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corpse
|
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Into the marketplace. There shall I try,
|
|
In my oration, how the people take
|
|
The cruel issue of these bloody men,
|
|
According to the which thou shalt discourse
|
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To young Octavius of the state of things.
|
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Lend me your hand.
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[They exit with Caesar's body.]
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Scene 2
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=======
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[Enter Brutus and Cassius with the Plebeians.]
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PLEBEIANS
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We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!
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BRUTUS
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Then follow me and give me audience, friends.--
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Cassius, go you into the other street
|
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And part the numbers.--
|
|
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
|
|
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
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And public reasons shall be rendered
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Of Caesar's death.
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FIRST PLEBEIAN I will hear Brutus speak.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN
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I will hear Cassius, and compare their reasons
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When severally we hear them rendered.
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[Cassius exits with some of the Plebeians.
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Brutus goes into the pulpit.]
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THIRD PLEBEIAN
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The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence.
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BRUTUS Be patient till the last.
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Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my
|
|
cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me
|
|
for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor
|
|
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 Caesar'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
|
|
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all
|
|
freemen? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him. As he
|
|
was fortunate, I rejoice at it. As he was valiant, I
|
|
honor him. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
|
|
There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor
|
|
for his valor, 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 vile that will not
|
|
love his country? If any, speak, for him have I
|
|
offended. I pause for a reply.
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PLEBEIANS None, Brutus, none.
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BRUTUS Then none have I offended. I have done no
|
|
more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The
|
|
question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol, his
|
|
glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy, nor
|
|
his offenses enforced for which he suffered death.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Mark Antony and others with Caesar's body.]
|
|
|
|
Here comes his body, mourned 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 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.
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PLEBEIANS Live, Brutus, live, live!
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FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
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Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
Give him a statue with his ancestors.
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THIRD PLEBEIAN
|
|
Let him be Caesar.
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|
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Caesar's better parts
|
|
Shall be crowned in Brutus.
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|
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FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
We'll bring him to his house with shouts and
|
|
clamors.
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|
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BRUTUS
|
|
My countrymen--
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|
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SECOND PLEBEIAN Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
|
|
|
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FIRST PLEBEIAN Peace, ho!
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|
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BRUTUS
|
|
Good 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
|
|
(By our permission) is allowed to make.
|
|
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
|
|
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
|
|
[He descends and exits.]
|
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|
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FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony!
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN
|
|
Let him go up into the public chair.
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|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
We'll hear him.--Noble Antony, go up.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
|
|
[He goes into the pulpit.]
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN What does he say of Brutus?
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN He says for Brutus' sake
|
|
He finds himself beholding to us all.
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN
|
|
'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
This Caesar was a tyrant.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN Nay, that's certain.
|
|
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
You gentle Romans--
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|
|
|
PLEBEIANS Peace, ho! Let us hear him.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
|
|
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
|
|
The evil that men do lives after them;
|
|
The 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 answered it.
|
|
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
|
|
(For Brutus is an honorable man;
|
|
So are they all, all honorable men),
|
|
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
|
|
He was my friend, faithful and just to me,
|
|
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
|
|
And Brutus is an honorable man.
|
|
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
|
|
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
|
|
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
|
|
When 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 honorable man.
|
|
You all did see that on the Lupercal
|
|
I 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 honorable man.
|
|
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
|
|
But 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;
|
|
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
|
|
And I must pause till it come back to me. [He weeps.]
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
|
|
Caesar has had great wrong.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN Has he, masters?
|
|
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN
|
|
Marked you his words? He would not take the
|
|
crown;
|
|
Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN
|
|
There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN
|
|
Now mark him. He begins again to speak.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
But yesterday the word of Caesar might
|
|
Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,
|
|
And 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 honorable men.
|
|
I will not do them wrong. I rather choose
|
|
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
|
|
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
|
|
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar.
|
|
I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.
|
|
Let 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
|
|
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
|
|
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
|
|
Unto their issue.
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN
|
|
We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
The will, the will! We will hear Caesar's will.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Have 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, hearing the will of Caesar,
|
|
It will inflame you; it will make you mad.
|
|
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,
|
|
For if you should, O, what would come of it?
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN
|
|
Read the will! We'll hear it, Antony.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?
|
|
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
|
|
I fear I wrong the honorable men
|
|
Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN They were traitors. Honorable men?
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS The will! The testament!
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN They were villains, murderers. The
|
|
will! Read the will.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
You 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?
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS Come down.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN Descend.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN You shall have leave.
|
|
[Antony descends.]
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN A ring; stand round.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN
|
|
Stand from the hearse. Stand from the body.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Nay, press not so upon me. Stand far off.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS Stand back! Room! Bear back!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
|
|
You all do know this mantle. I remember
|
|
The 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.
|
|
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed,
|
|
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
|
|
Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
|
|
As rushing out of doors to be resolved
|
|
If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;
|
|
For 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,
|
|
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart,
|
|
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
|
|
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
|
|
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
|
|
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
|
|
Then I and you and all of us fell down,
|
|
Whilst bloody treason flourished 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
|
|
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
|
|
[Antony lifts Caesar's cloak.]
|
|
Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN O piteous spectacle!
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN O noble Caesar!
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN O woeful day!
|
|
|
|
FOURTH PLEBEIAN O traitors, villains!
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN O most bloody sight!
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN We will be revenged.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill!
|
|
Slay! Let not a traitor live!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY Stay, countrymen.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN We'll hear him, we'll follow him,
|
|
we'll die with him.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
|
|
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
|
|
They that have done this deed are honorable.
|
|
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
|
|
That made them do it. They are wise and honorable
|
|
And will no doubt with reasons answer you.
|
|
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
|
|
I 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,
|
|
Action, 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,
|
|
And 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.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
We'll mutiny.
|
|
|
|
FIRST PLEBEIAN We'll burn the house of Brutus.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN
|
|
Away then. Come, seek the conspirators.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
|
|
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
|
|
Alas, you know not. I must tell you then.
|
|
You have forgot the will I told you of.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS
|
|
Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal:
|
|
To every Roman citizen he gives,
|
|
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
|
|
|
|
SECOND PLEBEIAN
|
|
Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
|
|
|
|
THIRD PLEBEIAN O royal Caesar!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY Hear me with patience.
|
|
|
|
PLEBEIANS Peace, ho!
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
|
|
His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,
|
|
On this side Tiber. He hath left them you,
|
|
And to your heirs forever--common pleasures
|
|
To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
|
|
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
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FIRST PLEBEIAN
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Never, never!--Come, away, away!
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We'll burn his body in the holy place
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And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
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Take up the body.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN Go fetch fire.
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THIRD PLEBEIAN Pluck down benches.
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Pluck down forms, windows,
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anything.
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[Plebeians exit with Caesar's body.]
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ANTONY
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Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot;
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Take thou what course thou wilt.
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[Enter Servant.]
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How now, fellow?
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SERVANT
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Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
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ANTONY Where is he?
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SERVANT
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He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
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ANTONY
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And thither will I straight to visit him.
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He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry
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And in this mood will give us anything.
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SERVANT
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I heard him say Brutus and Cassius
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Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
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ANTONY
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Belike they had some notice of the people
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How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
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[They exit.]
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Scene 3
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=======
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[Enter Cinna the poet and after him the Plebeians.]
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CINNA
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I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,
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And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
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I have no will to wander forth of doors,
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Yet something leads me forth.
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FIRST PLEBEIAN What is your name?
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SECOND PLEBEIAN Whither are you going?
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THIRD PLEBEIAN Where do you dwell?
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Are you a married man or a
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bachelor?
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SECOND PLEBEIAN Answer every man directly.
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FIRST PLEBEIAN Ay, and briefly.
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Ay, and wisely.
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THIRD PLEBEIAN Ay, and truly, you were best.
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CINNA What is my name? Whither am I going? Where
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do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor?
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Then to answer every man directly and briefly,
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wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN That's as much as to say they are
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fools that marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I
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fear. Proceed directly.
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CINNA Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
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FIRST PLEBEIAN As a friend or an enemy?
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CINNA As a friend.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN That matter is answered directly.
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN For your dwelling--briefly.
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CINNA Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
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THIRD PLEBEIAN Your name, sir, truly.
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CINNA Truly, my name is Cinna.
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FIRST PLEBEIAN Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator.
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CINNA I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet!
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Tear him for his bad verses, tear him
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for his bad verses!
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CINNA I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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FOURTH PLEBEIAN It is no matter. His name's Cinna.
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Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him
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going.
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THIRD PLEBEIAN Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho,
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firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius', burn all! Some
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to Decius' house, and some to Casca's, some to
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Ligarius'. Away, go!
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[All the Plebeians exit, carrying off Cinna.]
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ACT 4
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Scene 1
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=======
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[Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.]
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ANTONY
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These many, then, shall die; their names are
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pricked.
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OCTAVIUS
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Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?
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LEPIDUS
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I do consent.
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OCTAVIUS Prick him down, Antony.
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LEPIDUS
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Upon condition Publius shall not live,
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Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
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ANTONY
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He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
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|
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
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|
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
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|
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
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LEPIDUS What, shall I find you here?
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OCTAVIUS Or here, or at the Capitol. [Lepidus exits.]
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ANTONY
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|
This is a slight, unmeritable man,
|
|
Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,
|
|
The threefold world divided, he should stand
|
|
One of the three to share it?
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OCTAVIUS So you thought him
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|
And took his voice who should be pricked to die
|
|
In our black sentence and proscription.
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ANTONY
|
|
Octavius, I have seen more days than you,
|
|
And, though we lay these honors on this man
|
|
To ease ourselves of diverse sland'rous loads,
|
|
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
|
|
To groan and sweat under the business,
|
|
Either 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.
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OCTAVIUS You may do your will,
|
|
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
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ANTONY
|
|
So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
|
|
I do appoint him store of provender.
|
|
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
|
|
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
|
|
His corporal motion governed by my spirit;
|
|
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so.
|
|
He must be taught and trained and bid go forth--
|
|
A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
|
|
On objects, arts, 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
|
|
Are levying powers. We must straight make head.
|
|
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
|
|
Our best friends made, our means stretched;
|
|
And let us presently go sit in council
|
|
How covert matters may be best disclosed
|
|
And open perils surest answered.
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OCTAVIUS
|
|
Let us do so, for we are at the stake
|
|
And bayed about with many enemies,
|
|
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
|
|
Millions of mischiefs.
|
|
[They exit.]
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|
Scene 2
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|
=======
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|
[Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the Army.
|
|
Titinius and Pindarus meet them.]
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BRUTUS Stand ho!
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LUCILIUS Give the word, ho, and stand!
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BRUTUS
|
|
What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
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LUCILIUS
|
|
He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
|
|
To do you salutation from his master.
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BRUTUS
|
|
He 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
|
|
I shall be satisfied.
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|
|
|
PINDARUS I do not doubt
|
|
But that my noble master will appear
|
|
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
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BRUTUS
|
|
He is not doubted. [Brutus and Lucilius walk aside.]
|
|
A word, Lucilius,
|
|
How he received you. Let me be resolved.
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|
|
LUCILIUS
|
|
With courtesy and with respect enough,
|
|
But not with such familiar instances
|
|
Nor with such free and friendly conference
|
|
As he hath used of old.
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|
|
|
BRUTUS Thou 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;
|
|
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
|
|
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle,
|
|
[Low march within.]
|
|
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
|
|
They fall their crests and, like deceitful jades,
|
|
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
|
|
|
|
LUCILIUS
|
|
They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.
|
|
The greater part, the horse in general,
|
|
Are come with Cassius.
|
|
|
|
[Enter Cassius and his powers.]
|
|
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|
|
BRUTUS Hark, he is arrived.
|
|
March gently on to meet him.
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|
|
CASSIUS Stand ho!
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|
|
BRUTUS Stand ho! Speak the word along.
|
|
|
|
FIRST SOLDIER Stand!
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|
|
|
SECOND SOLDIER Stand!
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|
|
|
THIRD SOLDIER Stand!
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|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
|
|
And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
|
|
And when you do them--
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Cassius, 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.
|
|
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
|
|
And I will give you audience.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Pindarus,
|
|
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
|
|
A little from this ground.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Lucius, do you the like, and let no man
|
|
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
|
|
Let Lucilius and Titinius guard our door.
|
|
[All but Brutus and Cassius exit.]
|
|
|
|
Scene 3
|
|
=======
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
|
|
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
|
|
For taking bribes here of the Sardians,
|
|
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
|
|
Because I knew the man, was slighted off.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
In such a time as this it is not meet
|
|
That every nice offense should bear his comment.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
|
|
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
|
|
To sell and mart your offices for gold
|
|
To undeservers.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS I an itching palm?
|
|
You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
|
|
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
|
|
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Chastisement?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Remember March; the ides of March remember.
|
|
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
|
|
What villain touched 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
|
|
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes
|
|
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
|
|
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
|
|
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
|
|
Than such a Roman.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Brutus, bait not me.
|
|
I'll not endure it. You forget yourself
|
|
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
|
|
Older in practice, abler than yourself
|
|
To make conditions.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Go to! You are not, Cassius.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS I am.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS I say you are not.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Urge me no more. I shall forget myself.
|
|
Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Away, slight man!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Is 't possible?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Hear me, for I will speak.
|
|
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
|
|
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
O you gods, you gods, must I endure all this?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
All 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
|
|
Under your testy humor? 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.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Is it come to this?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
You 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.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus.
|
|
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
|
|
Did I say "better"?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS If you did, I care not.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
When Caesar lived he durst not thus have moved
|
|
me.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS I durst not?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS No.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
What? Durst not tempt him?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS For your life you durst
|
|
not.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Do not presume too much upon my love.
|
|
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
You have done that you should be sorry for.
|
|
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
|
|
For I am armed so strong in honesty
|
|
That 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
|
|
And 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?
|
|
Should I have answered 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!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS I denied you not.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS You did.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
I 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,
|
|
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
I do not, till you practice them on me.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
You love me not.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS I do not like your faults.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
A friendly eye could never see such faults.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
|
|
As huge as high Olympus.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!
|
|
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
|
|
For Cassius is aweary of the world--
|
|
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,
|
|
Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,
|
|
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
|
|
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
|
|
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
|
|
[Offering his dagger to Brutus.]
|
|
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
|
|
Dearer than Pluto's 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
|
|
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him
|
|
better
|
|
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Sheathe your
|
|
dagger.
|
|
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.
|
|
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
|
|
O 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.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Hath Cassius lived
|
|
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus
|
|
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
And my heart too. [They clasp hands.]
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS O Brutus!
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS What's the matter?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Have not you love enough to bear with me
|
|
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
|
|
Makes me forgetful?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Yes, Cassius, and from
|
|
henceforth
|
|
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
|
|
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
|
|
|
|
[Enter a Poet followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
POET
|
|
Let me go in to see the Generals.
|
|
There is some grudge between 'em; 'tis not meet
|
|
They be alone.
|
|
|
|
LUCILIUS You shall not come to them.
|
|
|
|
POET Nothing but death shall stay me.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS How now, what's the matter?
|
|
|
|
POET
|
|
For shame, you generals, what do you mean?
|
|
Love and be friends as two such men should be,
|
|
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Ha, ha, how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Bear with him, Brutus. 'Tis his fashion.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
I'll know his humor when he knows his time.
|
|
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?--
|
|
Companion, hence!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Away, away, be gone! [Poet exits.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
|
|
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
|
|
Immediately to us. [Lucilius and Titinius exit.]
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS Lucius, a bowl of wine. [Lucius exits.]
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
I did not think you could have been so angry.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Of your philosophy you make no use
|
|
If you give place to accidental evils.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
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No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
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CASSIUS Ha? Portia?
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BRUTUS She is dead.
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CASSIUS
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How 'scaped I killing when I crossed you so?
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O insupportable and touching loss!
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Upon what sickness?
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BRUTUS Impatient of my absence,
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And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
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Have made themselves so strong--for with her
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death
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That tidings came--with this she fell distract
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And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
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CASSIUS And died so?
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BRUTUS Even so.
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CASSIUS O you immortal gods!
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[Enter Lucius with wine and tapers.]
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BRUTUS
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Speak no more of her.--Give me a bowl of wine.--
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In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. [He drinks.]
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CASSIUS
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My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.--
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Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
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I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [He drinks.]
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[Lucius exits.]
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[Enter Titinius and Messala.]
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BRUTUS
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Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
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Now sit we close about this taper here,
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And call in question our necessities. [They sit.]
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CASSIUS
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Portia, art thou gone?
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BRUTUS No more, I pray you.--
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Messala, I have here received letters
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That young Octavius and Mark Antony
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Come down upon us with a mighty power,
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Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
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MESSALA
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Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
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BRUTUS With what addition?
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MESSALA
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That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
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Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
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Have put to death an hundred senators.
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BRUTUS
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Therein our letters do not well agree.
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Mine speak of seventy senators that died
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By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
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CASSIUS
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Cicero one?
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MESSALA Cicero is dead,
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And by that order of proscription.
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Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
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BRUTUS No, Messala.
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MESSALA
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Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
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BRUTUSNothing, Messala.
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MESSALA That methinks is strange.
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BRUTUS
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Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
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MESSALA No, my lord.
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BRUTUS
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Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
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MESSALA
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Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell,
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For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
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BRUTUS
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Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.
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With meditating that she must die once,
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I have the patience to endure it now.
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MESSALA
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Even so great men great losses should endure.
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CASSIUS
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I have as much of this in art as you,
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But yet my nature could not bear it so.
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BRUTUS
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Well, to our work alive. What do you think
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Of marching to Philippi presently?
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CASSIUS I do not think it good.
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BRUTUS Your reason?
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CASSIUS This it is:
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'Tis better that the enemy seek us;
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So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
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Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
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Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
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BRUTUS
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Good reasons must of force give place to better.
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The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
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Do stand but in a forced affection,
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For they have grudged us contribution.
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The enemy, marching along by them,
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By them shall make a fuller number up,
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Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged,
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From which advantage shall we cut him off
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If at Philippi we do face him there,
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These people at our back.
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CASSIUS Hear me, good brother--
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BRUTUS
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Under your pardon. You must note besides
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That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
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Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.
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The enemy increaseth every day;
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We, at the height, are ready to decline.
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There is a tide in the affairs of men
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Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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Omitted, all the voyage of their life
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Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
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On such a full sea are we now afloat,
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And we must take the current when it serves
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Or lose our ventures.
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CASSIUS Then, with your will, go on;
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We'll along ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
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BRUTUS
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
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And nature must obey necessity,
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Which we will niggard with a little rest.
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There is no more to say.
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CASSIUS No more. Good night.
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[They stand.]
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Early tomorrow will we rise and hence.
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BRUTUS
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Lucius.
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[Enter Lucius.]
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My gown. [Lucius exits.]
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Farewell, good Messala.--
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Good night, Titinius.--Noble, noble Cassius,
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Good night and good repose.
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CASSIUS O my dear brother,
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This was an ill beginning of the night.
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Never come such division 'tween our souls!
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Let it not, Brutus.
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[Enter Lucius with the gown.]
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BRUTUS Everything is well.
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CASSIUS Good night, my lord.
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BRUTUS Good night, good brother.
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TITINIUS/MESSALA
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Good night, Lord Brutus.
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BRUTUS Farewell, everyone.
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[All but Brutus and Lucius exit.]
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Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
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LUCIUS
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Here in the tent.
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BRUTUS What, thou speak'st drowsily?
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Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatched.
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Call Claudius and some other of my men;
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I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
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LUCIUS Varro and Claudius.
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[Enter Varro and Claudius.]
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VARRO Calls my lord?
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BRUTUS
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I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
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It may be I shall raise you by and by
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On business to my brother Cassius.
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VARRO
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So please you, we will stand and watch your
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pleasure.
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BRUTUS
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I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs.
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It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
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[They lie down.]
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Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so.
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I put it in the pocket of my gown.
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LUCIUS
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I was sure your Lordship did not give it me.
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BRUTUS
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Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
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Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile
|
|
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
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LUCIUS
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Ay, my lord, an 't please you.
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BRUTUS It does, my boy.
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I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
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LUCIUS It is my duty, sir.
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BRUTUS
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I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
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I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
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LUCIUS I have slept, my lord, already.
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BRUTUS
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It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
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|
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
|
|
I will be good to thee.
|
|
[Music and a song. Lucius then falls asleep.]
|
|
This is a sleepy tune. O murd'rous slumber,
|
|
Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
|
|
That 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.
|
|
[He moves the instrument.]
|
|
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turned down
|
|
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
|
|
How ill this taper burns.
|
|
|
|
[Enter the Ghost of Caesar.]
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|
|
|
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?
|
|
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
|
|
That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
|
|
Speak to me what thou art.
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GHOST
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|
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
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BRUTUS Why com'st thou?
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GHOST
|
|
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
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BRUTUS Well, then I shall see thee again?
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GHOST Ay, at Philippi.
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BRUTUS
|
|
Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. [Ghost exits.]
|
|
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.
|
|
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.--
|
|
Boy, Lucius!--Varro, Claudius, sirs, awake!
|
|
Claudius!
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LUCIUS The strings, my lord, are false.
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BRUTUS
|
|
He thinks he still is at his instrument.
|
|
Lucius, awake!
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LUCIUS My lord?
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BRUTUS
|
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Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
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LUCIUS
|
|
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
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BRUTUS
|
|
Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?
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LUCIUS Nothing, my lord.
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BRUTUS
|
|
Sleep again, Lucius.--Sirrah Claudius!
|
|
[To Varro.] Fellow thou, awake! [They rise up.]
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VARRO My lord?
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CLAUDIUS My lord?
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BRUTUS
|
|
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
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BOTH
|
|
Did we, my lord?
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BRUTUS Ay. Saw you anything?
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VARRO No, my lord, I saw nothing.
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CLAUDIUS Nor I, my lord.
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BRUTUS
|
|
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.
|
|
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
|
|
And we will follow.
|
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|
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BOTH It shall be done, my lord.
|
|
[They exit.]
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ACT 5
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Scene 1
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=======
|
|
[Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.]
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OCTAVIUS
|
|
Now, 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.
|
|
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
|
|
Answering before we do demand of them.
|
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|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
|
|
Wherefore they do it. They could be content
|
|
To visit other places, and come down
|
|
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
|
|
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
|
|
But 'tis not so.
|
|
|
|
[Enter a Messenger.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
MESSENGER Prepare you, generals.
|
|
The enemy comes on in gallant show.
|
|
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
|
|
And something to be done immediately.
|
|
|
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ANTONY
|
|
Octavius, lead your battle softly on
|
|
Upon the left hand of the even field.
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OCTAVIUS
|
|
Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.
|
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ANTONY
|
|
Why do you cross me in this exigent?
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OCTAVIUS
|
|
I do not cross you, but I will do so. [March.]
|
|
|
|
[Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army including
|
|
Lucilius, Titinius, and Messala.]
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BRUTUS They stand and would have parley.
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|
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CASSIUS
|
|
Stand fast, Titinius. We must out and talk.
|
|
|
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OCTAVIUS
|
|
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
|
|
Make forth. The Generals would have some words.
|
|
|
|
OCTAVIUS, [to his Officers] Stir not until the signal.
|
|
[The Generals step forward.]
|
|
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BRUTUS
|
|
Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?
|
|
|
|
OCTAVIUS
|
|
Not that we love words better, as you do.
|
|
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BRUTUS
|
|
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
|
|
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
|
|
Crying "Long live, hail, Caesar!"
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Antony,
|
|
The posture of your blows are yet unknown,
|
|
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees
|
|
And leave them honeyless.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY Not stingless too.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS O yes, and soundless too,
|
|
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,
|
|
And very wisely threat before you sting.
|
|
|
|
ANTONY
|
|
Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
|
|
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
|
|
You showed your teeth like apes and fawned like
|
|
hounds
|
|
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet,
|
|
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
|
|
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Flatterers?--Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
|
|
This tongue had not offended so today
|
|
If Cassius might have ruled.
|
|
|
|
OCTAVIUS
|
|
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
|
|
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
|
|
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators;
|
|
[He draws.]
|
|
When think you that the sword goes up again?
|
|
Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
|
|
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
|
|
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands
|
|
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
|
|
|
|
OCTAVIUS So I hope.
|
|
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
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|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
|
|
Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
|
|
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|
CASSIUS
|
|
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
|
|
Joined with a masker and a reveler!
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|
ANTONY
|
|
Old Cassius still.
|
|
|
|
OCTAVIUS Come, Antony, away!--
|
|
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
|
|
If you dare fight today, come to the field;
|
|
If not, when you have stomachs.
|
|
[Octavius, Antony, and their army exit.]
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
|
|
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Ho, Lucilius, hark, a word with you.
|
|
[Lucilius and Messala stand forth.]
|
|
|
|
LUCILIUS My lord?
|
|
[Brutus and Lucilius step aside together.]
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Messala.
|
|
|
|
MESSALA What says my general?
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Messala,
|
|
This is my birthday, as this very day
|
|
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala.
|
|
Be thou my witness that against my will
|
|
(As Pompey was) am I compelled to set
|
|
Upon one battle all our liberties.
|
|
You know that I held Epicurus strong
|
|
And his opinion. Now I change my mind
|
|
And partly credit things that do presage.
|
|
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
|
|
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
|
|
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
|
|
Who to Philippi here consorted us.
|
|
This 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
|
|
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
|
|
|
|
MESSALA
|
|
Believe not so.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS I but believe it partly,
|
|
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
|
|
To meet all perils very constantly.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Even so, Lucilius. [Brutus returns to Cassius.]
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Now, most noble Brutus,
|
|
The gods today stand friendly that we may,
|
|
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.
|
|
But since the affairs of men rests still incertain,
|
|
Let'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?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Even by the rule of that philosophy
|
|
By 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
|
|
To stay the providence of some high powers
|
|
That govern us below.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS Then, if we lose this battle,
|
|
You are contented to be led in triumph
|
|
Thorough the streets of Rome?
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
No, 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.
|
|
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
|
|
Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
|
|
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
|
|
If not, why then this parting was well made.
|
|
|
|
CASSIUS
|
|
Forever and forever farewell, Brutus.
|
|
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
|
|
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Why 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,
|
|
And then the end is known.--Come ho, away!
|
|
[They exit.]
|
|
|
|
Scene 2
|
|
=======
|
|
[Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.]
|
|
|
|
|
|
BRUTUS
|
|
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
|
|
Unto the legions on the other side!
|
|
[He hands Messala papers.]
|
|
[Loud alarum.]
|
|
Let them set on at once, for I perceive
|
|
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
|
|
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
|
|
Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down.
|
|
[They exit.]
|
|
|
|
Scene 3
|
|
=======
|
|
[Alarums. Enter Cassius carrying a standard and
|
|
Titinius.]
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CASSIUS
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O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
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Myself have to mine own turned enemy.
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This ensign here of mine was turning back;
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I slew the coward and did take it from him.
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TITINIUS
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O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
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Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
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Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
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Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
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[Enter Pindarus.]
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PINDARUS
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Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
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Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord.
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Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
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CASSIUS
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This hill is far enough.--Look, look, Titinius,
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Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
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TITINIUS
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They are, my lord.
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CASSIUS Titinius, if thou lovest me,
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Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him
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Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
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And here again, that I may rest assured
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Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
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TITINIUS
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I will be here again even with a thought. [He exits.]
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CASSIUS
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Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill.
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My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius
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And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
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[Pindarus goes up.]
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This day I breathed first. Time is come round,
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And where I did begin, there shall I end;
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My life is run his compass.--Sirrah, what news?
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PINDARUS, [above.] O my lord!
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CASSIUS What news?
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PINDARUS
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Titinius is enclosed round about
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With horsemen that make to him on the spur,
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Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
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Now Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
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He's ta'en. [Shout.]
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And hark, they shout for joy.
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CASSIUS Come down, behold no more.--
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O, coward that I am to live so long
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To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
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[Pindarus comes down.]
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Come hither, sirrah.
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In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
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And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
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That whatsoever I did bid thee do
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Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine
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oath.
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Now be a freeman, and with this good sword,
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That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this
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bosom.
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Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
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And, when my face is covered, as 'tis now,
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Guide thou the sword. [Pindarus stabs him.]
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Caesar, thou art revenged
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Even with the sword that killed thee. [He dies.]
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PINDARUS
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So I am free, yet would not so have been,
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Durst I have done my will.--O Cassius!--
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Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
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Where never Roman shall take note of him.
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[He exits.]
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[Enter Titinius and Messala.]
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MESSALA
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It is but change, Titinius, for Octavius
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Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
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As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
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TITINIUS
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These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
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MESSALA
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Where did you leave him?
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TITINIUS All disconsolate,
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With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
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MESSALA
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Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
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TITINIUS
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He lies not like the living. O my heart!
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MESSALA
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Is not that he?
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TITINIUS No, this was he, Messala,
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But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
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As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
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So in his red blood Cassius' day is set.
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The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
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Clouds, dews, and dangers come. Our deeds are
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done.
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Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
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MESSALA
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
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O hateful error, melancholy's child,
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Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
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The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
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Thou never com'st unto a happy birth
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But kill'st the mother that engendered thee!
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TITINIUS
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What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
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MESSALA
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Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
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The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
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Into his ears. I may say "thrusting it,"
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For piercing steel and darts envenomed
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Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
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As tidings of this sight.
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TITINIUS Hie you, Messala,
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And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
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[Messala exits.]
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Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
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Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
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Put on my brows this wreath of victory
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And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their
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shouts?
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Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
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But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
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[Laying the garland on Cassius' brow.]
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Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
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Will do his bidding.--Brutus, come apace,
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And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.--
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By your leave, gods, this is a Roman's part.
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Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart!
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[He dies on Cassius' sword.]
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[Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato,
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Volumnius, and Lucilius, Labeo, and Flavius.]
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BRUTUS
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Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
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MESSALA
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Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
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BRUTUS
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Titinius' face is upward.
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CATO He is slain.
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BRUTUS
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O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet;
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Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
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In our own proper entrails. [Low alarums.]
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CATO Brave Titinius!--
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Look whe'er he have not crowned dead Cassius.
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BRUTUS
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Are yet two Romans living such as these?--
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The last of all the Romans, fare thee well.
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It is impossible that ever Rome
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Should breed thy fellow.--Friends, I owe more
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tears
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To this dead man than you shall see me pay.--
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I shall find time, Cassius; I shall find time.--
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Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
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His funerals shall not be in our camp,
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Lest it discomfort us.--Lucilius, come.--
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And come, young Cato. Let us to the field.--
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Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.
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'Tis three o'clock, and, Romans, yet ere night
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We shall try fortune in a second fight.
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[They exit.]
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Scene 4
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=======
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[Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucilius, and
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Flavius.]
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BRUTUS
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Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
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[Brutus, Messala, and Flavius exit.]
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CATO
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What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
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I will proclaim my name about the field.
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
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A foe to tyrants and my country's friend.
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I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
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[Enter Soldiers and fight.]
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LUCILIUS
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And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
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Brutus, my country's friend! Know me for Brutus.
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[Cato is killed.]
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O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
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Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius
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And mayst be honored, being Cato's son.
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FIRST SOLDIER, [seizing Lucilius]
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Yield, or thou diest.
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LUCILIUS Only I yield to die.
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There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.
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[Offering money.]
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Kill Brutus and be honored in his death.
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FIRST SOLDIER
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We must not. A noble prisoner!
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[Enter Antony.]
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SECOND SOLDIER
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Room, ho! Tell Antony Brutus is ta'en.
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FIRST SOLDIER
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I'll tell the news. Here comes the General.--
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Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
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ANTONY Where is he?
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LUCILIUS
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Safe, Antony, Brutus is safe enough.
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I dare assure thee that no enemy
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Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
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The gods defend him from so great a shame!
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When you do find him, or alive or dead,
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He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
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ANTONY
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This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
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A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe.
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Give him all kindness. I had rather have
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Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
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And see whe'er Brutus be alive or dead,
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And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
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How everything is chanced.
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[They exit in different directions.]
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Scene 5
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[Enter Brutus, Dardanus, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.]
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BRUTUS
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Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
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[He sits down.]
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CLITUS
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Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
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He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.
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BRUTUS
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Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
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It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
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[He whispers to Clitus.]
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CLITUS
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What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
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BRUTUS
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Peace, then, no words.
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CLITUS I'll rather kill myself.
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BRUTUS
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Hark thee, Dardanus. [He whispers to Dardanus.]
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DARDANUS Shall I do such a deed?
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CLITUS O Dardanus!
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DARDANUS O Clitus!
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[Dardanus and Clitus step aside.]
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CLITUS
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What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
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DARDANUS
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To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
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CLITUS
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Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
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That it runs over even at his eyes.
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BRUTUS
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Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.
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VOLUMNIUS
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What says my lord?
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BRUTUS Why this, Volumnius:
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The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
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Two several times by night--at Sardis once
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And this last night here in Philippi fields.
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I know my hour is come.
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VOLUMNIUS Not so, my lord.
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BRUTUS
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Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
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Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.
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Our enemies have beat us to the pit. [Low alarums.]
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It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
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Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
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Thou know'st that we two went to school together;
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Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
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Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.
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VOLUMNIUS
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That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
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[Alarum continues.]
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CLITUS
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Fly, fly, my lord! There is no tarrying here.
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BRUTUS
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Farewell to you--and you--and you, Volumnius.--
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Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep.
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Farewell to thee, too, Strato.--Countrymen,
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My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
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I found no man but he was true to me.
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I shall have glory by this losing day
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More than Octavius and Mark Antony
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By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
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So fare you well at once, for Brutus' tongue
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Hath almost ended his life's history.
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Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
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That have but labored to attain this hour.
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[Alarum. Cry within "Fly, fly, fly!"]
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CLITUS
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Fly, my lord, fly!
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BRUTUS Hence. I will follow.
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[All exit but Brutus and Strato.]
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I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
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Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
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Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
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Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face
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While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
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STRATO
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Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
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BRUTUS
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Farewell, good Strato.
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[Brutus runs on his sword.]
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Caesar, now be still.
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I killed not thee with half so good a will. [He dies.]
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[Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala,
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Lucilius, and the army.]
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OCTAVIUS What man is that?
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MESSALA
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My master's man.--Strato, where is thy master?
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STRATO
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Free from the bondage you are in, Messala.
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The conquerors can but make a fire of him,
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For Brutus only overcame himself,
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And no man else hath honor by his death.
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LUCILIUS
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So Brutus should be found.--I thank thee, Brutus,
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That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
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OCTAVIUS
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All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.--
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Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
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STRATO
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Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
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OCTAVIUS
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Do so, good Messala.
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MESSALA How died my master, Strato?
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STRATO
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I held the sword, and he did run on it.
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MESSALA
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Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
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That did the latest service to my master.
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ANTONY
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This was the noblest Roman of them all.
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All the conspirators save only he
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Did that they did in envy of great Caesar.
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He only in a general honest thought
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And common good to all made one of them.
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His life was gentle and the elements
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So mixed in him that nature might stand up
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And say to all the world "This was a man."
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OCTAVIUS
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According to his virtue, let us use him
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With all respect and rites of burial.
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Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
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Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
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So call the field to rest, and let's away
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To part the glories of this happy day.
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[They all exit.]
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