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THE TRAGEDIE OF
IVLIVS CæSAR §
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1] §
Enter Flauius, Murellus, and
certaine Commoners
ouer the Stage.
ouer the Stage.
Flauius.
HEnce: home you idle Creatures, get you
home:
Is this a Holiday? What, know you not
(Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke
Vpon a labouring day, without the signe
5 Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou?
Car.
Why Sir, a Carpenter.
Mur.
Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule?
What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on?
You sir, what Trade are you?
Cobl.
[10] Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am [l. 11] but as you would say, a Cobler.
Mur.
But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly.
Cob.
[13] A Trade Sir, that I hope I may vse, with a safe [l. 14] Conscience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules.
Fla.
[15] What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue, [l. 16] what Trade?
Cobl.
[17] Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: yet [l. 18] if you be out Sir, I can mend you.
Mur.
[19] What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, thou [l. 20] sawcy Fellow?
Cob.
[21] Why sir, Cobble you.
Fla.
[22] Thou art a Cobler, art thou?
Cob.
[23] Truly sir, all that I liue by, is with the Aule: I [l. 24] meddle with no Tradesmans matters, nor womens mat [l. 25] ters; but withal I am indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old shooes: [l. 26] when they are in great danger, I recouer them. As pro [l. 27] per men as euer trod vpon Neats Leather, haue gone vp [l. 28] on my handy‑worke.
Fla.
But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day?
30 Why do'st thou leade these men about the streets?
Cob.
[31] Truly sir, to weare out their shooes, to get my [l. 32] selfe into more worke. But indeede sir, we make Holy [l. 33] day to see Cæsar, and to reioyce in his Triumph.
Mur.
Wherefore reioyce?
35 What Conquest brings he home?
What Tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles?
You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things:
O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome,
40 Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?
Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements,
To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops,
Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue sate
The liue‑long day, with patient expectation,
45 To see great Pompey passe the streets of
Rome:
And when you saw his Chariot but appeare,
Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout,
That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes
To heare the replication of your sounds,
50 Made in her Concaue Shores?
And do you now put on your best attyre?
And do you now cull out a Holyday?
And do you now strew Flowers in his way,
That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood?
55 Be gone,
Runne to your houses, fall vpon your knees,
Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this Ingratitude.
Fla.
Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault
60 Assemble all the poore men of your sort;
Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares
Into the Channell, till the lowest streame
Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all.
Exeunt all the
Commoners.
See where their basest mettle be not mou'd,
65 They vanish tongue‑tyed in their guiltinesse:
Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll,
This way will I: Disrobe the Images,
If you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies.
Mur.
May we do so?
70 You know it is the Feast of Lupercall.
Fla.
It is no matter, let no Images
Be hung with Cæsars T[.]ophees: Ile about,
And driue away the Vulgar from the streets;
So do you too, where you perceiue them thicke.
75 These growing Feathers, pluckt from Cæsars wing,
Will make him flye an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soare aboue the view of men,
And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse.
Exeunt.
[Act 1, Scene 2] §
Enter Cæsar, Antony for
the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, De
cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: af
ter them Murellus and Flauius.
cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: af
ter them Murellus and Flauius.
Cæs.
Calphurnia.
Cask.
80 Peace ho, Cæsar speakes.
Cæs.
Calphurnia.
Calp.
Heere my Lord.
Cæs.
Stand you directly in Antonio's way,
When he doth run his course. Antonio.
Ant.
85 Cæsar, my Lord.
Cæs.
Forget not in your speed Antonio,
To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say,
kk
The
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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
The Barren touched in this holy chace,
Shake off their sterrile curse.
Ant.
90 I shall remember,
When Cæsar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd.
Cæs.
Set on, and leaue no Ceremony out.
Sooth.
Cæsar.
Cæs.
Ha? Who calles?
Cask.
95 Bid euery noyse be still: peace yet againe.
Cæs.
Who is it in the presse, that calles on me?
I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke
Cry, Cæsar: Speake, Cæsar is turn'd to heare.
Sooth.
Beware the Ides of March.
Cæs.
100 What man is that?
Br.
A Sooth‑sayer bids you beware the Ides of March
Cæs.
Set him before me, let me see his face.
Cassi.
Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Cæsar.
Cæs.
What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,
Sooth.
105 Beware the Ides of March.
Cæs.
He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.
Sennet.
Exeunt. Manet Brut. &
Cass.
Cassi.
Will you go see the order of the course?
Brut.
Not I.
Cassi.
I pray you do.
Brut.
110 I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part
Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony:
Let me not hinder Cassius your desires;
Ile leaue you.
Cassi.
Brutus, I do obserue you now of late:
115 I haue not from your eyes, that gentlenesse
And shew of Loue, as I was wont to haue:
You beare too stubborne, and too strange a hand
Ouer your Friend, that loues you.
Bru.
Cassius,
120 Be not deceiu'd: If I haue veyl'd my looke,
I turne the trouble of my Countenance
Meerely vpon my selfe. Vexed I am
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions onely proper to my selfe,
125 Which giue some soyle (perhaps) to my Behauiours:
But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd
(Among which number Cassius be you one)
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at
warre,
130 Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men.
Cassi.
Then Brutus, I haue much mistook your
passion,
By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations.
Tell me good Brutus, Can you see your
face?
Brutus.
135 No Cassius:
For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection,
By some other things.
Cassius.
'Tis iust,
And it is very much lamented Brutus,
140 That you haue no such Mirrors, as will turne
Your hidden worthinesse into your eye,
That you might see your shadow:
I haue heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
145 (Except immortall Cæsar) speaking of
Brutus,
And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake,
Haue wish'd, that Noble Brutus had his
eyes.
Bru.
Into what dangers, would you
Leade me Cassius?
150 That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,
For that which is not in me?
Cas.
Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to
heare:
And since you know, you cannot see your selfe
So well as by Reflection; I your Glasse,
155 Will modestly discouer to your selfe
That of your selfe, which you yet know not of.
And be not iealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common Laughter, or did vse
To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue
160 To euery new Protester: if you know,
That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard,
And after scandall them: Or if you know,
That I professe my selfe in Banquetting
To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish, and Shout.
Bru.
165 What meanes this Showting?
I do feare, the People choose Cæsar
For their King.
Cassi.
I, do you feare it?
Then must I thinke you would not haue it so.
Bru.
170 I would not Cassius, yet I loue him well:
But wherefore do you hold me heere so long?
What is it, that you would impart to me?
If it be ought toward the generall good,
Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,
175 And I will looke on both indifferently:
For let the Gods so speed mee, as I loue
The name of Honor, more then I feare death.
Cassi.
I know that vertue to be in you Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward fauour.
180 Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story:
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe,
I had as liefe not be, as liue to be
In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.
185 I was borne free as Cæsar, so were
you,
We both haue fed as well, and we can both
Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.
For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day,
The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,
190 Cæsar saide to me, Dar'st thou Cassius now
Leape in with me into this angry Flood,
And swim to yonder Point? Vpon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bad him follow: so indeed he did.
195 The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty Sinewes, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie.
But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd,
Cæsar cride, Helpe me Cassius, or I sinke.
200 I (as æneas, our great Ancestor,
Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his shoulder
The old Anchyses beare) so, from the waues of
Tyber
Did I the tyred Cæsar: And this
Man,
Is now become a God, and Cassius is
205 A wretched Creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine,
And when the Fit was on him, I did marke
How he did shake: Tis true, this God did shake,
210 His Coward lippes did from their colour flye,
And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,
Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone:
I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,
215 Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke Titinius,
As
{p. 111}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the Maiesticke world,
And beare the Palme alone.
Shout.
Flou[.]ish.
Bru.
220 Another generall shout?
I do beleeue, that these applauses are
For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cassi.
Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
225 Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about
To finde our selues dishonourable Graues.
Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.
The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our
Starres,
But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.
230 Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more then yours
Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name:
Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell:
Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em,
235 Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Cæsar.
Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Vpon what meate doth this our Cæsar
feede,
That he is growne so great? Age, thou art sham'd.
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods.
240 When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,
But it was fam'd with more then with one man?
When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide Walkes incompast but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough
245 When there is in it but one onely man.
O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would haue
brook'd
Th'eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome,
As easily as a King.
Bru.
250 That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous:
What you would worke me too, I haue some ayme:
How I haue thought of this, and of these times
I shall recount heereafter. For this present,
I would not so (with loue I might intreat you)
255 Be any further moou'd: What you haue said,
I will consider: what you haue to say
I will with patience heare, and finde a time
Both meete to heare, and answer such high things.
Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this:
260 Brutus had rather be a Villager,
Then to repute himselfe a Sonne of Rome
Vnder these hard Conditions, as this time
Is like to lay vpon vs.
Cassi.
I am glad that my weake words
265 Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from Brutus
Enter Cæsar and his
Traine.
Bru.
The Games are done,
And Cæsar is returning.
Cassi.
As they passe by,
Plucke Caska by the Sleeue,
270 And he will (after his sowre fashion) tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru.
I will do so: but looke you Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsars
brow,
And all the rest, looke like a chidden Traine;
275 Calphurnia's Cheeke is pale, and Cicero
Lookes with such Ferret, and such fiery eyes
As we haue seene him in the Capitoll
Being crost in Conference, by some Senators.
Cassi.
Caska will tell vs what the matter is.
Cæs.
280 Antonio.
Ant.
Cæsar.
Cæs.
Let me haue men about me, that are fat,
Sleeke‑headed men, and such as sleepe a‑nights:
Yond Cassius has a leane and hungry looke,
285 He thinkes too much: such men are dangerous.
Ant.
Feare him not Cæsar, he's not
dangerous,
He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen.
Cæs.
Would he were fatter; But I feare him not:
Yet if my name were lyable to feare,
290 I do not know the man I should auoyd
So soone as that spare Cassius. He reades
much,
He is a great Obseruer, and he looks
Quite through the Deeds of men. He loues no Playes,
As thou dost Antony: he heares no Musicke;
295 Seldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himselfe, and scorn'd his spirit
That could be mou'd to smile at any thing.
Such men as he, be neuer at hearts ease,
Whiles they behold a greater then themselues,
300 And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Then what I feare: for alwayes I am Cæsar.
Come on my right hand, for this eare is deafe,
A[.]d tell me truely, what
thou think'st of him.
Sennit.
Exeunt Cæsar and his
Traine.
Cask.
305 You pul'd me by the cloake, would you speake
with me?
with me?
Bru.
I Caska, tell vs what hath chanc'd to day
That Cæsar lookes so sad.
Cask.
[308] Why you were with him, were you not?
Bru.
[309] I should not then aske Caska what had chanc'd.
Cask.
[310] Why there was a Crowne offer'd him; & being [l. 311] offer'd him, he put it by with the backe of his hand thus, [l. 312] and then the people fell a shouting.
Bru.
[313] What was the second noyse for?
Cask.
[314] Why for that too.
Cassi.
[315] They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Cask.
[316] Why for that too.
Bru.
[317] Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice?
Cask.
[318] I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie [l. 319] time gentler then other; and at euery putting by, mine [l. 320] honest Neighbors showted.
Cassi.
[321] Who offer'd him the Crowne?
Cask.
[322] Why Antony.
Bru.
[323] Tell vs the manner of it, gentle Caska.
Caska.
[324] I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of [l. 325] it: It was meere Foolerie, I did not marke it. I sawe [l. 326] Marke Antony offer him a Crowne, yet 'twas not a [l. 327] Crowne neyther, 'twas one of these Coronets: and as I [l. 328] told you, hee put it by once: but for all that, to my thin [l. 329] king, he would faine haue had it. Then hee offered it to [l. 330] him againe: then hee put it by againe: but to my think [l. 331] ing, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then [l. 332] he offered it the third time; hee put it the third time by, [l. 333] and still as hee refus'd it, the rabblement howted, and [l. 334] clap'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatie [l. 335] Night‑cappes, and vttered such a deale of stinking [l. 336] breath, because Cæsar refus'd the Crowne, that it had [l. 337] (almost) choaked Cæsar: for hee swoonded, and fell [l. 338] downe at it: And for mine owne part, I durst not laugh, [l. 339] fo[.] [...]re of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad [l. 340] [.].
Cassi.
[341] But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?
Cask.
[342] He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd [l. 343] at mouth, and was speechlesse.
Brut.
[344] 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.
Cassi.
345 No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I,
And honest Caska, we haue the Falling
sicknesse.
Cask.
[347] I know not what you meane by that, but I am [l. 348] sure Cæsar fell downe. If the tag‑ragge people did not [l. 349] clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and dis [l. 350] pleas'd them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Thea [l. 351] tre, I am no true man.
Brut.
[352] What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?
Cask.
[353] Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd [l. 354] the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he [l. 355] pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat [l. 356] to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I [l. 357] would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might [l. 358] goe to Hell among the Rogues, and so hee fell. When [l. 359] he came to himselfe againe, hee said, If hee had done, or [l. 360] said any thing amisse, he desir'd their Worships to thinke [l. 361] it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I [l. 362] stood, cryed, Alasse good Soule, and forgaue him with [l. 363] all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them; [l. 364] if Cæsar had stab'd their Mothers, they would haue done [l. 365] no lesse.
Brut.
[366] And after that, he came thus sad away.
Cask.
[367] I.
Cassi.
[368] Did Cicero say any thing?
Cask.
[369] I, he spoke Greeke.
Cassi.
[370] To what effect?
Cask.
[371] Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you [l. 372] i'th'face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd [l. 373] at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine [l. 374] owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more [l. 375] newes too: Murrellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes [l. 376] off Cæsars Images, are put to silence. Fare you well. [l. 377] There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remem [l. 378] ber it.
Cassi.
[379] Will you suppe with me to Night, Caska?
Cask.
[380] No, I am promis'd forth.
Cassi.
[381] Will you Dine with me to morrow?
Cask.
[382] I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your [l. 383] Dinner worth the eating.
Cassi.
[384] Good, I will expect you.
Cask.
[385] Doe so: farewell both.
Exit.
Brut.
What a blunt fellow is this growne to be?
He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole.
Cassi.
So is he now, in execution
Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,
390 How‑euer he puts on this tardie forme:
This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit,
Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words
With better Appetite.
Brut.
And so it is:
395 For this time I will leaue you:
To morrow, if you please to speake with me,
I will come home to you: or if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Cassi.
I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World.
Exit Brutus.
400 Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see,
Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought
From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,
That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes:
For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?
405 Cæsar doth beare me hard, but he loues
[..]utus .
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
He should not humor me. I will this Night,
In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw,
As if they came from seuerall Citizens,
410 Writings, all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his Name: wherein obscurely
Cæsars Ambition shall be glanced
at.
And after this, let Cæsar seat him
sure,
For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.
Exit.
[Act 1, Scene 3] §
Thunder, and Lightning. Enter
Caska,
and Cicero.
and Cicero.
Cic.
415 Good euen, Caska: brought you Cæsar home?
Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?
Cask.
Are not you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth
Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero,
I haue seene Tempests, when the scolding Winds
420 Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene
Th'ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame,
To be exalted with the threatning Clouds:
But neuer till to Night, neuer till now,
Did I goe through a Tempest‑dropping‑fire.
425 Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen,
Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
Cic.
Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull?
Cask.
A common slaue, you know him well by sight,
430 Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne
Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd.
Besides, I ha'not since put vp my Sword,
Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,
435 Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me. And there were drawne
Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women,
Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw
Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.
440 And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit,
Euen at Noone‑day, vpon the Market place,
Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies
Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say,
These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:
445 For I beleeue, they are portentous things
Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon.
Cic.
Indeed, it is a strange disposed time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues.
450 Comes Cæsar to the Capitoll to
morrow?
Cask.
He doth: for he did bid Antonio
Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.
Cic.
Good‑night then, Caska:
This disturbed Skie is not to walke in.
Cask.
[455] Farewell Cicero.
Exit Cicero.
Enter Cassius.
Cassi.
[456] Who's there?
Cask.
[457] A Romane.
Cassi.
[458] Caska, by your Voyce.
Cask.
Your Eare is good.
460 Cassius, what Night is this?
Cassi.
[461] A very pleasing Night to honest men.
Cask.
[462] Who euer knew the Heauens menace so?
Cassi.
Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of
faults.
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faults.
For my part, I haue walk'd about the streets,
465 Submitting me vnto the perillous Night;
And thus vnbraced, Caska, as you see,
Haue bar'd my Bosome to the Thunder‑stone:
And when the crosse blew Lightning seem'd to open
The Brest of Heauen, I did present my selfe
470 Euen in the ayme, and very flash of it.
Cask.
But wherefore did you so much tempt the Hea
(uens?
(uens?
It is the part of men, to feare and tremble,
When the most mightie Gods, by tokens send
Such dreadfull Heraulds, to astonish vs.
Cassi.
475 You are dull, Caska:
And those sparkes of Life, that should be in a Roman,
You doe want, or else you vse not.
You looke pale, and gaze, and put on feare,
And cast your selfe in wonder,
480 To see the strange impatience of the Heauens:
But if you would consider the true cause,
Why all these Fires, why all these gliding Ghosts,
Why Birds and Beasts, from qualitie and kinde,
Why Old men, Fooles, and Children calculate,
485 Why all these things change from their Ordinance,
Their Natures, and pre‑formed Faculties,
To monstrous qualitie; why you shall finde,
That Heauen hath infuse'd them with these Spirits,
To make them Instruments of feare, and warning,
490 Vnto some monstrous State.
Now could I (Caska) name to thee a man,
Most like this dreadfull Night,
That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graues, and roares,
As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll:
495 A man no mightier then thy selfe, or me,
In personall action; yet prodigious growne,
And fearefull, as these strange eruptions are.
Cask.
'Tis Cæsar that you meane:
Is it not, Cassius?
Cassi.
500 Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Haue Thewes, and Limbes, like to their Ancestors;
But woe the while, our Fathers mindes are dead,
And we are gouern'd with our Mothers spirits,
Our yoake, and sufferance, shew vs Womanish.
Cask.
505 Indeed, they say, the Senators to morrow
Meane to establish Cæsar as a King:
And he shall weare his Crowne by Sea, and Land,
In euery place, saue here in Italy.
Cassi.
I know where I will weare this Dagger then;
510 Cassius from Bondage will deliuer Cassius:
Therein, yee Gods, you make the weake most strong;
Therein, yee Gods, you Tyrants doe defeat.
Nor Stonie Tower, nor Walls of beaten Brasse,
Nor ayre‑lesse Dungeon, nor strong Linkes of Iron,
515 Can be retentiue to the strength of spirit:
But Life being wearie of these worldly Barres,
Neuer lacks power to dismisse it selfe.
If I know this, know all the World besides,
That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare,
520 I can shake off at pleasure.
Thunder still.
Cask.
So can I:
So euery Bond‑man in his owne hand beares
The power to cancell his Captiuitie.
Cassi.
And why should Cæsar be a Tyrant
then?
525 Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe,
But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe:
He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes.
Those that with haste will make a mightie fire,
Begin it with weake Strawes. What trash is Rome?
530 What Rubbish, and what Offall? when it serues
For the base matter, to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cæsar. But oh
Griefe,
Where hast thou led me? I (perhaps) speake this
Before a willing Bond‑man: then I know
535 My answere must be made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
Cask.
You speake to Caska, and to such a man,
That is no flearing Tell‑tale. Hold, my Hand:
Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes,
540 And I will set this foot of mine as farre,
As who goes farthest.
Cassi.
There's a Bargaine made.
Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already
Some certaine of the Noblest minded Romans
545 To vnder‑goe, with me, an Enterprize,
Of Honorable dangerous consequence;
And I doe know by this, they stay for me
In Pompeyes Porch: for now this fearefull
Night,
There is no stirre, or walking in the streetes;
550 And the Complexion of the Element
Is Fauors, like the Worke we haue in hand,
Most bloodie, fierie, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna.
Caska.
Stand close a while, for heere comes one in
haste.
haste.
Cassi.
'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate,
555 He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?
Cinna.
To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus
Cymber?
Cymber?
Cassi.
No, it is Caska, one incorporate
To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
Cinna.
I am glad on't.
560 What a fearefull Night is this?
There's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights.
Cassi.
Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
Cinna.
Yes, you are. O Cassius,
If you could but winne the Noble Brutus
565 To our party⸺
Cassi.
Be you content. Good Cinna, take this
Paper,
And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre,
Where Brutus may but finde it: and throw
this
In at his Window; set this vp with Waxe
570 Vpon old Brutus Statue: all this done,
Repaire to Pompeyes Porch, where you shall
finde vs.
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cinna.
All, but Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone
To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie,
575 And so bestow these Papers as you bad me.
Cassi.
That done, repayre to Pompeyes Theater.
Exit Cinna.
Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of
him
Is ours alreadie, and the man entire
580 Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours.
Cask.
O, he sits high in all the Peoples hearts:
And that which would appeare Offence in vs,
His Countenance, like richest Alchymie,
Will change to Vertue, and to Worthinesse.
Cassi.
585 Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You haue right well conceited: let vs goe,
For it is after Mid‑night, and ere day,
We will awake him, and be sure of him.
Exeunt.
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Actus Secundus.
[Act 2, Scene 1] §
Enter Brutus in his
Orchard.
Brut.
What Lucius, hoe?
590 I cannot, by the progresse of the Starres,
Giue guesse how neere to day——Lucius, I say?
I would it were my fault to sleepe so soundly.
When Lucius, when? awake, I say: what Lucius?
Enter Lucius.
Luc.
Call'd you, my Lord?
Brut.
595 Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc.
I will, my Lord.
Exit.
Brut.
It must be by his death: and for my part,
I know no personall cause, to spurne at him,
600 But for the generall. He would be crown'd:
How that might change his nature, there's the question?
It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder,
And that craues warie walking: Crowne him that,
And then I graunt we put a Sting in him,
605 That at his will he may doe danger with.
Th'abuse of Greatnesse, is, when it dis‑ioynes
Remorse from Power: And to speake truth of Cæsar,
I haue not knowne, when his Affections sway'd
More then his Reason. But 'tis a common proofe,
610 That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions Ladder,
Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face:
But when he once attaines the vpmost Round,
He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe,
Lookes in the Clouds, scorning the base degrees
615 By which he did ascend: so Cæsar
may;
Then least he may, preuent. And since the Quarrell
Will beare no colour, for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would runne to these, and these extremities:
620 And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge,
Which hatch'd, would as his kinde grow mischieuous;
And kill him in the shell.
Enter Lucius.
Luc.
The Taper burneth in your Closet, Sir:
Searching the Window for a Flint, I found
625 This Paper, thus seal'd vp, and I am sure
It did not lye there when I went to Bed.
Giues him the
Letter.
Brut.
Get you to Bed againe, it is not day:
Is not to morrow (Boy) the first of March?
Luc.
I know not, Sir.
Brut.
630 Looke in the Calender, and bring me word.
Luc.
I will, Sir.
Exit.
Brut.
The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre,
Giue so much light, that I may reade by them.
Opens the Letter,
and reades.
Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thy selfe:
635 Shall Rome, &c. speake, strike, redresse.
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake.
Such instigations haue beene often dropt,
Where I haue tooke them vp:
Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it
out:
640 Shall Rome stand vnder one mans awe? What Rome?
My Ancestors did from the streetes of Rome
The Tarquin driue, when he was call'd a
King.
Speake, strike, redresse. Am I entreated
To speake, and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
645 If the redresse will follow, thou receiuest
Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus.
Enter Lucius.
Luc.
Sir, March is wasted fifteene dayes.
Knocke within.
Brut.
'Tis good. Go to the Gate, some body knocks:
Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
650 I haue not slept.
Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing,
And the first motion, all the Interim is
Like a Phantasma, or a hideous Dreame:
The Genius, and the mortall Instruments
655 Are then in councell; and the state of a man,
Like to a little Kingdome, suffers then
The nature of an Insurrection.
Enter Lucius.
Luc.
Sir, 'tis your Brother Cassius at the
Doore,
Who doth desire to see you.
Brut.
660 Is he alone?
Luc.
No, Sir, there are moe with him.
Brut.
Doe you know them?
Luc.
No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Eares,
And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes,
665 That by no meanes I may discouer them,
By any marke of fauour.
Brut.
Let 'em enter:
They are the Faction. O Conspiracie,
Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night,
670 When euills are most free? O then, by day
Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough,
To maske thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Conspiracie,
Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie:
For if thou path thy natiue semblance on,
675 Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough,
To hide thee from preuention.
Enter the Conspirators, Cassius,
Caska, Decius,
Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
Cass.
I thinke we are too bold vpon your Rest:
Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you?
Brut.
I haue beene vp this howre, awake all Night:
680 Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cass.
Yes, euery man of them; and no man here
But honors you: and euery one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of your selfe,
Which euery Noble Roman beares of you.
685 This is Trebonius.
Brut.
He is welcome hither.
Cass.
This, Decius Brutus.
Brut.
He is welcome too.
Cass.
This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus
Cymber.
Cymber.
Brut.
690 They are all welcome.
What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues
Betwixt your Eyes, and Night?
Cass.
Shall I entreat a word?
They whisper.
Decius.
Here lyes the East: doth not the Day breake
heere?
heere?
Cask.
695 No.
Cin.
O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines,
That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day.
Cask.
You shall confesse, that you are both deceiu'd:
Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne arises,
700 Which is a great way growing on the South,
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Weighing the youthfull Season of the yeare.
Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North
He first presents his fire, and the high East
Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere.
Bru.
705 Giue me your hands all ouer, one by one.
Cas.
And let vs sweare our Resolution.
Brut.
No, not an Oa[..]: if not the Face of men,
The sufferance of our Soules, the times Abuse;
If these be Motiues weake, breake off betimes,
710 And euery man hence, to his idle bed:
So let high‑sighted‑Tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by Lottery. But if these
(As I am sure they do) beare fire enough
To kindle Cowards, and to steele with valour
715 The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen,
What neede we any spurre, but our owne cause
To pricke vs to redresse? What other Bond,
Then secret Romans, that haue spoke the word,
And will not palter? And what other Oath,
720 Then Honesty to Honesty ingag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it.
Sweare Priests and Cowards, and men Cautelous
Old feeble Carrions, and such suffering Soules
That welcome wrongs: Vnto bad causes, sweare
725 Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not staine
The euen vertue of our Enterprize,
Nor th'insuppressiue Mettle of our Spirits,
To thinke, that or our Cause, or our Performance
Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood
730 That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares
Is guilty of a seuerall Bastardie,
If he do breake the smallest Particle
Of any promise that hath past from him.
Cas.
But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
735 I thinke he will stand very strong with vs.
Cask.
Let vs not leaue him out.
Cyn.
No, by no meanes.
Metel.
O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires
Will purchase vs a good opinion:
740 And buy mens voyces, to commend our deeds:
It shall be sayd, his iudgement rul'd our hands,
Our youths, and wildenesse, shall no whit appeare,
But all be buried in his Grauity.
Bru.
O name him not; let vs not breake with him,
745 For he will neuer follow any thing
That other men begin.
Cas.
Then leaue him out.
Cask.
Indeed, he is not fit.
Decius.
Shall no man else be toucht, but onely Cæsar?
Cas.
750 Decius well vrg'd: I thinke it is not
meet,
Marke Antony, so well belou'd of Cæsar,
Should out‑liue Cæsar, we shall
finde of him
A shrew'd Contriuer. And you know, his meanes
If he improue them, may well stretch so farre
755 As to annoy vs all: which to preuent,
Let Antony and Cæsar fall together.
Bru.
Our course will seeme too bloody, Caius
Cassius,
To cut the Head off, and then hacke the Limbes:
Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards:
760 For Antony, is but a Limbe of Cæsar.
Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius:
We all stand vp against the spirit of Cæsar,
And in the Spirit of men, there is no blood:
O that we then could come by Cæsars
Spirit,
765 And not dismember Cæsar! But (alas)
Cæsar must bleed for it. And gentle
Friends,
Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully:
Let's carue him, as a Dish fit for the Gods,
Not hew him as a Carkasse fit for Hounds:
770 And let our Hearts, as subtle Masters do,
Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage,
And after seeme to chide 'em. This shall make
Our purpose Necessary, and not Enuious.
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
775 We shall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers.
And for Marke Antony, thinke not of him:
For he can do no more then Cæsars
Arme,
When Cæsars head is off.
Cas.
Yet I feare him,
780 For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Cæsar.
Bru.
Alas, good Cassius, do not thinke of him:
If he loue Cæsar, all that he can
do
Is to himselfe; take thought, and dye for Cæsar,
And that were much he should: for he is giuen
785 To sports, to wildenesse, and much company.
Treb.
There is no feare in him; let him not dye,
For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.
Clocke strikes.
Bru.
Peace, count the Clocke.
Cas.
The Clocke hath stricken three.
Treb.
790 'Tis time to part.
Cass.
But it is doubtfull yet,
Whether Cæsar will come forth to day,
or no:
For he is Superstitious growne of late,
Quite from the maine Opinion he held once,
795 Of Fantasie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies:
It may be, these apparant Prodigies,
The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night,
And the perswasion of his Augurers,
May hold him from the Capitoll to day.
Decius.
800 Neuer feare that: If he be so resolu'd,
I can ore‑sway him: For he loues to heare,
That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees,
And Beares with Glasses, Elephants with Holes,
Lyons with Toyles, and men with Flatterers.
805 But, when I tell him, he hates Flatterers,
He sayes, he does; being then most flattered.
Let me worke:
For I can giue his humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the Capitoll.
Cass.
810 Nay, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him.
Bru.
By the eight houre, is that the vttermost?
Cin.
Be that the vttermost, and faile not then.
Met.
Caius Ligarius doth beare Cæsar hard,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
815 I wonder none of you haue thought of him.
Bru.
Now good Metellus go along by him:
He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reasons,
Send him but hither, and Ile fashion him.
Cas.
The morning comes vpon's:
820 Wee'l leaue you Brutus,
And Friends disperse your selues; but all remember
What you haue said, and shew your selues true Romans.
Bru.
Good Gentlemen, looke fresh and merrily,
Let not our lookes put on our purposes,
825 But beare it as our Roman Actors do,
With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Constancie,
And so good morrow to you euery one.
Exeunt.
Manet Brutus.
Boy: Lucius: Fast asleepe? It is no
matter,
Enioy the hony‑heauy‑Dew of Slumber:
830 Thou hast no Figures, nor no Fantasies,
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Which busie care drawes, in the braines of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Enter Portia.
Por.
Brutus, my Lord.
Bru.
Portia: What meane you? wherfore rise you
now?
835 It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weake condition, to the raw cold morning.
Por.
Nor for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutus
Stole from my bed: and yesternight at Supper
You sodainly arose, and walk'd about,
840 Musing, and sighing, with your armes a‑crosse
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You star'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.
I vrg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stampt with your foote:
845 Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
But with an angry wafter of your hand
Gaue signe for me to leaue you: So I did,
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Which seem'd too much inkindled; and withall,
850 Hoping it was but an effect of Humor,
Which sometime hath his houre with euery man.
It will not let you eate, nor talke, nor sleepe;
And could it worke so much vpon your shape,
As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condltion Condition,
855 I should not know you Brutus. Deare my
Lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of greefe.
Bru.
I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por.
Brutus is wise, and were he not in
health,
He would embrace the meanes to come by it.
Bru.
860 Why so I do: good Portia go to bed.
Por.
Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall
To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours
Of the danke Morning? What, is Brutus
sicke?
And will he steale out of his wholsome bed
865 To dare the vile contagion of the Night?
And tempt the Rhewmy, and vnpurged Ayre,
To adde vnto hit his sicknesse? No my Brutus,
You haue some sicke Offence within your minde,
Which by the Right and Vertue of my place
870 I ought to know of: And vpon my knees,
I charme you, by my once commended Beauty,
By all your vowes of Loue, and that great Vow
Which did incorporate and make vs one,
That you vnfold to me, your selfe; your halfe
875 Why you are heauy: and what men to night
Haue had resort to you: for heere haue beene
Some sixe or seuen, who did hide their faces
Euen from darknesse.
Bru.
Kneele not gentle Portia.
Por.
880 I should not neede, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within tho the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,
Is it excepted, I should know no Secrets
That appertaine to you? Am I your Selfe,
But as it were in sort, or limitation?
885 To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,
And talke 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.
Bru.
You are my true and honourable Wife,
890 As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes
That visit my sad heart.
Por.
If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife:
895 I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
A Woman well reputed: Cato's Daughter.
Thinke you, I am no stronger then my Sex
Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded?
Tell me your Counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
900 I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie,
Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound
Heere, in the Thigh: Can I be[..]e that with
patience,
And not my Husbands Secrets?
Bru.
O ye Gods!
905 Render me worthy of this Noble Wife.
Knocke.
Harke, harke, one knockes: Portia go in a
while,
And by and by thy bosome shall partake
The secrets of my Heart.
All my engagements, I will construe to thee,
910 All the Charractery of my sad browes:
Leaue me with hast.
Exit Portia.
Enter Lucius and
Ligarius.
Lucius,who's that knockes.
Luc.
Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you.
Bru.
Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
915 Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?
Cai.
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
Bru.
O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius
To weare a Kerchiefe? Would you were not sicke.
Cai.
I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand
920 Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.
Bru.
Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius,
Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it.
Cai.
By all the Gods that Romans bow before,
I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome,
925 Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,
Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp
My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,
And I will striue with things impossible,
Yea get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru.
930 A peece of worke,
That will make sicke men whole.
Cai.
But are not some whole, that we must make sicke?
Bru.
That must we also. What it is my Caius,
I shall vnfold to thee, as we are going,
935 To whom it must be done.
Cai.
Set on your foote,
And with a heart new‑fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
Thunder.
Bru.
940 Follow me then.
Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 2] §
Thunder & Lightning,
Enter Iulius Cæsar in his
Night‑gowne.
Cæsar.
Nor Heauen, nor Earth,
Haue beene at peace to night:
Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed
out,
Helpe, ho: They murther Cæsar. Who's
within?
Enter a Seruant.
Ser.
945 My Lord.
Cæs.
Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of Successe.
Ser.
I will my Lord.
Exit
Enter Calphurnia.
Cal.
What mean you Cæsar? Think you to walk
forth?
950 You shall not stirre out of your house to day.
Cæs.
Cæsar shall forth; the things that
threaten'd me,
Ne're look'd but on my backe: When they shall see
The face of Cæsar, they are
vanished.
Calp.
Cæsar, I neuer stood on Ceremonies,
955 Yet now they fright me: There is one within,
Besides the things that we haue heard and seene,
Recounts most horrid sights seene by the Watch.
A Lionnesse hath whelped in the streets,
And Graues haue yawn'd, and yeelded vp their dead;
960 Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds
In Rankes and Squadrons, and right forme of Warre
Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll:
The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre:
Horsses do neigh, and dying men did grone,
965 And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets.
O Cæsar, these things are beyond all
vse,
And I do feare them.
Cæs.
What can be auoyded
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods?
970 Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these
Predictions
Are to the world in generall, as to Cæsar.
Calp.
When Beggers dye, there are no Comets seen,
The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes
Caes.
Cowards dye many times before their deaths,
975 The valiant neuer taste of death but once:
Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard,
It seemes to me most strange that men should feare,
Seeing that death, a necessary end
Will come, when it will come.
Enter a Seruant.
980 What say the Augurers?
Ser.
They would not haue you to stirre forth to day.
Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth,
They could not finde a heart within the beast.
Cæs.
The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice:
985 Cæsar should be a Beast without a
heart
If he should stay at home to day for feare:
No Cæsar shall not; Danger knowes full
well
That Cæsar is more dangerous then
he.
We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day,
990 And I the elder and more terrible,
And Cæsar shall go foorth.
Calp.
Alas my Lord,
Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence:
Do not go forth to day: Call it my feare,
995 That keepes you in the house, and not your owne.
Wee'l send Mark Antony to the Senate
house,
And he shall say, you are not well to day:
Let me vpon my knee, preuaile in this.
Cæs.
Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
1000 And for thy humor, I will stay at home.
Enter Decius.
Heere's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them
so.
Deci.
Cæsar, all haile: Good morrow worthy
Cæsar,
I come to fetch you to the Senate house.
Cæs.
And you are come in very happy time,
1005 To beare my greeting to the Senators,
And tell them that I will not come to day:
Cannot, is false: and that I dare not, falser:
I will not come to day, tell them so Decius.
Calp.
Say he is sicke.
Cæs.
1010 Shall Cæsar send a Lye?
Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre,
To be afear'd to tell Gray‑beards the truth:
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.
Deci.
Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some
cause,
1015 Lest I be laught at when I tell them so.
Cæs.
The cause is in my Will, I will not come,
That is enough to satisfie the Senate.
But for your priuate satisfaction,
Because I loue you, I will let you know.
1020 Calphurnia heere my wife, stayes me at
home:
She dreampt to night, she saw my Statue,
Which like a Fountaine, with an hundred spouts
Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, & did bathe their hands in it:
1025 And these does she apply, for warnings and portents,
And euils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to day.
Deci.
This Dreame is all amisse interpreted,
It was a vision, faire and fortunate:
1030 Your Statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies, that from you great Rome shall sucke
Reuiuing blood, and that great men shall presse
For Tinctures, Staines, Reliques, and Cognisance.
1035 This by Calphurnia's Dreame is signified.
Cæs.
And this way haue you well expounded it.
Deci.
I haue, when you haue heard what I can say:
And know it now, the Senate haue concluded
To giue this day, a Crowne to mighty Cæsar.
1040 If you shall send them word you will not come,
Their mindes may change. Besides, it were a mocke
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,
Breake vp the Senate, till another time:
When Cæsars wife shall meete with
better Dreames.
1045 If Cæsar hide himselfe, shall they not
whisper
Loe Cæsar is affraid?
Pardon me Cæsar, for my deere deere
loue
To your proceeding, bids me tell you this:
And reason to my loue is liable.
Cæs
1050 How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia?
I am ashamed I did yeeld to them.
Giue me my Robe, for I will go.
Enter Brutus, Ligarius,
Metellus, Caska, Trebo
nius, Cynna, and Publius.
nius, Cynna, and Publius.
And looke where Publius is come to fetch
me.
Pub.
Good morrow Cæsar.
Cæs.
1055 Welcome Publius.
What Brutus, are you stirr'd so earely
too?
Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne're so much your enemy,
Cæsar was ne're so much your enemy,
As that same Ague which hath made you leane.
What is't a Clocke?
Bru.
1060 Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
Cæs.
I thanke you for your paines and curtesie.
Enter Antony.
See, Antony that Reuels long
a‑nights
Is notwithstanding vp. Good morrow Antony
Ant.
So to most Noble Cæsar
Cæs.
1065 Bid them prepare within:
I am too blame to be thus waited for.
Now Cynna, now Metellus: what Trebonius,
I haue an houres talke in store for you:
Remember that you call on me to day:
1070 Be neere me, that I may remember you.
Treb.
Cæsar I will: and so neere will I
be,
That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further.
Cæs.
Good Friends go in, and taste some wine with me.
And we (like Friends) will straight way go together.
Bru.
1075 That euery like is not the same, O Cæsar,
The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon.
Exeunt
[Act 2, Scene 3] §
Enter Artemidorus.
[1077] Cæsar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Cassius; come not neere {p. 118} The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar. [l. 1078] neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, trust not Trebonius, marke [l. 1079] well Metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus loues thee not: Thou [l. 1080] hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one minde in all [l. 1081] these men, and it is bent against Cæsar: If thou beest not Im [l. 1082] mortall, looke about you: Security giues way to Conspiracie. [l. 1083] The mighty Gods defend thee. [l. 1084] Thy Louer, Artemidorus.
1085 Heere will I stand, till Cæsar passe
along,
And as a Sutor will I giue him this:
My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue
Out of the teeth of Emulation.
If thou reade this, O Cæsar, thou
mayest liue;
1090 If not, the Fates with Traitors do contriue.
Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 4] §
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por.
I prythee Boy, run to the Senate‑house,
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why doest thou stay?
Luc.
To know my errand Madam.
Por.
1095 I would haue had thee there and heere agen
Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there:
O Constancie, be strong vpon my side,
Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue:
I haue a mans minde, but a womans might:
1100 How hard it is for women to keepe counsell.
Art thou heere yet?
Luc.
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else?
And so returne to you, and nothing else?
Por.
1105 Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well,
For he went sickly forth: and take good note
What Cæsar doth, what Sutors presse to
him.
Hearke Boy, what noyse is that?
Luc.
I heare none Madam
Por.
1110 Prythee listen well:
I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray,
And the winde brings it from the Capitoll.
Luc.
Sooth Madam, I heare nothing.
Enter the Soothsayer.
Por.
Come hither Fellow, which way hast thou bin?
Sooth.
1115 At mine owne house, good Lady.
Por.
What is't a clocke?
Sooth.
About the ninth houre Lady.
Por.
Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitoll?
Sooth.
Madam not yet, I go to take my stand,
1120 To see him passe on to the Capitoll.
Por.
Thou hast some suite to Cæsar, hast
thou not?
Sooth.
That I haue Lady, if it will please Cæsar
To be so good [..]
Cæsar, as to heare me:
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Por.
1125 Why know'st thou any harme's intended to
wards [....]
wards [....]
Sooth.
None that I know will be,
Much that I feare may chance:
Good morrow to you: heere the street is narrow:
The throng [....] followes Cæsar at the heeles,
1130 Of Senators, of Prætors, common Sutors,
Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death:
Ile get me to a place more vo[.]d, and
there
Speake to great Cæsar as he comes
along.
Exit
Por.
I m[..]t; go [..]:
1135 Aye me! How weake a thing
The heart of woman is? O B[.....]
,
The Heauens speede thee [..]
enterprize.
Sure the Boy heard me: [.] hath a suite
That Cæsar will not grant. O, I grow
faint:
1140 Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord,
Say I am merry; Come to me againe,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius.
[Act 3, Scene 1] §
Flourish.
Enter Cæsar, Brutus,
Cassius, Caska, Decius, Metellus, Tre
bonius, Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Pub
lius, and the Soothsayer.
bonius, Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Pub
lius, and the Soothsayer.
Cæs.
The Ides of March are come.
Sooth.
I Cæsar, but not gone.
Art.
1145 Haile Cæsar: Read this scedule.
Deci.
Trebonius doth desire you to
ore‑read
(At your best leysure) this his humble suite.
Art.
O Cæsar, reade mine first: for mine's a
suite
That touches Cæsar neerer. Read it
great Cæsar.
Cæs.
1150 What touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd.
Art.
Delay not Cæsar, read it instantly.
Cæs.
What, is the fellow mad?
Pub.
Sirra, giue place.
Cassi.
What, vrge you your Petitions in the street?
1155 Come to the Capitoll.
Popil.
I wish your enterprize to day may thriue.
Cassi.
What enterprize Popillius?
Popil.
Fare you well.
Bru.
What said Popillius Lena?
Cassi.
1160 He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue:
I feare our purpose is discouered.
Bru.
Looke how he makes to Cæsar: marke
him.
Cassi.
Caska be sodaine, for we feare
preuention.
Brutus what shall be done? If this be knowne,
1165 Cassius or Cæsar neuer shall turne backe,
For I will slay my selfe.
Bru.
Cassius be constant:
Popillius Lena speakes not of our
purposes,
For looke he smiles, and Cæsar doth not
change.
Cassi.
1170 Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus
He drawes Mark Antony out of the way.
Deci.
Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go,
And presently preferre his suite to Cæsar.
Bru.
He is addrest: presse neere, and second him.
Cin.
1175 Caska, you are the first that reares your
hand.
Cæs.
Are we all ready? What is now amisse,
That Cæsar and his Senate must
redresse?
Metel.
Most high, most mighty, and most puisant Cæsar
Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate
1180 An humble heart.
Cæs.
I must preuent thee Cymber:
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turne pre‑Ordinance, and first Decree
1185 Into the lane of Children. Be not fond,
To thinke that Cæsar beares such Rebell
blood
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,
Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:
1190 Thy Brother by decree is banished:
If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,
I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without
cause
Will he be satisfied.
Metel.
1195 Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne,
To
{p. 119}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsars
eare,
For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?
Bru.
I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery Cæsar:
Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may
1200 Haue an immediate freedome of repeale.
Cæs.
What Brutus?
Cassi.
Pardon Cæsar: Cæsar pardon:
As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall,
To begge infranchisement for Publius
Cymber.
Cæs.
1205 I could be well mou'd, if I were as you,
If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me:
But I am constant as the Northerne Starre,
Of whose true fixt, and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the Firmament.
1210 The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes,
They are all Fire, and euery one doth shine:
But, there's but one in all doth hold his place.
So, in the World; 'Tis furnish'd well with Men,
And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensiue;
1215 Yet in the number, I do know but One
That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke,
Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little shew it, euen in this:
That I was constant Cymber should be
banish'd,
1220 And constant do remaine to keepe him so.
Cinna.
O Cæsar.
Cæs.
Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?
Decius.
Great Cæsar.
Cæs.
Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele?
Cask.
1225 Speake hands for me.
They stab
Cæsar.
Cæs.
Et Tu Brutè?⸺Then fall Cæsar.
Dyes
Cin.
Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead,
Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets.
Cassi.
Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out
1230 Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchisement.
Bru.
People and Senators, be not affrighted:
Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid.
Cask.
Go to the Pulpit Brutus.
Dec.
And Cassius too.
Bru.
1235 Where's Publius?
Cin.
Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Met.
Stand fast together, least some Friend of Cæsars
Should chance⸺
Bru.
Talke not of standing. Publius good
cheere,
1240 There is no harme intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them Publius.
Cassi.
And leaue vs Publius, least that the
people
Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischief.
Bru.
Do so, and let no man abide this deede,
1245 But we the Doers.
Enter Trebonius.
Cassi.
Where is Antony?
Treb.
Fled to his House amaz'd:
Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,
As it were Doomesday.
Bru.
1250 Fates, we will know your pleasures:
That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time
And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon.
Cask.
Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,
Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death.
Bru.
1255 Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit:
So are we Cæsars Friends, that haue
abridg'd
His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,
And let vs bathe our hands in Cæsars
blood
Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:
1260 Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,
And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,
Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.
Cassi.
Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence
Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer,
1265 In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne?
Bru.
How many times shall Cæsar bleed in
sport,
That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along,
No worthier then the dust?
Cassi.
So oft as that shall be,
1270 So often shall the knot of vs be call'd,
The Men that gaue their Country liberty.
Dec.
What, shall we forth?
Cassi.
I, euery man away.
Brutus shall leade, and we will grace his
heeles
1275 With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Seruant.
Bru.
Soft, who comes heere? A friend of Antonies.
Ser.
Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe,
And being prostrate, thus he bad me say:
1280 Brutus is Noble, Wise, Valiant, and
Honest;
Cæsar was Mighty, Bold, Royall, and
Louing:
Say, I loue Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and
lou'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
1285 May safely come to him, and be resolu'd
How Cæsar hath deseru'd to lye in
death,
Mark Antony, shall not loue Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus liuing; but will follow
The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus,
1290 Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State,
With all true Faith. So sayes my Master Antony.
Bru.
Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane,
I neuer thought him worse:
Tell him, so please him come vnto this place
1295 He shall be satisfied: and by my Honor
Depart vntouch'd.
Ser.
Ile fetch him presently.
Exit Seruant.
Bru.
I know that we shall haue him well to Friend.
Cassi.
I wish we may: But yet haue I a minde
1300 That feares him much: and my misgiuing still
Falles shrewdly to the purpose.
Enter Antony.
Bru.
But heere comes Antony:
Welcome Mark Antony.
Ant.
O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lye so
lowe?
1305 Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles,
Shrunke to this little Measure? Fare thee well.
I know not Gentlemen what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is ranke:
If I my selfe, there is no houre so fit
1310 As Cæsars deaths houre; nor no
Instrument
Of halfe that worth, as those your Swords; made rich
With the most Noble blood of all this World.
I do beseech yee, if you beare me hard,
Now, whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake,
1315 Fulfill your pleasure. Liue a thousand yeeres,
I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye.
No place will please me so, no meane of death,
As heere by Cæsar, and by you cut
off,
The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age.
Bru.
1320 O Antony! Begge not your death of vs:
Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell,
As by our hands, and this our present Acte
You see we do: Yet see you but our hands,
And
{p. 120}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
And this, the bleeding businesse they haue done:
1325 Our hearts you see not, they are pittifull:
And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome,
As fire driues out fire, so pitty, pitty
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your
part,
To you, our Swords haue leaden points Marke
Antony:
1330 Our Armes in strength of malice, and our Hearts
Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in,
With all kinde loue, good thoughts, and reuerence.
Cassi.
Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans,
In the disposing of new Dignities.
Bru.
1335 Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd
The Multitude, beside themselues with feare,
And then, we will deliuer you the cause,
Why I, that did loue Cæsar when I
strooke him,
Haue thus proceeded.
Ant.
1340 I doubt not of your Wisedome:
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;
1345 Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours;
Though last, not least in loue, yours good Trebonius.
Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say,
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,
1350 Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.
That I did loue thee Cæsar, O 'tis
true:
If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,
Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
1355 Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?
Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse,
Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood,
It would become me better, then to close
1360 In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me Iulius, heere was't thou bay'd braue
Hart,
Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand
Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee.
O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,
1365 And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.
How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes,
Dost thou heere lye?
Cassi.
Mark Antony.
Ant.
Pardon me Caius Cassius:
1370 The Enemies of Cæsar, shall say
this:
Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie.
Cassi.
I blame you not for praising Cæsar
so.
But what compact meane you to haue with vs?
Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,
1375 Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant.
Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed
Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Cæsar.
Friends am I with you all, and loue you all,
Vpon this hope, that you shall giue me Reasons,
1380 Why, and wherein, Cæsar was
dangerous.
Bru.
Or else were this a sauage Spectacle:
Our Reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you Antony, the Sonne of Cæsar,
You should be satisfied.
Ant.
1385 That's all I seeke,
And am moreouer sutor, that I may
Produce his body to the Market‑place,
And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend,
Speake in the Order of his Funerall.
Bru.
1390 You shall Marke Antony.
Cassi.
Brutus, a word with you:
You know not what you do; Do not consent
That Antony speake in his Funerall:
Know you how much the people may be mou'd
1395 By that which he will vtter.
Bru.
By your pardon:
I will my selfe into the Pulpit first,
And shew the reason of our Cæsars
death.
What Antony shall speake, I will protest
1400 He speakes by leaue, and by permission:
And that we are contented Cæsar
shall
Haue all true Rites, and lawfull Ceremonies,
It shall aduantage more, then do vs wrong.
Cassi.
I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru.
1405 Mark Antony, heere take you Cæsars body:
You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs,
But speake all good you can deuise of Cæsar,
And say you doo't by our permission:
Else shall you not haue any hand at all
1410 About his Funerall. And you shall speake
In the same Pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Ant.
Be it so:
I do desire no more.
Bru.
1415 Prepare the body then, and follow vs.
Exeunt.
Manet Antony.
O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth:
That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.
Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man
That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
1420 Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.
Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,
(Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,
To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)
A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;
1425 Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in vse,
And dreadfull Obiects so familiar,
That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold
1430 Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:
All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds,
And Cæsars Spirit ranging for
Reuenge,
With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell,
Shall in these Confines, with a Monarkes voyce,
1435 Cry hauocke, and let slip the Dogges of Warre,
That this foule deede, shall smell aboue the earth
With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall.
Enter Octauio's
Seruant.
You serue Octauius Cæsar, do you
not?
Ser.
I do Marke Antony.
Ant.
1440 Cæsar did write for him to come to
Rome.
Ser.
He did receiue his Letters, and is comming,
And bid me say to you by word of mouth⸺
O Cæsar!
Ant.
Thy heart is bigge: get thee a‑part and weepe:
1445 Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,
Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy Master comming?
Ser.
He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome.
Ant.
Post backe with speede,
1450 And tell him what hath chanc'd:
Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octauius yet,
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a‑while,
Thou
{p. 121}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course
1455 Into the Market place: There shall I try
In my Oration, how the People take
The cruell issue of these bloody men,
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To yong Octauius, of the state of things.
1460 Lend me your hand.
Exeunt
[Act 3, Scene 2] §
Enter Brutus and goes into the
Pulpit, and Cassi
us, with the Plebeians.
us, with the Plebeians.
Ple.
We will be satisfied: let vs be satisfied.
Bru.
Then follow me, and giue me Audience friends.
Cassius go you into the other streete,
And part the Numbers:
1465 Those that will heare me speake, let 'em stay heere;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with
him,
And publike Reasons shall be rendred
Of Cæsars death.
1. Ple.
I will heare Brutus speake.
2.
1470 I will heare Cassius, and compare their
Reasons,
When seuerally we heare them rendred.
3.
The Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence.
Bru.
[1473] Be patient till the last. [l. 1474] Romans, Countrey‑men, and Louers, heare mee for my [l. 1475] cause, and be silent, that you may heare. Beleeue me for [l. 1476] mine Honor, and haue respect to mine Honor, that you [l. 1477] may beleeue. Censure me in your Wisedom, and awake [l. 1478] your Senses, that you may the better Iudge. If there bee [l. 1479] any in this Assembly, any deere Friend of Cæsars, to him [l. 1480] I say, that Brutus loue to Cæsar, was no lesse then his. If [l. 1481] then, that Friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, [l. 1482] this is my answer: Not that I lou'd Cæsar lesse, but [l. 1483] that I lou'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were li [l. 1484] uing, and dye all Slaues; then that Cæsar were dead, to [l. 1485] liue all Free‑men? As Cæsar lou'd mee, I weepe for him; [l. 1486] as he was Fortunate, I reioyce at it; as he was Valiant, I [l. 1487] honour him: But, as he was Ambitious, I slew him. There [l. 1488] is Teares, for his Loue: Ioy, for his Fortune: Honor, for [l. 1489] his Valour: and Death, for his Ambition. Who is heere [l. 1490] so base, that would be a Bondman? If any, speak, for him [l. 1491] haue I offended. Who is heere so rude, that would not [l. 1492] be a Roman? If any, speak, for him haue I offended. Who [l. 1493] is heere so vile, that will not loue his Countrey? If any, [l. 1494] speake, for him haue I offended. I pause for a Reply.
All.
[1495] None Brutus, none.
Brutus.
[1496] Then none haue I offended. I haue done no [l. 1497] more to Cæsar, then you shall do to Brutus. The Questi [l. 1498] on of his death, is inroll'd in the Capitoll: his Glory not [l. 1499] extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences en [l. 1500] forc'd, for which he suffered death.
Enter Mark Antony, with
Cæsars body.
Heere comes his Body, mourn'd by Marke Antony, who
though he had no hand in his death, shall receiue the
be
nefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth, as which
of you shall not. With this I depart, that as I
slewe my
best Louer for the good of Rome, I haue the same
Dag
ger for my selfe, when it shall please my Country to
need
my death.
All.
Liue Brutus, liue, liue.
1.
Bring him with Triumph home vnto his house.
2.
Giue him a Statue with his Ancestors.
3.
Let him be Cæsar.
4.
1505 Cæsars better parts,
Shall be Crown'd in Brutus.
1.
Wee'l bring him to his House,
With Showts and Clamors.
Bru.
My Country‑men.
2.
1510 Peace, silence, Brutus speakes.
1.
Peace ho.
Bru.
Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And (for my sake) stay heere with Antony:
Do grace to Cæsars Corpes, and grace
his Speech
1515 Tending to Cæsars Glories, which Marke Antony
(By our permission) is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you, not a man depart,
Saue I alone, till Antony haue spoke.
Exit
1
Stay ho, and let vs heare Mark Antony.
3
1520 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire,
Wee'l heare him: Noble Antony go vp.
Ant.
For Brutus sake, I am beholding to you.
4
What does he say of Brutus?
3
He sayes, for Brutus sake
1525 He findes himselfe beholding to vs all.
4
'Twere best he speake no harme of Brutus
heere?
1
This Cæsar was a Tyrant.
3
Nay that's certaine:
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
2
1530 Peace, let vs heare what Antony can say.
Ant.
You gentle Romans.
All.
Peace hoe, let vs heare him.
An.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears:
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise
him:
1535 The euill that men do, liues after them,
The good is oft enterred with their bones,
So let it be with Cæsar. The Noble Brutus,
Hath told you Cæsar was Ambitious:
If it were so, it was a greeuous Fault,
1540 And greeuously hath Cæsar answer'd
it.
Heere, vnder leaue of Brutus, and the rest
(For Brutus is an Honourable man,
So are they all; all Honourable men)
Come I to speake in Cæsars
Funerall.
1545 He was my Friend, faithfull, and iust to me;
But Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious,
And Brutus is an Honourable man.
He hath brought many Captiues home to Rome,
Whose Ransomes, did the generall Coffers fill:
1550 Did this in Cæsar seeme Ambitious?
When that the poore haue cry'de, Cæsar
hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuffe,
Yet Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious:
And Brutus is an Honourable man.
1555 You all did see, that on the Lupercall,
I thrice presented him a Kingly Crowne,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this Ambition?
Yet Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious:
And sure he is an Honourable man.
1560 I speake not to disprooue what Brutus
spoke,
But heere I am, to speake what I do know;
You all did loue him once, not without cause,
What cause with‑holds you then, to mourne for him?
O Iudgement! thou are fled to brutish Beasts,
1565 And Men haue lost their Reason. Beare with me,
My heart is in the Coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must pawse, till it come backe to me.
1
Me thinkes there is much reason in his sayings.
2
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
1570 Cæsar ha's had great wrong.
3
Ha's hee Masters? I feare there will a worse come in
(his place.
(his place.
4.
Mark'd ye his words? he would not take the Crown,
Therefore 'tis certaine, he was not Ambitious.
1.
If it be found so, some will deere abide it.
2.
1575 Poore soule, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3.
There's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony.
4.
Now marke him, he begins againe to speake.
Ant.
But yesterday, the word of Cæsar
might
Haue stood against the World: Now lies he there,
1580 And none so poore to do him reuerence.
O Maisters! If I were dispos'd to stirre
Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong:
Who (you all know) are Honourable men.
1585 I will not do them wrong: I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong my selfe and you,
Then I will wrong such Honourable men.
But heere's a Parchment, with the Seale of Cæsar,
I found it in his Closset, 'tis his Will:
1590 Let but the Commons heare this Testament:
(Which pardon me) I do not meane to reade,
And they would go and kisse dead Cæsars
wounds,
And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood;
Yea, begge a haire of him for Memory,
1595 And dying, mention it within their Willes,
Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie
Vnto their issue.
4
Wee'l heare the Will, reade it Marke
Antony.
All.
The Will, the Will; we will heare Cæsars Will.
Ant.
1600 Haue patience gentle Friends, I must not read it.
It is not meete you know how Cæsar
lou'd you:
You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but men:
And being men, hearing the Will of Cæsar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
1605 'Tis good you know not that you are his Heires,
For if you should, O what would come of it?
4
Read the Will, wee'l heare it Antony:
You shall reade vs the Will, Cæsars
Will.
Ant.
Will you be Patient? Will you stay a‑while?
1610 I haue o're‑shot my selfe to tell you of it,
I feare I wrong the Honourable men,
Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Cæsar: I do
feare it.
4
They were Traitors: Honourable men?
All.
The Will, the Testament.
2
1615 They were Villaines, Murderers: the Will, read the
Will.
Will.
Ant.
You will compell me then to read the Will:
Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Cæsar,
And let me shew you him that made the Will:
Shall I descend? And will you giue me leaue?
All.
1620 Come downe.
2
Descend.
3
You shall haue leaue.
4
A Ring, stand round.
1
Stand from the Hearse, stand from the Body.
2
1625 Roome for Antony, most Noble Antony.
Ant.
Nay presse not so vpon me, stand farre off.
All.
Stand backe: roome, beare backe.
Ant.
If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this Mantle, I remember
1630 The first time euer Cæsar put it
on,
'Twas on a Summers Euening in his Tent,
That day he ouercame the Neruij.
Looke, in this place ran Cassius Dagger
through:
See what a rent the enuious Caska made:
1635 Through this, the wel‑beloued Brutus
stabb'd,
And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away:
Marke how the blood of Cæsar followed
it,
As rushing out of doores, to be resolu'd
If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd, or no:
1640 For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsars Angel.
Iudge, O you Gods, how deerely Cæsar
lou'd him:
This was the most vnkindest cut of all.
For when the Noble Cæsar saw him
stab,
Ingratitude, more strong then Traitors armes,
1645 Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his Mighty heart,
And in his Mantle, muffling vp his face,
Euen at the Base of Pompeyes Statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Cæsar fell.
O what a fall was there, my Countrymen?
1650 Then I, and you, and all of vs fell downe,
Whil'st bloody Treason flourish'd ouer vs.
O now you weepe, and I perceiue you feele
The dint of pitty: These are gracious droppes.
Kinde Soules, what weepe you, when you but behold
1655 Our Cæsars Vesture wounded? Looke you
heere,
Heere is Himselfe, marr'd as you see with Traitors.
1.
O pitteous spectacle!
2.
O Noble Cæsar!
3.
O wofull day!
4.
1660 O Traitors, Villaines!
1.
O most bloody sight!
2.
We will be reueng'd: Reuenge
About, seeke, burne, fire, kill, slay,
Let not a Traitor liue.
Ant.
1665 Stay Country‑men.
1.
Peace there, heare the Noble Antony.
2.
Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with
him.
him.
Ant.
Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not stirre
(you vp
(you vp
To such a sodaine Flood of Mutiny:
1670 They that haue done this Deede, are honourable.
What priuate greefes they haue, alas I know not,
That made them do it: They are Wise, and Honourable,
And will no doubt with Reasons answer you.
I come not (Friends) to steale away your hearts,
1675 I am no Orator, as Brutus is:
But (as you know me all) a plaine blunt man
That loue my Friend, and that they know full well,
That gaue me publike leaue to speake of him:
For I haue neyther writ nor words, nor worth,
1680 Action, nor Vtterance, nor the power of Speech,
To stirre mens Blood. I onely speake right on:
I tell you that, which you your selues do know,
Shew you sweet Cæsars wounds, poor poor
dum mouths
And bid them speake for me: But were I Brutus,
1685 And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle vp your Spirits, and put a Tongue
In euery Wound of Cæsar, that should
moue
The stones of Rome, to rise and Mutiny.
All.
Wee'l Mutiny.
1
1690 Wee'l burne the house of Brutus.
3
Away then, come, seeke the Conspirators.
Ant.
Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me speake
All.
Peace hoe, heare Antony, most Noble Antony.
Ant.
Why Friends, you go to do you know not what:
1695 Wherein hath Cæsar thus deseru'd your
loues?
Alas you know not, I must tell you then:
You haue forgot the Will I told you of.
All.
Most true, the Will, let's stay and heare the Wil.
Ant.
Heere is the Will, and vnder Cæsars
Seale:
1700 To euery Roman Citizen he giues,
To euery seuerall man, seuenty fiue Drachmaes.
2 Ple.
Most Noble Cæsar, wee'l reuenge his
death.
3 Ple.
O Royall Cæsar.
Ant.
Heare me with patience.
All.
1705 Peace hoe
Ant.
Moreouer, he hath left you all his Walkes,
His priuate Arbors, and new‑planted Orchards,
On this side Tyber, he hath left them you,
And to your heyres for euer: common pleasures
1710 To walke abroad, and recreate your selues.
Heere was a Cæsar: when comes such
another?
1. Ple.
Neuer, neuer: come, away, away:
Wee'l burne his body in the holy place,
And with the Brands fire the Traitors houses.
1715 Take vp the body.
2. Ple.
Go fetch fire.
3. Ple.
Plucke downe Benches.
4. Ple.
Plucke downe Formes, Windowes, any thing.
Exit Plebeians.
Ant.
Now let it worke: Mischeefe thou art a‑foot,
1720 Take thou what course thou wilt.
How now Fellow?
Enter Seruant.
Ser.
Sir, Octauius is already come to Rome.
Ant.
Where is hee?
Ser.
He and Lepidus are at Cæsars house.
Ant.
1725 And thither will I straight, to visit him:
He comes vpon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will giue vs any thing.
Ser.
I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome.
Ant.
1730 Belike they had some notice of the people
How I had moued them. Bring me to Octauius.
Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 3] §
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after
him the Plebeians.
Cinna.
I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæsar,
And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie:
I haue no will to wander foorth of doores,
1735 Yet something leads me foorth.
1.
[1736] What is your name?
2.
[1737] Whether are you going?
3.
[1738] Wh[.]re do you dwell?
4.
[1739] Are you a married man, or a Batchellor?
2.
[1740] Answer euery man directly.
1.
[1741] I, and breefely.
4.
[1742] I, and wisely.
3.
[1743] I, and truly, you were best.
Cin.
[1744] What is my name? Whether am I going? Where [l. 1745] do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a Batchellour? Then [l. 1746] to answer euery man, directly and breefely, wisely and [l. 1747] truly: wisely I say, I am a Batchellor.
2
[1748] That's as much as to say, they are fooles that mar [l. 1749] rie: you'l beare me a bang for that I feare: proceede di [l. 1750] rectly.
Cinna.
[1751] Directly I am going to Cæsars Funerall.
1.
[1752] As a Friend, or an Enemy?
Cinna.
[1753] As a friend.
2.
[1754] That matter is answered directly.
4.
[1755] For your dwelling: breefely.
Cinna.
[1756] Breefely, I dwell by the Capitoll.
3.
[1757] Your name sir, truly.
Cinna.
[1758] Truly, my name is Cinna.
1.
[1759] Teare him to peeces, hee's a Conspirator.
Cinna.
[1760] I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.
4.
[1761] Teare him for his bad verses, teare him for his bad [l. 1762] Verses.
Cin.
[1763] I am not Cinna the Conspirator.
4.
[1764] It is no matter, his name's Cinna, plucke but his [l. 1765] name out of his heart, and turne him going.
3.
[1766] Teare him, tear him; Come Brands hoe, Firebrands: [l. 1767] to Brutus, to Cassius, burne all. Some to Decius House, [l. 1768] and some to Caska's; some to Ligarius: Away, go.
Exeunt all the
Plebeians.
Actus Quartus.
[Act 4, Scene 1] §
Enter Antony, Octauius, and
Lepidus.
Ant.
These many then shall die, their names are prickt
Octa.
1770 Your Brother too must dye: consent you Lepidus?
Lep.
I do consent.
Octa.
Pricke him downe Antony.
Lep.
Vpon condition Publius shall not liue,
Who is your Sisters sonne, Marke Antony.
Ant.
1775 He shall not liue; looke, with a spot I dam him.
But Lepidus, go you to Cæsars house:
Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in Legacies.
Lep.
What? shall I finde you heere?
Octa.
1780 Or heere, or at the Capitoll.
Exit Lepidus
Ant.
This is a slight vnmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on Errands: is it fit
The three‑fold World diuided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
Octa.
1785 So you thought him,
And tooke his voyce who should be prickt to dye
In our blacke Sentence and Proscription.
Ant.
Octauius, I haue seene more dayes then
you,
And though we lay these Honours on this man,
1790 To ease our selues of diuers sland'rous loads,
He shall but beare them, as the Asse beares Gold,
To groane and swet vnder the Businesse,
Either led or driuen, as we point the way:
And hauing brought our Treasure, where we will,
1795 Then take we downe his Load, and turne him off
(Like to the empty Asse) to shake his eares,
And graze in Commons.
Octa.
You may do your will:
But hee's a tried, and valiant Souldier.
Ant.
1800 So is my Horse Octauius, and for that
I do appoint him store of Prouender.
It is a Creature that I teach to fight,
To winde, to stop, to run directly on:
His corporall Motion, gouern'd by my Spirit,
1805 And in some taste, is Lepidus but so:
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
A barren spirited Fellow; one that feeds
On Obiects, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of vse, and stal'de by other men
1810 Begin his fashion. Do not talke of him,
But as a property: and now Octauius,
Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius
Are leuying Powers; We must straight make head:
Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,
1815 Our best Friends made, our meanes stretcht,
And let vs presently go sit in Councell,
How couert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open Perils surest answered.
Octa.
Let vs do so: for we are at the stake,
II2
And
{p. 124}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
1820 And bayed about with many Enemies,
And some that smile haue in their hearts I feare
Millions of Mischeefes.
Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 2] §
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucillius, and
the Army. Titinius
and Pindarus meete them.
and Pindarus meete them.
Bru.
Stand ho.
Lucil.
Giue the word ho, and Stand.
Bru.
1825 What now Lucillius, is Cassius neere?
Lucil.
He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his Master.
Bru.
He greets me well. Your Master Pindarus
In his owne change, or by ill Officers,
1830 Hath giuen me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, vndone: But if he be at hand
I shall be satisfied.
Pin.
I do not doubt
But that my Noble Master will appeare
1835 Such as he is, full of regard, and Honour.
Bru.
He is not doubted. A word Lucillius
How he receiu'd you: let me be resolu'd.
Lucil.
With courtesie, and with respect enough,
But not with such familiar instances,
1840 Nor with such free and friendly Conference
As he hath vs'd of old.
Bru.
Thou hast describ'd
A hot Friend, cooling: Euer note Lucillius,
When Loue begins to sicken and decay
1845 It vseth an enforced Ceremony.
There are no trickes, in plaine and simple Faith:
But hollow men, like Horses hot at hand,
Make gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle:
Low March
within.
But when they should endure the bloody Spurre,
1850 They fall their Crests, and like deceitfull Iades
Sinke in the Triall. Comes his Army on?
Lucil.
They meane this night in Sardis to be quarter'd:
The greater part, the Horse in generall
Are come with Cassius.
Enter Cassius and his
Powers.
Bru.
1855 Hearke, he is arriu'd:
March gently on to meete him.
Cassi.
Stand ho.
Bru.
Stand ho, speake the word along.
Stand.
1860 Stand.
Stand.
Cassi.
Most Noble Brother, you haue done me wrong.
Bru.
Iudge me you Gods; wrong I mine Enemies?
And if not so, how should I wrong a Brother.
Cassi.
1865 Brutus, this sober forme of yours, hides
wrongs,
And when you do them⸺
Brut.
Cassius, be content,
Speake your greefes softly, I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our Armies heere
1870 (Which should perceiue nothing but Loue from vs)
Let vs not wrangle. Bid them moue away:
Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your
Greefes,
And I will giue you Audience.
Cassi.
Pindarus,
1875 Bid our Commanders leade their Charges off
A little from this ground.
Bru.
Lucillius, do you the like, and let no
man
Come to our Tent, till we haue done our Conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius
guard our doore.
Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 3] §
Manet Brutus and
Cassius.
Cassi.
1880 That you haue wrong'd me, doth appear in this:
You haue condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella
For taking Bribes heere of the Sardians;
Wherein my Letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man was slighted off.
Bru.
1885 You wrong'd your selfe to write in such a case.
Cassi.
In such a time as this, it is not meet
That euery nice offence should beare his Comment.
Bru.
Let me tell you Cassius, you your selfe
Are much condemn'd to haue an itching Palme,
1890 To sell, and Mart your Offices for Gold
To Vndeseruers.
Cassi.
I, an itching Palme?
You know that you are Brutus that speakes
this,
Or by the Gods, this speech were else your last.
Bru.
1895 The name of Cassius Honors this
corruption,
And Chasticement doth therefore hide his head.
Cassi.
Chasticement?
Bru.
Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
Did not great Iulius bleede for Iustice
sake?
1900 What Villaine touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for Iustice? What? Shall one of Vs,
That strucke the Formost man of all this World,
But for supporting Robbers: shall we now,
Contaminate our fingers, with base Bribes?
1905 And sell the mighty space of our large Honors
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a Dogge, and bay the Moone,
Then such a Roman.
Cassi.
Brutus, baite not me,
1910 Ile not indure it: you forget your selfe
To hedge me in. I am a Souldier, I,
Older in practice, Abler then your selfe
To make Conditions.
Bru.
Go too: you are not Cassius.
Cassi.
1915 I am.
Bru.
I say, you are not.
Cassi.
Vrge me no more, I shall forget my selfe:
Haue minde vpon your health: Tempt me no farther.
Bru.
Away slight man.
Cassi.
1920 Is't possible?
Bru.
Heare me, for I will speake.
Must I giue way, and roome to your rash Choller?
Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?
Cassi.
O ye Gods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this?
Bru.
1925 All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart break.
Go shew your Slaues how Chollericke you are,
And make your Bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?
Must I obserue you? Must I stand and crouch
Vnder your Testie Humour? By the Gods,
1930 You shall digest the Venom of your Spleene
Though it do Split you. For, from this day forth,
Ile vse you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter
When you are Waspish.
Cassi.
Is it come to this?
Bru.
1935 You say, you are a better Souldier:
Let it appeare so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine owne part,
I shall be glad to learne of Noble men.
Cass.
You wrong me euery way:
1940 You wrong me Brutus:
I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.
Did I say Better?
Bru.
If you did, I care not.
Cass.
When Cæsar liu'd, he durst not thus
haue mou'd
(me.
(me.
Brut.
1945 Peace, peace, you durst not so haue tempted him.
Cassi.
I durst not.
Bru.
No.
Cassi.
What? durst not tempt him?
Bru.
For your life you durst not.
Cassi.
1950 Do not presume too much vpon my Loue,
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru.
You haue done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror Cassius in your
threats:
For I am Arm'd so strong in Honesty,
1955 That they passe by me, as the idle winde,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,
For I can raise no money by vile meanes:
By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,
1960 And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring
From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for Gold to pay my Legions,
Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?
1965 Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,
To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,
Be ready Gods with all your Thunder‑bolts,
Dash him to peeces.
Cassi.
1970 I deny'd you not.
Bru.
You did.
Cassi.
I did not. He was but a Foole
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd
my hart:
A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities;
1975 But Brutus makes mine greater then they
are.
Bru.
I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cassi.
You loue me not.
Bru.
I do not like your faults.
Cassi.
A friendly eye could neuer see such faults.
Bru.
1980 A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare
As huge as high Olympus.
Cassi.
Come Antony, and yong Octauius come,
Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is a‑weary of the
World:
1985 Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,
Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obseru'd,
Set in a Note‑booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate
To cast into my Teeth. O I could weepe
My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger,
1990 And heere my naked Breast: Within, a Heart
Deerer then Pluto's Mine, Richer then
Gold:
If that thou bee'st a Roman, take it foorth.
I that deny'd thee Gold, will giue my Heart:
Strike as thou did'st at Cæsar: For I
know,
1995 When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loued'st him better
Then euer thou loued'st Cassius.
Bru.
Sheath your Dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall haue scope:
Do what you will, Dishonor, shall be Humour.
2000 O Cassius, you are yoaked with a Lambe
That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire,
Who much inforced, shewes a hastie Sparke,
And straite is cold agen.
Cassi.
Hath Cassius liu'd
2005 To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus,
When greefe and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him?
Bru.
When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cassi.
Do you confesse so much? Giue me your hand.
Bru.
And my heart too.
Cassi.
2010 O Brutus!
Bru.
What's the matter?
Cassi.
Haue not you loue enough to beare with me,
When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me
Makes me forgetfull.
Bru.
2015 Yes Cassius, and from henceforth
When you are ouer‑earnest with your Brutus,
Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leaue you so.
Enter a Poet.
Poet.
Let me go in to see the Generals,
There is some grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete
2020 They be alone.
Lucil.
You shall not come to them.
Poet.
Nothing but death shall stay me.
Cas.
How now? What's the matter?
Poet.
For shame you Generals; what do you meane?
2025 Loue, and be Friends, as two such men should bee,
For I haue seene more yeeres I'me sure then yee.
Cas.
Ha, ha, how vildely doth this Cynicke rime?
Bru.
Get you hence sirra: Sawcy Fellow, hence.
Cas.
Beare with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion.
Brut.
2030 Ile know his humor, when he knowes his time:
What should the Warres do with these Iigging Fooles?
Companion, hence.
Cas.
Away, away be gone.
Exit Poet
Bru.
Lucillius and Titinius
bid the Commanders
2035 Prepare to lodge their Companies to night.
Cas.
And come your selues, & bring Messala with
you
Immediately to vs.
Bru.
[2038] Lucius, a bowle of Wine.
Cas.
I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry.
Bru.
2040 O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes.
Cas.
Of your Philosophy you make no vse,
If you giue place to accidentall euils.
Bru.
No man beares sorrow better. Portia is
dead.
Cas.
Ha? Portia?
Bru.
2045 She is dead.
Cas.
How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?
O insupportable, and touching losse!
Vpon what sicknesse?
Bru.
Impatient of my absence,
2050 And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony
Haue made themselues so strong: For with her death
That tydings came. With this she fell distract,
And (her Attendants absent) swallow'd fire.
Cas.
And dy'd so?
Bru.
2055 Euen so.
Cas.
O ye immortall Gods!
Enter Boy with Wine, and
Tapers.
Bru.
Speak no more of her: Giue me a bowl of wine,
In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius.
Drinkes
Cas.
My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge.
2060 Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore‑swell
the Cup:
I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue.
Enter Titinius and
Messala.
Brutus.
Come in Titinius:
Welcome good Messala:
Now sit we close about this Taper heere,
2065 And call in question our necessities.
Cass.
Portia, art thou gone?
Bru.
No more I pray you.
Messala, I haue heere receiued Letters,
That yong Octauius, and Marke Antony
2070 Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power,
Bending their Expedition toward Philippi.
Mess.
My selfe haue Letters of the selfe‑same Tenure.
Bru.
With what Addition
Mess.
That by proscription, and billes of Outlarie,
2075 Octauius, Antony, and
Lepidus,
Haue put to death, an hundred Senators.
Bru.
Therein our Letters do not well agree:
Mine speake of seuenty Senators, that dy'de
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cassi.
2080 Cicero one?
Messa.
Cicero is dead, and by that order of
proscription
Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord?
Bru.
No Messala.
Messa.
Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?
Bru.
2085 Nothing Messala.
Messa.
That me thinkes is strange.
Bru.
Why aske you?
Heare you ought of her, in yours?
Messa.
No my Lord.
Bru.
2090 Now as you are a Roman tell me true.
Messa.
Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell,
For certaine she is dead, and by strange manner.
Bru.
Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala:
With meditating that she must dye once,
2095 I haue the patience to endure it now.
Messa.
Euen so great men, great losses shold indure.
Cassi.
I haue as much of this in Art as you,
But yet my Nature could not beare it so.
Bru.
Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke
2100 Of marching to Philippi presently.
Cassi.
I do not thinke it good.
Bru.
Your reason?
Cassi.
This it is:
'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs,
2105 So shall he waste his meanes, weary his Souldiers,
Doing himselfe offence, whil'st we lying still,
Are full of rest, defence, and nimblenesse.
Bru.
Good reasons must of force giue place to better:
The people 'twixt Philippi, and this
ground
2110 Do stand but in a forc'd affection:
For they haue grug'd vs Contribution.
The Enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number vp,
Come on refresht, new added, and encourag'd:
2115 From which aduantage shall we cut him off.
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our backe.
Cassi.
Heare me good Brother.
Bru.
Vnder your pardon. You must note beside,
2120 That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends:
Our Legions are brim full, our cause is ripe,
The Enemy encreaseth euery day,
We at the height, are readie to decline.
There is a Tide in the affayres of men,
2125 Which taken at the Flood, leades on to Fortune:
Omitted, all the voyage of their life,
Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miseries.
On such a full Sea are we now a‑float,
And we must take the current when it serues,
2130 Or loose our Ventures.
Cassi.
Then with your will go on: wee'l along
Our selues, and meet them at Philippi.
Bru.
The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke,
And Nature must obey Necessitie,
2135 Which we will niggard with a little rest:
There is no more to say.
Cassi.
No more, good night,
Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.
Enter Lucius.
Bru.
Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Messala,
2140 Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
Cassi.
O my deere Brother:
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules:
2145 Let it not Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the
Gowne.
Bru.
Euery thing is well.
Cassi.
Good night my Lord.
Bru.
Good night good Brother.
Tit.
Messa. Good night Lord Brutus.
Bru.
2150 Farwell euery one.
Exeunt.
Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?
Luc.
Heere in the Tent.
Bru.
What, thou speak'st drowsily?
Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore‑watch'd.
2155 Call Claudio, and some other of my men,
Ile haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent.
Luc.
Varrus, and Claudio.
Enter Varrus and
Claudio.
Var.
Cals my Lord?
Bru.
I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,
2160 It may be I shall raise you by and by
On businesse to my Brother Cassius.
Var.
So please you, we will stand,
And watch your pleasure.
Bru.
I will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs,
2165 It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.
Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for
so:
I put it in the pocket of my Gowne.
Luc.
I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me.
Bru.
Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.
2170 Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a‑while,
And touch thy Instrument a straine or two.
Luc.
I my Lord, an't please you.
Bru.
It does my Boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc.
2175 It is my duty Sir.
Brut.
I should not vrge thy duty past thy might,
I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest.
Luc.
I haue slept my Lord already.
Bru.
It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe:
2180 I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,
I will be good to thee.
Musicke, and a Song.
This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumber!
Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,
That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knaue good night:
2185 I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,
Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe
Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.
Enter the Ghost of
Cæsar.
2190 How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere?
I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous Apparition.
It comes vpon me: Art thou any thing?
Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Diuell,
2195 That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?
Speake to me, what thou art.
Ghost.
Thy euill Spirit Brutus?
Bru.
Why com'st thou?
Ghost.
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Brut.
2200 Well: then I shall see thee againe?
Ghost.
I, at Philippi.
Brut.
Why I will see thee at Philippi then:
Now I haue taken heart, thou vanishest.
Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee.
2205 Boy, Lucius, Varrus,
Claudio, Sirs: Awake:
Claudio.
Claudio.
Luc.
The strings my Lord, are false.
Bru.
He thinkes he still is at his Instrument.
Lucius, awake.
Luc.
My Lord.
Bru.
2210 Did'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so
cryedst
out?
out?
Luc.
My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Bru.
Yes that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?
Luc.
Nothing my Lord.
Bru.
Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,
2215 Thou: Awake.
Var.
My Lord.
Clau.
My Lord.
Bru.
Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?
Both.
Did we my Lord?
Bru.
2220 I: saw you any thing?
Var.
No my Lord, I saw nothing.
Clau.
Nor I my Lord.
Bru.
Go, and commend me to my Brother Cassius:
Bid him set on his Powres betimes before,
2225 And we will follow.
Both.
It shall be done my Lord.
Exeunt
Actus Quintus.
[Act 5, Scene 1] §
Enter Octauius, Antony, and
their Army.
Octa.
Now Antony, our hopes are answered,
You said the Enemy would not come downe,
But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions:
2230 It proues not so: their battailes are at hand,
They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere:
Answering before we do demand of them.
Ant.
Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know
Wherefore they do it: They could be content
2235 To visit other places, and come downe
With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage;
But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes.
Prepare you Generals,
2240 The Enemy comes on in gallant shew:
Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
Ant.
Octauius, leade your Battaile softly on
Vpon the left hand of the euen Field.
Octa.
2245 Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.
Ant.
Why do you crosse me in this exigent.
Octa.
I do not crosse you: but I will do so.
March.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, &
their Army.
Bru.
They stand, and would haue parley.
Cassi.
Stand fast Titinius, we must out and
talke.
Octa.
2250 Mark Antony, shall we giue signe of
Battaile?
Ant.
No Cæsar, we will answer on their
Charge.
Make forth, the Generals would haue some words.
Oct.
Stirre not vntill the Signall.
Bru.
Words before blowes: is it so Countrymen?
Octa.
2255 Not that we loue words better, as you do.
Bru.
Good words are better then bad strokes Octauius.
An.
In your bad strokes Brutus, you giue good
words
Witnesse the hole you made in Cæsars
heart,
Crying long liue, Haile Cæsar.
Cassi.
2260 Antony,
The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne;
But for your words, they rob the Hibla
Bees,
And leaue them Hony‑lesse.
Ant.
Not stinglesse too.
Bru.
2265 O yes, and soundlesse too:
For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Ant.
Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers
Hackt one another in the sides of Cæsar:
2270 You shew'd your teethes like Apes,
And fawn'd like Hounds,
And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Cæsars
feete;
Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre,
behinde
Strooke Cæsar on the necke. O you
Flatterers.
Cassi.
2275 Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe,
This tongue had not offended so to day.
If Cassius might haue rul'd.
Octa.
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet,
The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:
2280 Looke, I draw a Sword against Conspirators,
When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?
Neuer till Cæsars three and thirtie
wounds
Be well aueng'd; or till another Cæsar
Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors.
Brut.
2285 Cæsar, thou canst not dye by Traitors
hands.
Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee.
Octa.
So I hope:
I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword.
Bru.
O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,
2290 Yong‑man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.
Cassi.
A peeuish School‑boy, worthles of such Honor
Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.
Ant.
Old Cassius still.
Octa.
Come Antony: away:
2295 Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the Field;
If not, when you haue stomackes.
Exit Octauius, Antony, and
Army
Cassi.
Why now blow winde, swell Billow,
And swimme Barke:
2300 The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard.
Bru.
Ho Lucillius, hearke, a word with you.
Lucillius and Messala
stand forth.
Luc.
My Lord.
Cassi.
Messala.
Messa.
What sayes my Generall?
Cassi.
2305 Messala, this is my Birth‑day: at this
very day
Was Cassius borne. Giue me thy hand Messala:
Be thou my witnesse, that against my will
(As Pompey was) am I compell'd to set
Vpon one Battell all our Liberties.
2310 You know, that I held Epicurus strong,
And his Opinion: Now I change my minde,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Comming from Sardis, on our former Ensigne
Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch'd,
2315 Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands,
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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Who to Philippi heere consorted vs:
This Morning are they fled away, and gone,
And in their steeds, do Rauens, Crowes, and Kites
Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs
2320 As we were sickely prey; their shadowes seeme
A Canopy most fatall, vnder which
Our Army lies, ready to giue vp the Ghost.
Messa.
Beleeue not so.
Cassi.
I but beleeue it partly,
2325 For I am fresh of spirit, and resolu'd
To meete all perils, very constantly.
Bru.
Euen so Lucillius.
Cassi.
Now most Noble Brutus,
The Gods to day stand friendly, that we may
2330 Louers in peace, leade on our dayes to age.
But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this Battaile, then is this
The very last time we shall speake together:
2335 What are you then determined to do?
Bru.
Euen by the rule of that Philosophy,
By which I did blame Cato, for the death
Which he did giue himselfe, I know not how:
But I do finde it Cowardly, and vile,
2340 For feare of what might fall, so to preuent
The time of life, arming my selfe with patience,
To stay the prouidence of some high Powers,
That gouerne vs below.
Cassi.
Then, if we loose this Battaile,
2345 You are contented to be led in Triumph
Thorow the streets of Rome.
Bru.
No Cassius, no:
Thinke not thou Noble Romane,
That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome,
2350 He beares too great a minde. But this same day
Must end that worke, the Ides of March begun.
And whether we shall meete againe, I know not:
Therefore our euerlasting farewell take:
For euer, and for euer, farewell Cassius,
2355 If we do meete againe, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cassi.
For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus:
If we do meete againe, wee'l smile indeede;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru.
2360 Why then leade on. O that a man might know
The end of this dayes businesse, ere it come:
But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 2] §
Alarum. Enter Brutus and
Messala.
Bru.
Ride, ride Messala, ride and giue these
Billes
2365 Vnto the Legions, on the other side.
Lowd Alarum.
Let them set on at once: for I perceiue
But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing:
And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow:
Ride, ride Messala, let them all come
downe.
Exeunt
[Act 5, Scene 3] §
Alarums. Enter Cassius and
Titinius.
Cassi.
2370 O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines
flye:
My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy:
This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe,
I slew the Coward, and did take it from him.
Titin.
O Cassius, Brutus gaue
the word too early,
2375 Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius,
Tooke it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to spoyle,
Whilst we by Antony are all inclos'd.
Enter Pindarus.
Pind.
Fly further off my Lord: flye further off,
Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord:
2380 Flye therefore Noble Cassius, flye farre
off.
Cassi.
This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius
Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire?
Tit.
They are, my Lord.
Cassi.
Titinius, if thou louest me,
2385 Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurres in him,
Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes
And heere againe, that I may rest assur'd
Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy.
Tit.
I will be heere againe, euen with a thought.
Exit.
Cassi.
2390 Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My sight was euer thicke: regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the Field.
This day I breathed first, Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end,
2395 My life is run his compasse. Sirra, what newes?
Pind.
Aboue. O my Lord.
Cassi.
What newes?
Pind.
Titinius is enclosed round about
With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre,
2400 Yet he spurres on. Now they are almost on him:
Now Titinius. Now some light: O he lights
too.
Hee's tane.
Showt.
And hearke, they shout for ioy.
Cassi.
Come downe, behold no more:
2405 O Coward that I am, to liue so long,
To see my best Friend tane before my face
Enter Pindarus.
Come hither sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner,
And then I swore thee, sauing of thy life,
That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do,
2410 Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keepe thine oath,
Now be a Free‑man, and with this good Sword
That ran through Cæsars bowels, search
this bosome.
Stand not to answer: Heere, take thou the Hilts,
And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now,
2415 Guide thou the Sword⸺Cæsar, thou
art reueng'd,
Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee.
Pin.
So, I am free,
Yet would not so haue beene
Durst I haue done my will. O Cassius,
2420 Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run,
Where neuer Roman shall take note of him.
Enter Titinius and
Messala.
Messa.
It is but change, Titinius: for Octauius
Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power,
As Cassius Legions are by Antony.
Titin.
2425 These tydings will well comfort Cassius.
Messa.
Where did you leaue him.
Titin.
All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.
Messa.
Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?
Titin.
2430 He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart!
Messa.
Is not that hee?
Titin.
No, this was he Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne:
As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night;
So
{p. 129}
The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
2435 So in his red blood Cassius day is set.
The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:
Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed.
Messa.
Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed.
2440 O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe:
Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd,
Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth,
But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit.
2445 What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?
Messa.
Seeke him Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his eares; I may say thrusting it:
For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
2450 Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,
As tydings of this sight.
Tit.
Hye you Messala,
And I will seeke for Pindarus the while:
Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius?
2455 Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie,
And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their.
(showts?
(showts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing.
But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
2460 Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius:
By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,
Come Cassius Sword, and finde Titinius hart.
Dies
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, yong
Cato
Strato, Volumnius, and Lucillius.
Strato, Volumnius, and Lucillius.
Bru.
2465 Where, where Messala, doth his body lye?
Messa.
Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru.
Titinius face is vpward.
Cato.
He is slaine.
Bru.
O Iulius CÆsar, thou art mighty
yet,
2470 Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords
In our owne proper Entrailes.
Low Alarums.
Cato.
Braue Titinius,
Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius.
Bru.
Are yet two Romans liuing such as these?
2475 The last of all the Romans, far thee well:
It is impossible, that euer Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares
To this dead man, then you shall see me pay.
I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde
time.
2480 Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his
body,
His Funerals shall not be in our Campe,
Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come,
And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,
Labio and Flauio set
our Battailes on:
2485 'Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night,
We shall try Fortune in a second fight.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 4] §
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala,
Cato, Lucillius
and Flauius.
and Flauius.
Bru.
Yet Country‑men: O yet, hold vp your heads.
Cato.
What Bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaime my name about the Field.
2490 I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
Enter Souldiers, and fight.
And I am Brutus, Marcus
Brutus, I,
Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus.
Luc.
2495 O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe?
Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius,
And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's
Sonne.
Sold.
Yeeld, or thou dyest.
Luc.
Onely I yeeld to dye:
2500 There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Sold.
We must not: a Noble Prisoner.
Enter Antony.
2. Sold.
Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane.
1. Sold.
Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall,
2505 Brutus is tane, Brutus
is tane my Lord.
Ant.
Where is hee?
Luc.
Safe Antony, Brutus is
safe enough:
I dare assure thee, that no Enemy
Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus:
2510 The Gods defend him from so great a shame,
When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like
himselfe.
Ant.
This is not Brutus friend, but I assure
you,
A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this man safe,
2515 Giue him all kindnesse. I had rather haue
Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,
And see where Brutus be aliue or dead,
And bring vs word, vnto Octauius Tent:
How euery thing is chanc'd.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 5] §
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus,
Strato
and Volumnius.
and Volumnius.
Brut.
2520 Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this
Rocke.
Rocke.
Clit.
Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but
my Lord
He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.
Brut.
Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the
word,
It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.
Clit.
2525 What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.
Brut.
Peace then, no words.
Clit.
Ile rather kill my selfe.
Brut.
Hearke thee, Dardanius.
Dard.
Shall I doe such a deed?
Clit.
2530 O Dardanius.
Dard.
O Clitus
Clit.
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dard.
To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates.
Clit.
Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at
his eyes
Brut.
2535 Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.
Volum.
What sayes my Lord?
Brut.
Why this, Volumnius
The Ghost of CÆsar hath appear'd to
me
Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;
2540 And this last Night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my houre is come.
Volum.
Not so, my Lord.
Brut.
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it
goes,
2545 Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:
Low Alarums.
It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,
Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:
Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
2550 Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.
Vol.
That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.
Alarum still.
Clit. Fly,
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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cly.
Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.
Bru.
Farewell to you, and you, and Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast bin all this while
asleepe:
2555 Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen:
My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall haue glory by this loosing day
More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,
2560 By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto.
So fare you well at once, for Brutus
tongue
Hath almost ended his liues History:
Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,
That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.
Alarum. Cry within, Flye, flye,
flye.
Cly.
2565 Fly my Lord, flye.
Bru.
Hence: I will follow:
I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord,
Thou art a Fellow of a good respect:
Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,
2570 Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,
While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?
Stra.
Giue me your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord.
Bru.
Farewell good Strato. ⸺CÆsar, now be still,
I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will.
Dyes.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony,
Octauius, Messala,
Lucillius, and the Army.
Lucillius, and the Army.
Octa.
2575 What man is that?
Messa.
My Masters man. Strato, where is thy
Master?
Stra.
Free from the Bondage you are in Messala,
The Conquerors can but make a fire of him:
For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe,
2580 And no man else hath Honor by his death.
Lucil.
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus
That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying
true.
Octa.
All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertaine
them.
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Stra.
2585 I, if Messala will preferre me to you.
Octa.
Do so, good Messala.
Messa.
How dyed my Master Strato?
Stra.
I held the Sword, and he did run on it.
Messa.
Octauius, then take him to follow thee,
2590 That did the latest seruice to my Master.
Ant.
This was the Noblest Roman of them all:
All the Conspirators saue onely hee,
Did that they did, in enuy of great Cæsar:
He, onely in a generall honest thought,
2595 And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the Elements
So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp,
And say to all the world; This was a man.
Octa.
According to his Vertue, let vs vse him
2600 Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall.
Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly,
Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably:
So call the Field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt. omnes.
FINIS.