And sure he is an honourable man. Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong. 3 Cit. Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony. 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; I found it in his closset; '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 Cesar's 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. Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed the now. You all do know this mantle : I remember And, in his mantle muffling up his face, tors. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle ! 2 Cit. O noble Cesar! 3 Cit. O woeful day! 4 Cit. O traitors, villains! 1 Cit. O most bloody sight! 2 Cit. We will be revenged revenge; about, wounds.seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !-let not a traiAnt. Stay, countrymen. 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. Cit. The will! the will! we will hear Cesar's will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will read the will! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will? Then make a ring about the corse of Cesar, Cit. Come down. 2 Cit. Descend. tor live. 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. nourable, And will no doubt, with reasons answer you, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That gave me public leave to speak of him. And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves ↑ Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then :You have forgot the will I told you of. Statua for statue, is common among the old writers. + Cesar's blood fell upon the statue, and trickled from it. ¡ Wrongs. Cf. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.⚫ 2 Cit. Most noble Cesar!-we'll revenge his death. 3 Cit. O royal Cesar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, bo! pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, SCENE I.-The same.-A room in ANTONY'S His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, House. And to your beirs for ever; common pleasures, + ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Cesar: When comes such another? Serv. Sir, Octavins is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he? Sere. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. Serr. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rd like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had inov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.—A street. Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with And things unluckily charge my fantasy: § 1 base no wid to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. Eater CITIZENS. 1 Cit. What is your name ? 2 C. Whither are you going? 3 Ct. Where do you dwell? Table. Lep. I do consent. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Who is your sister's son, Mark Autony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn + him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house ; The Capitol. [Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it ? Oct. So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man; To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold; To groan and sweat under the business, 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. Oct. You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, I do appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that I teach to fight, 4 Cd. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. 2. Answer every man directly. 1. Ay, and briefly. 4 fat. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cat. Ay, and truly, you were best. fr. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do i dwell? Am I a married man, or a bacarier I Then to answer every man directly, and body, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, 2 Gif. That's as much as to say, they are fools Chat marry :-You'll bear me a bang for that, Sear. Proceed; directly. Cam. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. 1 Gr. As a friend, or an enemy? Ca. As a friend. f. That matter is answered directly. 4 fit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Bretty, I dwell by the Capitol. Ciz. Your name, Str, truly. f. Truly, my name is Cinna. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; And let us presently go sit in council, Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, itat. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Cam. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the port. 4. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him h. bad verses. 2 CH. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; → & fzartma to 7d. sterling--21. 3. 4d, + Pleasure. 1 His coming is the very thing I wished for. i My mind is oppressed with ill-omens., Camp near Sardis. Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand here. • Note. + Condemn. As a thing at our disposal. ♦ Surrounded. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. [PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, PinIn his own change, or by ill officers, [darus, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied. Pin. I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius: Bru. Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: The greater part, the horse in general, Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd : March gently on to meet him. [March within. Are much condemn'd to have an itching pala Cas. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re member! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no fur ther. Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: I said an elder soldier not a better: Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cesar liv'd he durst not thus bave mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What? durst not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durst not. I may do that I shall be sorry for. for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; As huge as high Olympus. Cus. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Than ever thou lov'st Cassius. Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, him? Bru. And my heart too. Cas. O Brutus ! Bru. What's the matter? me, Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth, Poet. Within.] Let me go in to see the ge- Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. stay me. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows What should the wars do with the jigging⚫ fools! Cas. Away, away, be gone. [Exit POET. Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucillus and Titinius, bid the com manders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Immediately to us. [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry. Bru. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. Bru. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is dead. [Drinks. Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, tenour. Bru. With what addition ? Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription,- Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of Bru. Nothing, Messala. Mess. That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her • Jig, signified a metrical composition. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once,⚫ Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art + as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? Cas. I do not think it good. Cas. This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness. Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd: Cas. Hear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon-You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. Cas. Then, with your will, go on; Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so; lie down, good It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. [SERVANTS lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. I will not hold thee long: if I do live, [Music, and a Song. night. Let me see, let me see ;-Is not the leaf turn'd down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He sits down. Enter the GHOST of CESAR. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who coines here? We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Phi-I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes lippi. Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? Cas. No more. Good night; Good night, Titinius :-Noble, noble Cassius, Cus. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus. Bru. Every thing is well. Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru. Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, lord Brutns. [Exeunt CAS. TIT. and MES. Re-enter LUCIUS with the Gown. Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument ? Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily! Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er watch'd. That shapes this monstrous apparition, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Bru. Well; |