CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the Senators rise. Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. Pop. Bru. What said Popilius Lena? Cass. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him. Be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, For I will slay myself. Bru. Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purpose; For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Casca, Cass. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Senators take their seats. Cæsar and the Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. Bru. He is address'd: press near and second him. Cœs. What is now amiss That Cæsar and his senate must redress? Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Cæsar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart, Cæs. [Kneeling. To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. Cas. What, Brutus! Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, That unassailable holds on his rank, Let me a little show it, even in this, That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, Cin. O Cæsar, Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Dec. Great Cæsar, Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Cæsar catches hold Casca. Speak, hands, for me! of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Cæs. Et tu, Brute? [Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion. Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Cass. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, "Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!" Bru. People, and senators, be not affrighted; Dec. Bru. Cin. Where's Publius? And Cassius too. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Bru. Talk not of standing. - Publius, good cheer; Cass. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Re-enter TREBONIUS. Cass. Where's Antony? Tre. Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Cass. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er How many ages hence In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along No worthier than the dust! Cass. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd Ay, every man away: Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels Bru. Soft! who comes here? Enter a Servant. A friend of Antony's. Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Say I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Serv. I'll fetch him presently. Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend. Bru. But here comes Antony. Re-enter ANTONY. [Exit. Welcome, Mark Antony. Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, No place will please me so, no mean of death, Bru. O Antony, beg not your death of us. |