THE LIBRARY

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THE UNIVERSITY
OF CALIFORNIA

LOS ANGELES

The
WORKS

f
SHAKESPEARE,

Volume tie eighth :

containing,

Julius Caesar;
Antony and Cleopatra ;
Timon of Athens ;
Titus Andronicus.

LONDON:

Printed for J. and R. TON SON in the Strand.

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JULIUS
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Perfons represented:

Julius Caesar.

O&avius Caesar, ~) <r . .

Marcus Antonius, I ?" urn* >rs, after the

Death / CzEsar '

M. ^mil. Lepidus, _

Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena, Senators.

Brutus,

Caflius,

Cafca,

Cinna,
Decius,

Confpirators again/} Caesar.

Metellus,
Trebonius,
Ligarius,
Flavius, and Murellus, Tribunes.
a Sootbfayer ; Artemidorus, a Sophift ;
Cinna, a Poet ; and another Poet.
Lucilius, Titinius, Meflala, young Cato, and
Volumnius ; Friends to Brutus and Caflius.
Lucius, Varro, Claudius, Clitus, Dardanius,
and Strato a Grecian ; Servants to Brutus.
Pindarus, Servant to Caflius.
S*r<v . to Cassar ; Ser<v. to Antony ; Ser<v. to Oftavius ;
four Citizens, a Mejfinger, and two Soldiers.

Calphurnia, Wife to Caesar.
Portia, Wife to Brutus.

Other Citizens, Soldiers, Officers, Senators, &c.
Sctne difperfd; in Rome, near Saxdis,</wrPhilippi.

JULIUS C^SAR.

i.

SCENE I. Rome. ^S/r/.

Rabble of Citizens ; FLAVIUS,
and MURELLUS, driving them.

FLA. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home:
Is this a holiday ? What, know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Upon a labouring day, without the fign
Of your profeffion? _ Speak, what trade art thou ?

j . C. Why, fir, a carpenter.

Mu R. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
What doft thou with thy belt apparel on ?
You, fir ; what trade are you ?

2. C. Truly, fir, in refpe&of a fine workman, I am
but, as you would fay, a cobler.

M UR . But what trade art thou ? Anfwer me direftly.

2. C. A trade, fir, that, I hope, I may use with a
fafe confcience ; which is, indeed, fir, a mender of bad
fouls. [what trade ?

MVR. What trade, thou knave ? thou naughty knave,

6 Fla, What

4 Julius Caesar.

2. C. Nay, I befeech you, fir, be not out with me:
Yet, if you be out, fir, I can mend you. [fellow?

MUR. Whatmeaneft thouby that: Mendme,thoufaucy

2. C. Why, fir, coble you.

FLA. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

2. C. Truly, fir, all that I live by is, the awl : I
meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's mat-
ters; but, with all. I am, indeed, fir, a furgeon to old
ihoes ; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them :
As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather have
gone upon my handy-work.

FLA. But wherefore art not in thy fhop to-day?
Why doft thou lead these men about the ftreets ?

2. C. Truly, fir, to wear out their fhoes, to get myfelf
into more work. But, indeed, fir, we make holiday, to
fee Ctesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. [home ?

MUR. Wherefore rejoice? What conqueft brings he
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ?
You blocks, you ftones, you worfe than fenfelefs thing: !
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney' tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have fat
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To fee great Pcmpey pafs the ftreets of Rome :
And \vhen you faw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an univerial Ihout,
That Jjber trembl'd underneath his banks,
To hear the replication of your founds
Made in his concave fhores ?

* is with the Aule * v. A'r.v.

Julius Csesar. 5

And do you now put on your belt attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday ?
And do you now ftrew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompefs blood ?
Be gone ;

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs muft light on this ingratitude.

FLA. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
A/Terrible all the poor men of your fort ;
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, 'till the loweit ftream
Do kifs the molt exalted ihores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens.

See, whe'r their bafeft metal be not mov'd ;
They vanifh tongue-ty'd in their guiitinefs.
Go you down that way towards the capitol ;
This way will I : Difrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

MUR . May we do fo ? you know, it is the fcaft
Of Lupercal.

FLA. 'Tis no matter; let no images
Be hung with Co-tar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the llreets :
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's wing,
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;
Who elfe would foar above the view of men,
And keep us all in fervile fearfulnefs. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. r be fame. A publick Place.
Enter, in folsmn ProceJ/ion, ivith Mustek^ c.

Julius Caesar.

; ANTONY, for the Courfe; CALPHURNIA,
Portia; Decius, Cicero, BRUTUS, CASSIUS,
CASCA, &c. a great Crowd follo*iving;
Soothfayer in the Crowd.

CMS. Calphurnia,

CAS*. Peace, ho ! C<ssar fpeaks . [ Mustek ceafes.

CMS. Calpburnia,

CAL. Here, my lord.

CMS. Stand you diredlly in Antonio's way,
When he doth run his courfe. _ Antonio,

ANT. C<esar, my lord.

CMS. Forget not, in your fpeed, Antonio,
To touch Calpburnia : for our elders fay,
The barren, touched in this holy chace,
Shake off their fteril curfe.

ANT. I mall remember:
When Ceesar fays, Do this, it is perform'd.

CMS. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

\Muiick ; and the Procejpon moves.

Soo. Cifsar,

CMS. Ha! Who calls?

CAS C <*. Bid every noise be ftill : Peace yet again.

[Mustek ceafes.

CMS. Who is it in the prefs, that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, fhriller than all the musick,
Cry, Cefsar : Speak ; C<ssar is turn'd to hear.

Soo. Beware the ides of March.

CMS. What man is that?

RU. A foothfayer, bids beware the ides of March.

CMS. Set him before me, let me fee his face.

CAS. Fellow,come from the throng.look uponC&sar.

C/ES. Whatfay'itthoutomenow? Speak once again.

*9 bids you beware

Julius Caesar. 7

Soo. Beware the ides of March.

C^ES.He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pafs.

[Mustek. Exeunt All, #/Bru. WCaf.

CAS. Will you go fee the order of the courfe?

BRU. Not I.

CAS. I pray you, do.

BRU. I am not gamefome; I do lack fame part
Of that quick fpirit that is in Antony :~
Let me not hinder, Cajfius, your desires ;
I'll leave you.

CAS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
I have not from your eyes that gentlenefs,
And (hew of love, as I was wont to have :
You bear too ftubborn and too ftrange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.

BRU. Co/pus,

Be not deceiv'd : If I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Meerly upon myfelf. Vexed I am,
Of late, with paflions of fome difference,
Conceptions only proper to myfelf,
Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd ;
(Among which number, CaJ/ius, be you one,)
Nor conftrue any further my negledl,
Than that poor Brutus, with himfelf at war,
Forgets the fhews of love to other men.

CAS . Then, Brutus, I have m uch miftook your paffion;
By means whereof, this breaft of mine hath bury'd
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face ?

BRU. No, CaJ/ius: for the eye fees not itfelf,

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But by reflection, by fome other things.

CAS. 'Tis juft:

And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no fuch mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthinefs into your eye,
That you might fee your ftiadow. I have heard,
Where many of the beft refpeft in Rome,
( Except immortal Ca>sar) fpeaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoak,
Have wifh'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

BRU. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius,
That you would have me feek into myfelf
For that which is not in me ?

CAS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear :
And, fince you know you cannot fee yourfelf
So well as by reflection, I, your glafs,
Will modeftly difcover to yourfelf
That of yourfelf which yet you know not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protefter ; if you know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after fcandal them ; or if you know
That I profefs myfelf in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

[Shout nuitkin,

BRU. What means this fhouting : I do fear, the people
Choose C<tsar for their king.

CAS. Ay, do you fear it?
Then muft I think you would not have it fo.

BRU. I would not, Caffius ; yet I love him well :

1 8 you yet * Laughter

Julius Cassar.

But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ?
What is it that you would impart to me ?
If it be ought toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently :
For, let the gods fo fpeed me, as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.

CAS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the fubjeft of my ftory.
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life ; but, for my fingle felf,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of fuch a thing as I myfelf.
I was born free as Caesar ; fo were you :
We both have fed as well ; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gufty day,
The troubl'd Tyber chafing with his mores,
Ceesar faid to me, Dar'Jl thou, Camus, now
Leap in <witb me into this angry flood>
And f<viim to yonder point? Upon the word,
Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,
And bad him follow : fo, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it
With lufty finews ; throwing it afide,
And Hemming it with hearts of controverfy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Casar cry'd, Help me, Caffius, or 1 Jink.
I, as jEneas, our great anceftor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his moulder
The old Ancbifts bear, fo, from the waves of Tyber

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Did I the tired Ctesar : And this man

Is now become a god ; and Caffius is

A wretched creature, and mult bend his body,

IfC&sar carelefly but nod on him.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did make : 'tis true, this god did make :

His coward lips did from their colour fly ;

And that fame eye, whose bend doth awe the world,

Did lose it's luftre : I did hear him groan :

Ay, and that tongue of his, that bad the Romans

Mark him, and write his fpeeches in their books,

Alas, it cry'd, Give me feme drink, Titinius,

As a fick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of fuch a feeble temper mould

So get the ftart of the majeftick world,

And bear the palm alone. [Shout again.

BRU. Another general mout :
I do believe, that these applauses are
For fome new honours that are heap'd on C<esar.

C^s. Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world,
Like a Colo/its ; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourfelves dimonourable graves.
Men at fome time are mafters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our ftars,
But in ourfelves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Casar : What mould be in that C<esar ?
Why mould that name be founded more than yours ?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name ;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ;
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them,

Julius Caesar. II

Brutus will ftart a fpirit as foon as Casar,

Now in the names of all the gods at once,

Upon what meat doth this our C<esar feed,

That he is grown fo great ? Age, thou art iham'd :

Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods.

When went there by an age, fince the great flood,

But it was fam'd with more than with one man ?

When could they fay, 'till now, that talk'd of Romt,

That her wide walls encompaff'd but one man ?

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

When there is in it but one only man.

! you and I have heard our fathers fay,

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his ftate in Rome,
As easily as a king.

BRU. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
What you would work me to, I have fome aim :
How I have thought of this, and of these times,

1 mall recount hereafter ; for this present,

I would not, fo with love I might intreat you,

Be any further mov'd : What you have faid,

I will confider ; what you have to fay,

I will with patience hear; and find a time

Both meet to hear, and anfwer, fuch high things.

'Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ;

Brutus had rather be a villager,

Than to repute himfelf a fon of Rome

Under fuch hard conditions as this time

Is like to lay upon us.

CAS. I am glad, that my weak words
Have ftruck but thus much ihew of fire from Brutus.
Re-enter C-ffiSAR, and his Train.

o Walkes * 8 Under thefe hard

12 Julius Caesar.

BRV. The games are done, and C<zsar is returning.

CL#s. As they pafs by, pluck Cajca by the fleeve ;
And he will, after his four fafhion, tell you
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

BRU. I will do fo: But, look you, Caffius,
The angry fpot doth glow on C<*-jr's brow,
And all the reft look like a chidden train :
Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero
Looks with fuch ferret and fuch fiery eyes,
As we have feen him in the capitol,
Being crofPd in conference by fome fenators.

CAS. Cajca will tell us what the matter is.

C/*. Antonio,

A XT. C/esar.

C^.s. Let me have men about me, that are fat ;
Sleek-headed men, and fuch as fleep o' nights :
Yon Cdffiuf has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much : fuch men are dangerous.

ANT. Fear him not, Ctesar, he's not dangerous ;
He is a noble Roman, and well gi/en.

C/S. 'Would he were fatter: But I fear him not :
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I mould avoid
So foon as that fpare Caffius. He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays,
As thou doft, Antony ; he hears no musick :
Seldom he fmiles ; and fmiles in fuch a fort,
As if he mock'd himfelf, and fcorn'd his fpirit
That could be mov'd to fmile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Whiles they behold a greater than themfelves ;

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And therefore are they very dangerous.
1 rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Than what I fear ; for always I am C&sar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'ft of him.

[Exeunt CJESAR, and Train: Cafca ftays.

CAS'*. Youpull'd me by the cloak; Would you fpeak
with me ?

BRU. Ay, Cafca^, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
That Caesar looks fo fad.

CAS. Why you were with him, were you not ?

BRU. I mould not then aik Cafca what had chanc'd.

CAS'". Why, there was a crown offer'd him : and
being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his
hand, thus ~|" ; and then the people fell a' fhouting.

BRU. What was the fecond noise for?

CAS'*. Why for that too ?

CA s . They fhouted thrice ; What was the laft cry for?

CA^ca. Why for that too ?

BRU. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

CASC". Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice,
every time gentler than other ; and at every putting
by, mine honeft neighbours fhouted.

CAS. Who offer'd him the crown ?

CASC<*. Why, Antony.

BRU. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafca.

CAS. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner
of it : it was mere foolery, 1 did not mark it. 1
faw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; yet 'twas not
a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and,
as I told you, he put it by once : but, for all that,
to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he

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14 Julius Caesar.

offer'd it to him again ; then he put it by again :
but, to my thinking, he was very loth" to lay his fingers
off it. And then he offer'd it the third time ; he put
it the third time by : and ftill as he refus'd it, the
rabblement houted, and clap'd their chopt hands, and
threw up their fweaty night-caps, and utter'd fuch a
deal of (linking breath because C<esar refus'd the
crown, that it had almoft choak'd C&sar ; for he
fwooned, and fell down at it : And for mine own
part, I durft not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and
receiving the bad air.

CAS. But, foft, I pray yon ; What, did C<rsar fwoon ?

Cj r". He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd
at mouth, and was fpeechlefs.

Bnu. 3 Tis very like ; he hath the falling-ficknefs.

CAS. No, Casar hath it not ; but you, and I,
And honeft Cafca, we have the falling-ficknefs.

CAS- I know not what you mean by that; but,
I am fure, Ctesar fell down. If the tag-rag people
did not clap him, and hifs him, according as he
pleas'd, and difpleas'd them, as they use to do
the players in the theatre, I am no true man.

BRU. What faid he, when he came unto himfelf ?

CA sea. Marry, before he felidown, when heperceiv'd
the common herd was glad he refus'd the crown,
he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and offer'd them
his throat to cut : An I had been a man of any
occupation, if I would not have taken him at a
word, I would I might go to hell among the
rogues: and fo he fell. When he came to himfelf
again, he faid, If he had done, or faid, any thing amifs,
,be desir'd their worlhips to think it was his in-

Julius C-esar. I q

firmity. Three or four wenches, where I flood,
cry'd, Alas> good foul ! and forgave him with all
their hearts : But there's no heed to be taken of
them; if C<esar had ftab'd their mothers, they would
have done no lefs.

BRU, And after that, he came, thus fad, away ?

'CASca. Ay.

CAS. Did Cicero fay any thing ?

CA sf<*. Ay, he fpoke Greek .

CAS. To what effedl ?

CASM. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you
i'th' face again: But those, that Onderftood him, fmil'd
at one another, and (hook their heads : but, for mine
own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
news too : Murellus and Flavins, for pulling fcarfs off
C<?sar's images, are put to filence. Fare you well. There
was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

CAS. Will you fup with me to-night, Cafca?

CAS. No, I am promis'd forth.

CAS. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

CASC*. Ay, if I be alive* and your mind hold, and
your dinner worth the eating.

CAS. Good ; I will expecl you.

CASCO. Do fo : Farewel, both. [Exit CASCA.

BRU. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ?
He was quick mettle, when he went to fchool.

CAS. So is he now, in execution
Of any bold or noble enterprise,
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudenefs is a fauce to his good wit,
Which gives men ftomach to digeft his words
With better appetite.

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16 Jolms Cxfar.

BRU. And fo it is.
For this time, I will leave you,
To-morrow, if you please to fpeak with me,
I will come home to you ; or, if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

CAS. I will do fo : 'till then, think of the world.

[Exit BRUTUS,

Well, Brutus, thou art noble : yet, I fee,
Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From that it is difpos'd : Therefore 'tis meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes :
For who fo firm, that cannot be feduc'd ?
Ceesar doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus :
If I were Brutus now, and he were Caffius,
He mould not humour me. I will this night,
In feveral hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from feveral citizens,
Writings, all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obfcurely
C<?sar's ambition (hall be glanced at :
And, after this, let C<zsar feat him fure ;
For we will make him, or worfe days endure. [Exit.

SCENE III. The fame. A Street.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite Sides,

CICERO, and CASCA with his

Sword drawn.

Cic. Good even, Cafca: Brought you Ctesar home?
Why are you breathlefs ? and why flare you fo ?

CASM. Are not you mov'd, when all the fway of earth
Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero,
I have feen tempefts, when the fcolding winds

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Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have fcen
The ambitious ocean fwell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds :
But never 'till to-night, never 'till now,
Did I go through a tempeft dropping fire.
Either there is a civil ftrife in heaven ;
Or elfe the world, too faucy with the gods,
Jncenfes them to fend deftruftion.

Cic, Why, faw you any thing more wonderful ?

CA s c <t. A common flave (you know him well by fight)
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn,
Like twenty torches joiti'd ; and yet his hand,
Not fenfible of fire, remain'd unfcorch'd.
Befides, (I have not fince put up my fword)
Againft the capitol I met a lion,
Who glar'd upon me, and went furly by,
Without annoying me : And there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred gaftly women,
Tranfformed with their fear ; who fwore, they faw
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the ftreets.
And, yefterday, the bird of night did fit,
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,
Hooting, and fhrieking. When these prodigies
Do fo conjointly meet, let not men fay,
These are their reasons^ They are natural ;
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.

Cic. Indeed, it is a ftrange-difposed time :
But men may conftrue things after their fafhion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themfelves.
Comes Cefsar to the capitol to-morrow ?

Cjsca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonio

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Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow.

Cic. Good night then, Cafca : this difturbed fky
Is not to walk in.

Cjisca, Farewel, Cicero. [Exit CICERO.

Enter CASSIUS.

CAS. Who's there?

C^sca. A Roman.

CAS. Cafca, by your voice.

CA sea. Your ear is good. Cafftus, what night is this ?

CAS. A very pleasing night to honeft men.

CAS ea. Who ever knew the heavens menace fo ?

CAS. Those, that have known the earth fofull of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the llreets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night ;
And, thus unbraced, Cafca, as you fee,
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-ftone :
And, when the crofs blue lightning feem'd to open
The breait of heaven, I did present myfelf
Even in the aim and very flafli of it. [heavens ?

CAS>. But wherefore did you fo much tempt the
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the moft mighty gods, by tokens, fend
Such dreadful heralds to aftonifti us.

CAS. You are dull, Cafca; and those fparks of life,
Which mould be in a Roman, you do want,
Or elfe you use not : You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and caft yourfelf in wonder,
To fee the ftrange impatience of the heavens :
But if you would confider the true cause,
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghofts,
Why birds, and beafts, from quality and kind ;
Why old men, fools, and children, calculate ;

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Why all these things change, from their ordinance,
Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,
To monftrous quality ; why, you (hall find,
That nature hath infus'd them with these fpirits,
To make them inftruments of fear, and warning,
Unto fome monftrous ftate. Now could I Cafca,
Name thee a man moil like this dreadful night ;
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the capitol :
A man no mightier than thyfelf, or me,
In perfonal aftion ; yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these flrange eruptions are.

CAS'". 'Tis C<?sar, that you mean : Is it not, Caffius?

CAS. Lei it be who it is : for Romans now
Have thews and limbs like to their anceftors ;
But, woe the whiLs! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' fpirits ;
Our yoak and fufferance (hew us womanifh.

(Lo^tf. Indeed, they fay, the fenators to-morrow
Mean to eftablifh Caesar as a king :
And he mall wear his crown, by fea, and land,
In every place, fave here in Italy.

.CAS. I know where I will wear this "j~ dagger then ;
Cafflus from bondage will deliver CaJ/jus :
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak moft ftrong ;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat :
Nor ftony tower, nor walls of beaten brafs,
Nor airlefs dungeon, nor ftrong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the ftrength of fpirit ;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to difmifs itfelf.
If I know this, know all the world bcfides,

7 name to thec

so Julius Czsar.

That part of tyranny, that I do bear,
I can (hake off at pleasure.

CAS"*. So can I :

So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.

CAS. And why fhould Caesar be a tyrant then ?
Poor man ! I know, he would not be a wolf,
But that he fees, the Romans are but fheep :
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with hafte will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak ftraws : What trafh is Rome,
What rubbifh, and what offal, when it ferves
For the bafe matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as C<esar? But, o, grief,
Where haft thou led me ? I, perhaps, fpeak this
Before a willing bondman : then I know
My anfwer muft be made : But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.

Cjtsca. You fpeak to Cafca ; and to fuch a man,
That is no flearing tell-tale. Hold my hand :
Be faftious for redrefs of all these griefs ;
And I will fet this foot of mine as far,
As who goes fartheft.

CAS. There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Cafca, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the noblefl-minded Romans,
To undergo, with me, an enterprise
Of honourable-dang'rous confequence ;
And I do know, by this, they ftay for me
In Pompey's porch : For now, this fearful night,
There is no ftir, or walking in the ftreets ;
And the complexion of the element

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Is favour'd like the work we have in hand,
Molt bloody, fiery, and moft terrible.
Enter CINNA.

CAW. Stand clofe awhile, for here comes one in hafte.

CAS. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gate;
He is a friend. _ Cinna, where hafte you fo ?

CIN. To findoutyou : Who's that ? MetellusCimber?

CAS. No, it is Cafca ; one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not ftay'd for, Cinna ?

CIN. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this ?
There's two or three of us have feen ftrange fights.

CAS. Am I not ftay'd for, (JTinna ? tell me.

CIN. Yes,

You are. O, Cajfius, if you could but win
The noble Brutus to our party

CAS. Be you content: GoodCinna, takethis =f= paper,
And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it ; and throw =f= this
In at his window ; fet this ^= up with wax
Upon old Brutus' ftatue : all this done,
Repair to Pomfey's porch, where you mail find us.
Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there ?

CIN. All but Metellus Cimber ; and he's gone
To feek you at your houfe. Well, I will hye,
And fo beftow these papers as you bad me.

CAS. That done, repair to P empty's theatre.

[Exit CINNA.

Come, Cafca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his houfe : three parts of him
Is ours already ; and the man entire,
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

O, he fits high in all the people's hearts :

1 Is Favors, lite

3.1 Julius Caesar.

And that, which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richeft alchymy,
Will change to virtue, and to worthinefs.

CA s . Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You have right well conceited : Let us go,
For it is after midnight ; and, ere day,
We will awake him, and be fure of him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. The fame. BnHus'* Garden.
Eater BRUTUS.

Bnu. What, Lucius, ho!~
I cannot, by the progrefs of the liars,
Give guefs how near to day. Lucius, I fay !
I would it were my fault to fleep fo foundly.
When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I fay : What, Lucius }
Enter Lucius.

Lire. Call'd you, my lord ?

BR u. Get me a taper in my ftudy, Lucius :
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Lvc. I will, my lord. [Exit.

BRU. It muft be by his death : and, for my part,
I know no perfonal cause to fpurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd :
How that might change his nature, there's the queftion.
Jt is the bright day, that brings forth the adder ;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him ? That ;
And then, I grant, we put ailing in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abufe of greatnefs is, when it disjoins

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Remorfe from power : And, to fpeak truth of Casar,

I have not known when his affections fway'd

More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,

That lowlinefs is young ambition's ladder,

Whereto the climber-upward turns his face :

But when he once attains the upmoft round,

He then unto the ladder turns his back ;

Looks in the clouds, fcorning the bafe degrees

By which he did afcend : So Casar may ;

Then, left he may, prevent. And, fince the quarrel

Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

Fafhion it thus ; that what he is, augmented,

Would run to these, and these extremities :

And therefore think him as a ferpent's egg,

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mifchievous;

And kill him in the fhell.

Re-enter Lucius.

Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, fir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This =}= paper, thus feal'd up ; and, I am fure,
It did not lye there, when I went to bed.

BRU. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Luc, I know not, fir.

ERU. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

Luc. I will, fir. [Exit.

BRU. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Give fo much light, that I may read by them.

reads\ Brutus thou Jleep'Jl ; awake, and fee thy/elf.

Shall Rome -f- -t- -f- 4- Speak, Jlrike, redrej's.

Brutus, thou Jleep'Jl ; awake,

Such inftigations have been often drop'd,

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24 Julias Caefar.

Where I have took them up.

Shall Rome Thus muft I piece it out ;

Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe? What, Rome?

My anceftors did from the ftreets of Rome

The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.

Speak, Jfrike, redrefs. Am I entreated

To fpeak, and ftrike ? O Roma, I make thee promise,

If the redrefs will follow, thou receiveft

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Re-enter Lucius. 'within.

Luc. Sir, March is wafted fourteen days. [Knock

BRU. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; fomebody knocks.

[Exit Lucius.

Since CaJ/ius firft did whet me again ft Ctesar,
J have not flept.

Between the a&ing of a dreadful thing,
And the firft morion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The genius, and the mortal inftruments,
Are then in council ; and the ftate of man,
Like to a little kingdom, fuffers then
The nature of an infurreclion.

Re-enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Caffjus at the door,
Who doth desire to fee you.

BRU. Is he alone ?

Luc. No, fir, there are more with him.

BRU. Do you know them ?

Luc. No, fir; their hats are pluckt about their ears,
And half their faces bury'd in their cloaks,
That by no means I may difcover them
By any mark of favour.

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BRV. Let them enter. [Exit Lucius.

They are the faftion. O confpiracy,
Sham'ft thou to fhow thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are mod free ? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough,
To mafk thy monftrous visage ? Seek none, conspiracy;
Hide it in fmiles, and affability :
Fof if thou path, thy native femblance on,
Not Erebus itfelf were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.

Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA,
METELLUS, ^</TREBONIUS.

CAS. I think, we are too bold upon your reft :
Good morrow, Brutus', Do we trouble you ?

BR u. I have been up this hour ; awake, all night.
Know I these men, that come along with you ?

CAS. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here,
But honours you : and every one doth wiih,
You had but that opinion of yourfelf,
Which every noble Reman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

BRU. He is welcome hither.

CAS. This, Decius Brutus.

BRU. He is welcome too. [Cimber.

CAS. This, Cafca; Cinna, this; and this, Metellut

BRU. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themfelves
Betwixt your eyes and night ?

CA s . Shall I entreat a word ? [converfe apart.

DEC. Here lyes the eaft: Doth not the day break here?

CAS". No.

Citf. O, pardon, fir, it doth ; and yon grey lines,

*S this, Cir.xa

*6 Julius Casfar.

That fret the clouds, are meflengers of day.

CJSM. You mall confefs, that you are both deceiv'd.
Here, as I point my fword, the fun arises ;
Which is a great way growing on the fouth,
Weighing the youthful feason of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the north
He firft presents his fire ; and the high eafl
Stands, as the capitol, direftly here.

J?RU. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

Cjts. And let us fwear our resolution.

BR IT. No, not an oath : If not the face of men,
The fufferance of our fouls, the time's abufe,
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed ;
So let high-fighted tyranny range on,
'Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am fure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards, and to Heel with valour
The melting fpirits of women ; then, countrymen,
What need we any fpur, but our own cause,
To prick us to redrefs ? what other bond,
Than fecret Romans, that have fpoke the word,
And will not palter ? and what other oath,
Than honefty to honefty engag'd,
That this mail be, or we will fall for it ?
Swear priefts, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and fuch fuffering fouls
That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes fwear
Such creatures as men doubt : but do not ftain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the infuppreflive mettle of our fpirits,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,

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Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood,

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,

Is guilty of a feveral baftardy,

If he do break the fmalleft particle

Of any promise that hath paft from him.

CAS. But what of Cicero ? Shall we found him ?
I think, he will ftand very ftrong with us.

CA$, Let us not leave him out.

CIN. No, by no means.

MET. O, let us have him ; for his filver hairs
Will purchafe us a good opinion,
And bay men's voices to commend our deeds :
It mall be faid, his judgment rul'd our hands ;
Our youths, and wildnefs, ftiall no whit appear,
But all be bury'd in his gravity.

BRU. O, name him not : let us not break with him;
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.

CAS. Then leave him out.

CAS'". Indeed, he is not fit.

DEC. Shall no man elfe be toirch'd, butoniy Cetsar?

CAS. Dta'us, well urg'd : I think, it is not meet,

Mark Antony, fo well belov'd of Caesar,
Should out-live C&sar : We fhall find of him
A mrewd contriver ; and, you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well ftretch fo far,
As to annoy us all : which to prevent,
Let Antony, and Casar, fall together.

BRU. Our courfe will leem too bloody, CaiusCaffia; v
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards ;
For Antony is but a limb of Casar.

28 Julius Caesar.

Let us be facrificers, but not butchers, Caiitf*
We all ftand up againft the fpirit of Caesar ;
And in the fpirit of men there is no blood :
O, that we then could come by Cottar's fpirit,
And not difmember C<esar ! But, alas,
^Ca'sar muft bleed for it : And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ;
Let's carve him as a dim fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcafs fit for hounds :
And let our hearts, as fubtle matters do,
Stir up their fervants to an aft of rage,
And after feem to chide them. This mail make
Our purpose neceflkry, and not envious :
Which fo appearing to the common eyes,
We fhall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ;
For he can do no more than C&sar's arm,
When Ca-sar's head is off.

Crfs. Yet I too fear him :
For in the engrafted love he bears to C<esar,

BRU. Alas, good Caflius, do not think of him :
If he love Ctesar, all that he can do
Is to himfelf ; take thought, and dye for Casar :
And that were much he mould ; for he is given
To fports, to wildnefs, and much company.

TKE. There is no fear in him ; let him not dye ;
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

BRU. Peace, count the clock. \Clockfirikes.

Cjs. The clock hath ftricken three.

VRE. 'Tis time to part.

Cjs. But it is doubtful yet,
Whe'r Catar will come forth to-day, or no ;

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For he Is fuperftitious grown of late ;
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantafy, of dreams, and ceremonies :
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccuftom'd terror of this night>
And the perfuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the capitol to-day.

DEC. Never fear that : If he be fo resolv'd,
J can o'er-fvvay him : for he loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glafles, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He fays, he does ; being then moft flattered.
Let me work :

For I can give his humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the capitol.

CAS. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

BRU. By the eighth hour ; Is that the uttermoft ?

CIN. Be that the uttermoft, and fail not then.

MET. Caius Ligarius doth bear C<esar hatred,
Who rated him for fpeaking well of Pompey ;
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.

BRU. Now, good Metsllus, go along to him :
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ;
Send him but hither, and I'll fafhion him. [Brutus;-.

CAS. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you,
And, friends, difperfe yourfelves : but all remember
What you have faid, and (hew yourfelves true Romans.

BRU. Good gentlemen, look frefh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
Rut bear it as our Roman aftors do,

*+ along by him
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3 3 Julius Caesar.

With untir'd fpirits, and formal conflancy :
And fo, good morrow to you every one.

{Exeunt All but BrutUS-.
Boy ! Lucius ! Faft afleep ? It is no matter ;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of {lumber :
Thou haft no figures, nor no fantafies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men ;
Therefore thou fleep'ft fo found.

Enter PORTIA.

Pt>R. Brutus, my lord. [now?

BRU. Portia, what mean you ? Whetefore rise you
It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

FOR. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutut,
Stole from my bed : And yefternight, at fupper,
You fuddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing, and fighing, with your arms acrofs :
And when I alk'd you what the matter was,
You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks :
I urg'd you further ; then you fcratch'd your head,
And too impatiently ftamp'd with your foot :
Yet I infifted, yet you anfwer'd not;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave fign for me to leave you : So I did ;
Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience,
Which feem'd too much enkindl'd ; and, withal,
Hoping it was but an effecl of humour,
Which fometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor fleep ;
And, could it work fo much upon your fhape*
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I (hould not know you, Brutus* Dear my lord,

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Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

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 means to come by it.

BRU. Why, fo I do: Good Portia, go to bed.

POR. Is Brutus fick ; and is it physical,
To walk unbraced, and fuck up the humours
Of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus fick ;
And will he fteal out of his wholfome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night ?
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his ficknefs ? No, my Brutus ;
You have fome fick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
T ought to know of: And, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourfelf, your half,
Why you are heavy ; and what men to-night
Have had resort to you : for here have been
Some fix or feven, who did hide their faces
Even from darknefs.

RU. Kneel not, gentle Portia. [raising her,

POR. I mould not need, if you were gentle Brutus,
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Jirutus,
Is it excepted, I mould know no fecrets
That appertain to you ? Am I your felf,
But, as it were, in fort, or limitation;
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you fometimes ? Dwell I but in the fuburbs
Of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,

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Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

BRU. You are my true and honourable wife ;
As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
That visit my fad heart.

FOR. If this were true, then fhould I know this fecrct,
I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal,
A woman that lord Brutus took to wife :
I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal,
A woman well-reputed, Ca/c's daughter :
Think you, I am no flronger than my fex,
Being fo father'd, and fo husbanded ?
Tell me your counfels, I will not difclose them :
I have made ftrong proof of my conftancy,
Giving myfelf a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh : Can [ bear that with patience,
And not my husband's fecrets ?

BRU. O ye gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife ! [Knock within.
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
And by and by thy bosom (hall partake
The fecrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will conftrue to thee,
All the characlery of my fad brows :
Leave me with hafte. [Exit PORTIA.

Enter Lucius, and LIGARIUS.
Lucius, who's that tfjat knocks ?

Luc, Here is a fick man, that would fpeak with you.

BRU. " Caius Ligarius, that Metellui fpake of."

Boy, ftand afide [Exit Luc.] Caius Ligarius, how ?

LIG. Vouchfafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

BR u. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
To wear a kerchief; 'Would you were not fick !

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LIG. I am not fick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

BRU. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligariut,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

LIG. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
I here difcard my ficknefs. Soul of Rome,
Brave fon, deriv'd from honourable loins,
Thou, like an exorcift, haft conjur'd up
My mortified fpirit. Now bid me run,
And I will ftrive with things impoffible ;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do ?

BRU. A piece of work, that will make fick men whole.

LIG . But are not fome whole, that we muft make fick ?

BRU. That muft we alfo. What it is, my Caius,
I mail unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it muft be done.

LIG. Set on your foot;
And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what : but it fufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

BRU. Follow me then. [Exeunt,

SCENE II. The fame. A Room in Caesar's Palace.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter C./ESAR.
CMS. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to-
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out, [night;
Help, ho ! They murder Casar. Who's within ?

Enter a Servant.
Ser. My lord ?

C/ES. Go bid the priefts do present facrifice,,
And bring me their opinions of fuccefs.

$er. I will, my lord. [Exit Servant.

34 Julius Caesar.

Enter CALPHURNIA. [forth?

CAL. What mean you, Ceesar? Think you to walk
You fliall not itir out of your houfe to-day. [me

C&s. Ceesar mall forth : the things that threaten'd
Ne'er look'd but on my back ; when they ihall fee
The face of Casar, they are vanilhed.

CAL. C<esar, I never ftood on ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Befides the things that we have heard and feen,
Recounts moft horrid fights feen by the watch.
A lionefs hath whelped in the ftreets ;
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead :
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks, and fquadrons, and right form of war,
Which drizel'd blood upon the capitol :
The noise of battle hurtl'd in the air,
Horfes did neigh, and dying men did groan ;
And gholts did fhriek, and fqueal about the ftreets.
O C<esar, these things are beyond all ufe,
And I do fear them.

CJES. What can be avoided,
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods ?
Yet Ceaar fhall go forth : for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Caaar.

CAL. When beggars dye, there are no comets feen ;
The heavens themfelves blaze forth the death of prince- .

CxES. Cowards dye many times before their deaths ;
The valiant never tafte of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It feems to me moft flrange that men Ihould fear;
Seeing that death, a neceffary end,
Will come, when it will coine.

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Re-enter Servant.
What fay the augurers ?

Ser. They would not have you to flir forth to-day.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beaft.

CMS. The gods do this in fliame of cowardice :
Ctesar mould be a beaft without a heart,
Jf he fhould flay at home to-day for fear.
No, C&sar (hall not : Danger knows full well,
That Ctesar is more dangerous than he.
We are two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible;
And Caesar fhall go forth.

CAL. Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day : Call it my fear,
That keeps you in the houfe, and not your own.
WV11 fend Mark Antony to the fenate-houfe ;
And he fhall fay, you are not well to-day :
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

CM s . Mark Antony fhall fay, t am not well ;
And, for thy humour, I will flay at home.

Enter DECIUS.
Here's Decius Brutus, he fhall tell them fo.

DEC. C&sar, all hail ! Good morrow, worthy Ctssar:
I come to fetch you to the fenate-houfe.

CMS. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the fenators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day :
Cannot, is falfe ; and that I dare net, falfer ;
I will not come to-day, tell them fo, Decins.

CAI. Say, he is fick.

" We heare two

36 Julius Caesar.

C/ES. Shall C*sar fend a lye?
Have I in conqueft ftretch'd mine arm fo far,
To be afear'd to tell gray-beards the truth ? _
Deciui, go tell them, Caiar will not come.

DEC. Moft mighty Casar, let me know fome cause,
Left I be laugh'd at, when I tell them fo.

Cxss. The cause is in my will, I will not come ;
That is enough to fatiffy the fenate.
But, for, your private fatiffaclion,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calpburnia here, my wife, flays me at home :
She dreamt to-night, (he faw my ftatue, sDceitw,
Which, like a fountain, with a hundred fpouts
Did run pure blood ; and many lufty Romans
Came fmiling, and did bath their hands in it :
And these does me apply for warnings, portents
Of evils imminent ; and on her knee
Hath beg'd, that I will ftay at home to-day.

DfC. This dream is all amifs interpreted ;
ft was a vision, fair and fortunate :
Your ftatue fpouting blood in many pipes,
]n which fo many fmiUng Reanans bath'd,
Signifies, that from you great Rome fhall fuck
Reviving blood ; and that great men- fhall prefs
For tinctures, ftains, relicks, and cognisance.
This by CalphurnieCs dream is lignity'd.

Cs. And this way have you well expounded it.

DEC. I have, when you have heard what I can fay :
And know it now; The fenate have concluded
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar.
If you fhall fend them word, you will not come,
Their minds may change. Befides, it were a mock

16 warnings and portents, 17 And evils

Julius Cjesar. 37

Apt to be render'd, for fome one to fay,

Break up the fenate 'till another time,

When Caesar's nvife Jhall meet with letter dreams.

If C<fsar hide himfelf, malt they not whifper,

Lo, Caesar is afraid?

Pardon me, Ceesar; for my dear, dear, love

To your proceeding bids me tell you this ;

And reason to my love is liable.

CM s . How foolim do your fears feem now, Calphurnia ?

I am afhamed I did yield to them

Give me my robe, for I will go :_- [to an Att:

Enter PUBLIUS, LIGARIUS, BR.UTUS, CASCA,

CINKA, METELLUS, W TREBONIUS.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

PUB. Good morrow, Caesar.

(Lc*. Welcome, Publius.-.
What, Brutus, are you ftir'd fo early too r _
Good morrow, Cafca Caius Ligarius,
Ceesar was ne'er fo much your enemy,

As that fame ague which hath made you lean.

What is't o'clock ?

BRU. Ca:sar, 'tis ftrucken eight.

Cys. I thank you for your pains and courtefy.

Enter ANTONY.

See ! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
Is notwithftanding up: Good morrow, Antony.

ANT. So to moft noble dtsar.

C&. s. Bid them prepare within : _ [to an Att :

I am to blame to be thus waited for._
Now, Cz/mrf.-_Now, Metellus : What, Trebonius !
I have an hour's talk in flore for you ;
Remember that you call on me to-day :

38 Julius Cassar.

Be near me, that I may remember you.

TRZ. Ceesar, I will : " and fo near will I be,
" That your befl friends mall wifh I had been further."

CJES. Good friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with
And we, like friends, will ftraitway go together, [me ;

BRU. " That every like is not the fame, o C<esar,"
" The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon." [Exeunt.

SCENE III. The fame. Street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS.

ART. [reads.] Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed
of Caflius ; come not near Cafca ; have an eye to Cinna ;
truft not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber :
Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou baft wrong d Caius
Ligarius. 'There is but one mind in all these men, and
it is bent againft Caesar : If thou beejl not immortal, look
about you: Security gives <way to confpiracy. The mighty
gods defend thee !

Thy lover, Artemidorus.
Here will I ftand, 'till Ceesar pafs along,
And as a fuitor will I give him this.
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, oCtesar, thou may'ft live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit.

SCENE IV. r he fame. Another Part of the
fame Street, before Brutus'j Houfe.

Enter PORTIA, and Lucius.
FOR. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the fenate-houfe ;
Stay not to anfwer me, but get thee gone :
Why doft thou Jlay ?

Julius Cassar. 39

Luc. To know my errand, madam.

Pox. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould'ft do there.
" O conftancy, be ftrong upon my fide!"
" Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue ! "
" I have a man's mind, but a woman's heart."
"How hard it is, for women to keep counfell"_
Art thou here yet ?

Luc. Madam, what fhould I do ?
Run 'to the capitol, and nothing elfe ?
And fo return to you, and nothing elfe ?

FOR. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
For he went fickly forth : And take good note,
What C<esar doth, what fuitors prefs to him.
Hark, boy ! what noise is that - ?

Luc. I hear none, madam.

FOR. Pr'ythee, liilen well :
I heard a buftling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the capitol.

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter Soothfayer.

FOR. Come hither, fellow:
Which way haft thou been ?

Seo. At mine own houfe, good lady.

FOR. What is't o'clock?

Soo. About the ninth hour, lady,

FOR. Is Ceesar yet gone to the capitol ?

Soo. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my Hand,
To fee him pafs on to the capitol.

FOR. Thou haft fome fuit to C,?sar, haft thou not?

Soo. That I have, lady, if it will please C<xsar
To be fo good to G<esar, as to hear me :

4o Julius Caesar.

I (hall befeech him to befriend himfelf. [wards him ?
POR. Why, know'ft thou any harm's intended to-
Soo. None that I know will be, much that I fear may
Good-morrow to you. Here the itreet is narrow: [chance.
The throng that follows Ctrsar at the heels,
Of fenators, of prastors, common fuitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almoft to death :
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great C<esar as he comes along. [Exit.

POR. I muft go in. " Ay me! how weak a thing"
" The heart of woman is ! O Brutus, 'Brutus,"
" The heavens fpeed thee in thine enterprise ! "
" Sure, the boy heard me :" Brutus hath a fuit,
That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint :_
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ;
Say, 1 am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth fay to thee.

AC* III.

SCENEl. 7 he fame. The Capital:

Senate fitting. In the Entrance, and amid a Throng of

People, ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothfayer. Flourijh, and

Enter C^SAR, attended'^ BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA,

CINNA, DECIUS, METELLUS, and TREBONIUS ;

PO^ILIUS, PUBLIUS, Lepidus,

Antony, and Gibers.

C/ES. The ides of March are come.

Soo. Ay, Ctesar ; but not gone.

ART. Hail, C&sar! Read this =}= fchedule.

DEC. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er- read,

Julius Ca*sar. 41

At your belt leisure, this =f his humble fuit.

ART . O, Casar, read mine firft ; for mine's a fuit
That touches Ccesar nearer : Read it, great Casar.
C^s. What touches us ourfelf, (hall be laft ferv'd.
4&r, Delay not, C<esar; read it inftantly.
CMS. What, is the fellow mad ?
PUB. Sirrah, give place.

CAS. What, urge you your petitions in the frreet ?
Come to the capitol. [Artemidorus is pujtfd

back, Czesar, and the reft, enter the Senate : 'The
Senate rises. Popilius prejjes forward to fpeak
to Czesar ; arid pajfing Caflius, fays,
Pop, I wifti, to-day your enterprise may thrive.
CAS. What enterprise, Popilius?
POP. Fare you well, [leaves him, and joins Caesar.
BRU. " What faid Popilius Lena?" [thrive."

CAS. "He wifh'd, to-day our enterprise might
" I fear, our purpose is difcovered."

BRU. " Look, how he makes to C<esar: Mark him.'*
CAS. " Ca/ca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. "_
' Brutus, what fliall be done ? If this be known* "
1 Cajfius, or Ca-sar, never mail turn back, "
' For I will flay myfelf."

BRU. " Ca/tus, beconftant:"
' Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purposes ; "
' For, look, he fmiles, and C&sar doth not change. "
CAS. " Trebcmus knows his time; for, look you,
' He draws Mark Antony out of the way." [Brutus, "
[Exeunt ANTONY HH^TREBONIUS, con--verfing.
Caesar takes bis Seat; the Senate, their i : and
Metellus ad-vances towards Ca;sar.
DEC. Where is Mtttlluj Cimbsr? Let him go,"

42 Julius Czsar.

' And presently prefer his fuit to C<esar."

BRU. " HeisaddrefTd: prefs near, and fecond him."

Cm. " Ca/ca, you are the firft that rear your hand."
[The Ccnfpiretors range them/elves about Czsar ;
Casca, en tk>e right hand of his Chair, behind.

C^ES. Are we all ready? What is now amifs,
That Ca-sar, and his fenate, muil redrefs ? [Ctesar,

MET, Moft high, moft mighty, and moft puiflant
Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat
An humble heart : \_proftrating bimfelf.

CJES. I muft prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings, and these lowly courteiles,
Might fire the blood of ordinary men ;
And turn pre-ordinance, and firft decree,
Into the lane of children. Be not fond,
To think that desar bears fuch rebel blood,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools ; I mean, fweet words,
Low-crooked curt'fies, and bafe fpaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banifhed:
If thou doll bend, and pray, and fawn, for him,
I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Ctfsar doth not wrong ; nor without cause
Will he be fatisfy'd.

MET. Is there no voice, more worthy than my own,
To found more fweetly in great C&sar's ear,
For the repealing of my banifti'd brother ?

BKU. I kifs thy hand, but not in flattery, C<e sar ;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

CSEK. What, Brutus!

C.4S. Paxdon, Casar\ Casar, pardon:

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As low as to thy foot doth Cafftus fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CMS. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me :
But I am conftant as the northern ftar ;
Of whose true-fixt, and refting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The fkies are painted with unnumber'd fparks,
They are all fire, and every one doth mine ;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
So, in the world ; 'Tis furnim'd well with men,
And men are flefh and blood, and apprehenfive ;
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unavailable holds on his rank,
Unfhak'd of motion : and, that I am he,
Let me a little (hew it, even in this ;
That I was conftant Cimber mould be banifh'd,
And conftant do remain to keep him fo.

CIN. Q Caesar, ~

C/ES. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

DEC. Great C<c:ar,

CM 5. Doth not Brutus bootlefs kneel ?

CAS ^, Speak, hands, forme, \Jlabbing him in the
Neck. Csesar rises, catches at the Dagger, and
ftruggles --with him : defendshimfelf,fcr a time,
againjl him, and againji the other Confpirators ',
but, Jiab'd by Brutus,

C/ES. //;/, Brute? Then fall, Catsar,. \hefub-
mits ; muffles up his Face in his Mantle ; falls,
and dies. Senate in Confu-ion.

C/iV. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !_
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the ftreets.

44 Julius Csesar.

CAS. Some to the common pulpits, and cry oat,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !

BRU* People, and fenators, be not affrighted ;
Fly not, ftand ftill : ambition's debt is pay'd.

CAS"*. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

DEC. And Cajpus too.

ERU. Where's Publius ?

CIN. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

MET. Stand faft together, left Come friend of Ceesar^
Should chance

BR v. Talk not of (landing : _ Publius, good cheer ;
There is no harm intended to your perfon,
Nor to no Roman elfe : fo tell them, Publius.

CAS. And leave us, Publius', left that the people,
Rufhing on us, mould do your age fome mifchief.

xu. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed,

But we the doers. [Exeunt All but Confpiraton.

Re-enter TREBONIUS.

CAS. Where's Antony?

TRE. Fled to his houfe amaz'd :
Men, wives, and children, ftare, cry out, and run,
As it were doom's-day.

BRU. Fates, we will know your pleasures :_
That we mall dye, we know ; 'tis but the time,
And drawing days out, that men ftand upon.

CAS. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life,
Cuts off fo many years of fearing death.

BRU. Grant that, and then is death a benefit :
So are we Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd

His time of fearing death Stoop, Remans, ftoop,

And let us bath our hands in C/esar's blood
Up to the elbows, and befmear our fwords :

Julius Cxsar. 45

Then walk we forth, even to the market-place j
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, Peace, freedom and liberty !

CAS, Stoop then, and wafh. How many ages hence,
Shall this our lofty fcene be adled over,
In ftates unborn, and accents yet unknown ?

BRU. How many times (hall C&sar bleed in fport,
That now on Pompey's bafis lyes along,
No worthier than the duft ?

CAS. So oft as that mall be,
So often mall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.

DEC. What, mail we forth ?

CAS. Ay, every man away :
Brutus mall lead ; and we will grace his heels
With the moft boldeft and beft hearts of Rome.
Enter a Servant, b.

BRU. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

Ser. Thus, Brutus, ~j~ did my matter bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ;
And, being proftrate, thus he bad me fay.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honeft ;
Casar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving :
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd C&sar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchfafe, that Antony
May fafely come to him, and be resolv'd
How Ccesar hath deserv'd to lye in death,
Mark Antony mall not love Cessar dead
So well as Brutus living ; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod ftate,

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46 Julius Caisar.

With all true faith. So fays my matter Antony.

BKU. Thy mafter is a wise and valiant Roman ;
I never thought him worfe.
Tell him, fo please him come onto this place,
He lhall be fatiffy'd ; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

Ser. I'll fetch him prefently. [Exit Servant.

BRU, I know, that we mall have him well to friend.

Cjts. I wifh, we may : but yet have I a mind
That fears him much ; and my mifgiving ftill
Falls fhrewdly to the purpose.

Re-enter ANTONY.

BRU. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark An-

Ayf. O mighty Casar ! Doft thoa lye fo low ? [tony.
Are all thy conquefts, glories, triumphs, fpoils,

Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well.

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

Who elfe muft be let blood, who elfe is rank :

If I myfelf, there is no hour fo fit

As C<rsar's death's hour ; nor no inftrument

Of half that worth, as those your fwords, made rich

With the moft noble blood of all this world.

I do befeech ye, if you bear me hard,

Now, whilft your purpl'd hands do reek and fmoak,

Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,

I mail not find myfelf fo apt to dye :

No place will please me fo, no mean of death,

As here by desar, and by you cut off,

The choice and mafter fpirits of this age.

BRU. O Antony, beg not your death of us.
Though now we muft appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present aft,

Julius Ca?saf. 47

You fee we do ; yet fee you but our hands,
And this the bleeding businefs they have done :
Our hearts you fee not, they are pitiful ;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome,
(As fire drives out fire, fo pity, pity)
Hath done this deed on C<ssar. For your part,
To you our fwords have leaden points, Murk Antony,
Our arms no ftrength of malice ; and our hearts,
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in,
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
CAS. Your voice mall be as ftrong as any man's,
In the difposing of new dignities.

BRU. Only be patient, 'till we have appeas'd
The multitude, befide themfelves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Cussar when I ftrook him,
Have thus proceeded.

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand :
Firft, Marcus 'Brutus, will I (hake with you ; _

Next, Caius Coffins, do I take your hand ;

Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, MeteUus}.

Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Cafca, yours;

Though laft, not leaft in love, yours, good Trebomu>.

Gentlemen all, alas 1 what (hall I fay ?

My credit now ftands on fuch flippery ground,

That one of two bad ways you myft conceit me,

Either a coward, or a flatterer.-.

That I did love thee, Caesar, o, 'tis true :

If then thy fpirit look upon us now,

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death.

To fee thy Antony making his peace,

8 Aimes in ftrength

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48 Julius Caesar.

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,

Moft noble ! in the presence of thy corfe ?

Had I as many eyes as thou haft wounds,

Weeping as faft as they ftream forth thy blood,

It would become me better, than to close

In terms of friendfhip with thine enemies.

Pardon me, Julius! Here waft thou bay'd, brave hart;

Here didft thou fall ; and here thy hunters ftand,

Sign'd in thy fpoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. _

O world, thou waft the foreft to this hart ;

And this, indeed, o world, the heart of thee. __

How like a deer, ftrooken by many princes,

Doft thou here lye ?

Cxs. Mark Antony i

Aur. Pardon me, Caius Caffius :
The enemies of C&sar (hall fay this ;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modefty.

CA s . I blame you not for praising Ctesar fo ;
But what compaft mean you to have with us ?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends ;
Or mall we on, and not depend on you ?

AKT . Therefore I took your hands ; but was, indeed,
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on C<esar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all ;
Upon this hope, that you (hall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein, Ctfsar was dangerous.

BRU. Or elfe were this a favage fpeftacle :
Our reasons are fo full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the fon of Cttjar,
You mould be fatisfy'd.

JNI-. [That's all I feek :
And am moreover fuitor, that I may

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Julius Caesar. 49

Produce his body to the market-place ;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
BRU. You mail, Mark Antony.
CAS, Brutus, a word with you.
You know not what you do ; Do not content, "
' That Antony fpeak in his funeral : "
' Know you how much the people may be mov'd "
' By that which he will utter?"

BRU. " By your pardon;
' I will myfelf into the pulpit firft, "
' And mew the reason of our C&sar's death : "
' What Antony fhall fpeak, I will proteft "
' He fpeaks by leave and by permiflion ; "
' And that we are contented, C<esar mall "
' Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies."
' It mail advantage more, than do us wrong. "
CAS. " I know not what may fall; I like it not."
BRU. Mark Antony, here, take you Ctesar's body.
You mail not in your funeral fpeech blame us,
But fpeak all good you can devise of Ctesar-,
And fay, you do't by our permiflion ;
Elfe mall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral : And you mail fpeak
In the fame pulpit whereto I am going,
After my fpeech is ended.

ANT. Be it fo ;
I do desire no more.

BRU. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeunt All but Antony.

ANT. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers !

5 Julius Caesar.

Thou art the ruins of the nobleft man

That ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that fhed this coftly blood !

Over thy wounds now do I prophefy,

Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue ;

A curfe fhall light upon the limbs of men ;

Pomeftic fury, and fierce civil ftrife,

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy :

Blood and definition mail be fo in ufe,

And dreadful objects fo familiar,

That mothers mall but fmile, when they behold

Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war ;

All pity choak'd with cuftom of fell deeds :

And Ctesar's fpirit, ranging for revenge,

With Ate by his fide, come hot from hell,

Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,

Cry, Havock, and let flip the dogs of war ;

That this foul deed (hall fmell above the earth

With carrion men, groaning for burial

Enter a Servant, c.
You ferve } flavins Carsar, do you not ?

Ser. I do, Mark Antony.

Avr. Cefsar did write to him, to come to Rome.

Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming :
And bid me fay to you by word of mouth,
O Cottar ! [Seeing the Body.

ANT. Thy heart is big ; get thee apart and weep.
Paffion, I fee, is catching ; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of forrow ftand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy matter coming ?

Ser. He lies to-night within feven leagues of Rome.

Julius Caesar. 51

Avt. Foil back with (peed, and tell him what hath
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome : [chanc'd :
No Rome of fafety for Qclavius yet j
Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet, ftay a while ;
Thou malt not back, 'till I have born this corfe
Into the market-place : there mall I try,
fn my oration, how the people take
The cruel iffue of these bloody men ;
According to the which, thou fhalt difcourfe
To young Oeiavius of the ftate of things.
Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with the Body.

SCENE II. r be fame. The Forum.
Enter a Throng of Citizens, tumultuoufly ;

BRUTUS, and CASSIUS.
Cit. We will be fatiffy'd ; let us be fatiffy'd.
BRU. Then follow me, and give me audience,
Coffins, go you into the other ftreet, [friends. _

And part the numbers.

Those that will hear me fpeak, let them flay here j
Those that will follow Caffius, go with him ;
And publick reasons mail be rendered
Of Ctesar's death.

1 . C. I will hear Brutus fpeak.

2. C. I will hear Crf^zw ; and compare their reasons,
When feverally we hear them rendered.

[Exit CASSIUS, with fame of the Ciligevs :
Brutus goes into the Ro/Irum.

3 . C. The noble Brutus is afcended : Silence.
BRU. Be patient 'till the laft. Reman:,

countrymen , and lovers, hear me for my cause ;
and be filent, that you may he.ar : believe me for

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52 Julius Caesar.

mine honour ; and have refpeft to mine honour, that
you may believe : cenfure me in your wisdom ; and
awake your fenfes, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of
C<?sar's, to him I fay, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no lefs than his : If then that friend demand,
why Brutus rose againft C&sar, this is my anfwer,
Not that I lov'd C*sar lefs, but that I lov'd Rente
more. Had you rather Cecsar were living, and dye
all flaves ; than that C&sar were dead, to live all free
men ? As Cresar lov'd me, I weep for him ; as he
was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I
honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I flew him :
There is tears, for his love ; joy, for his fortune ;
honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition.
Who is here fo bafe, that would be a bondman ? If
any, fpeak ; for him have I offended. Who is here
fo rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, fpeak ;
for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that
will not love his country ? If any, fpeak ; for him
have I offended. I pause for a reply.

Cit. None, Brutus, none.

BRU. Then none have I offended. I have done no
more to Cefsar, than you mall do to Brutus. The
queftion of his death is enroll'd in the capitol : his
glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor
his offences enforc'd, for which he fuffered death.
Enter ANTONY, and certain of bis Houfe,

bearing Cassar's body.

Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony : who,
though he had no hand in his death, mail receive
the benefit of his dying, a place in the common-

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wealth; As which of you (hall not ? With this I de-
part ; That, as I flew my beft lover for the good of
Rome, I have the fame dagger for myfelf, when it mall
please ny country to need my death. [comes do-T.cn.
Cit. Live, Brutus, live, live !

1. C. Bring him with triumph home unto his houfe.

2. C. Give him a ftatue with his anceftors.

3. C. Let him be C&sar..

4. C. Caesar's better parts

Shall note be crown'd in Brutus. [clamours.

i . C. We'll bring him to his houfe with fhouts and

BRU. My countrymen,

2. C. Peace; filence ; Brutus fpeaks.

i. C. Peace, ho.

BRU. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, flay here with Antony :
Do grace to Cesar's corps, and grace his fpeech
Tending to Caesar's glories ; which Mark .Antony
By our permiffion is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, 'till Antony have fpoke.

i. C. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.

3. C. Let him go up into the publick chair ;
We'll hear him : _ Noble Antony, go up.

ANT. For Brutus' fake, I am beholding to you.

[goes up.

4. C. What does he fay of Brutus ?

3. C. He fays, for BrutuS fake,
He finds himfelf beholding to us all.

4. C. 'Twere beft he fpeak no harm of Brutus here.
i . C. This Ccesar was a tyrant.

54 Julius Cassar.

3. C. Nay, that's certain :
We are mod bleft, that Rome is rid of him.

2. C. Peace; let us hear what Antony can fay.

j4NT. You gentle Romans,

Cit. Peace, ho ; let us hear him. [ears ;

ANT. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
I come to bury Ceesar, not to praise him :
The evil, that men do, lives after them ;
The good is oft interred with their bones ;
So let it be with Casar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you, Ccesar was ambitious :
If it were fo, it was a grievous fault ;
And grievoufly hath Ctesar anfwer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft,
(For Brutus is an honourable man ;
So are they all, all honourable men)
Come I to fpeak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and juft to me :
But Brutus fays, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ranfoms did the general coffers fill :
JDid this in Ctesar feem ambitious r
When that the poor have cry'd, Caesar hath wept ;
Ambition mould be made of fterner fluff:
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did fee, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse : Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious ;
And, fure, he is an honourable man.

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I fpeak not to difprove what Brutus fpoke,

But here I am to fpeak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause ;

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?_

judgment, thou art fled to brutiih beads,
And men have loft their reason ! Bear with me ;
My heart is in the coffin there with Casar,

And I muft pause 'till it come back to me.

1. C. Methinks, there is much reason in his fayings.

2. C. If thou coniider rightly of the matter,
Ceesar has had great wrong.

3 . C. Has he mg matters ?

1 fear, there will a worse come in his place. [crown;

4. C. Mark'd ye his words ? he would not take the
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.

i.C. If it be found fo, fome will dear abide it.

2. C. Poor foul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3. C. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.

4. C. Now mark him, he begins again to fpeak.
JNT. But yefterday the word of Ceesar might

Have Hood againft the world : now lyes he there,
And none fo poor to do him reverence.

matters, if I were difpos'd to ftir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

1 mould do Brutus wrong, and Coffins wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men :

I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose

To wrong the dead, to wrong myfelf, and you,

Than I will wrong fuch honourable men.

But here's "|" a parchment, with the feal of C<fiar,

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will :

Let but the commons hear this tettament,

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(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)
And they would go and kifs dead Cesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his facred blood ;
Nay, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their iflue.

4. C. We'll hear the will ; _ Read it, Mark Antony.

Cit. The will, the will ; we will hear C&sar's will.

Aw?. Have patience, gen tie friends, I muft not read it;
It is not meet you know how C&sar lov'd you.
You are not wood, you are not ftones, but men ;
And, being men, hearing the will of C&sar,
I will enflame you, it will make you mad :
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ;
For if you fhould, O, what would come of it ?

4. C. Read the will ; we will hear it, Antony ;
You {hall read us the will ; Cesar's will.

Axr. Will you be patient ? Will you (lay a while ?
I have o'er-fhot myfelf, to tell you of it.
I fear, I wrong the hpnourable men,
Whose daggers have ftab'd Co-tar ; I do fear it.

4. C. They were traitors : Honourable men !

Cit. The will, the teftament !

2. C. They were villains, murderers: The will;
read the will.

ANT. You will compel me then to read the will '
Then make a ring about the corps of C<esar,
And let me fhew you him that made the will :
Shall I defcend ? And will you give me leave ?

Cit. Come down.

2. C. Defceod.

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3. C. You (hall have leave. [becomes down.

4; C. A ring ;
Stand round.

1. C. Stand from the hearfe, ftand from the body.

2. C. Room for Antony; moft noble Antony.
ANT. Nay, prefs not fo upon me ; ftand far off.
Cit. Stand back, room ; bear back.

ANT. If you have tears, prepare to fhed them now.
You all do know this ~f~ mantle : I remember
The firft time ever Ceesar put it on j
'Twas on a fummer's evening, in his tent ;
That day he overcame the Nervii :
Look, in this place ran Coffins' dagger through :
See, what a rent the envious Cafca made :
Through this the well-beloved Brutus ftab'd;
And, as he pluck'd his curfed fteel away,
Mark how the blood of Ca?sar follow'd it ;
As rufhing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus fo unkindly kuock'd, or no.
For Brutus, as you know, was C&sar's angel :
Judge, o you gods, how dearly Ceesar lov'd him !
This was the moft unkindeft cut of all :
For when the noble Ctesar faw him ftab,
Ingratitude, more ftrong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquifh'd him : then burft his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the bafe of Pompey's, ftatue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Casar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen !
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilft bloody treason flourifh'd over us.
O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel

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The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our C&sar's vefture wounded ? Look you here,
Hereof is himfelf, mar'd, as you fee, with traitors.

1 . C. O piteous fpedacle !

2. C. O noble C<ssar !

3. C. O woeful day!

4. C. O traitors, villains !

1. C. O

Moft bloody fight !

2. C. We'll be reveng'd : Revenge ;
About, feek, burn, fire, kill, flay;
Let not a traitor live.

Ayr. Stay, countrymen.

1 . C. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.

2. C. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll dye
with him. [up

AWT, Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftiryou
To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny.
They, that have done this deed, are honourable;
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it ; they are wise, and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons anfwer you.
I come not, friends, to fteal away your hearts ;
I am no orator, as Brutus is :
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend ; and that they know full well,
That gave me publick leave to fpeak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of fpeech,
To ftir men's blood : I only fpeak right on ;
I tell you that, which you yourfelves do know j

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Shew you fweetC^/ar's wounds,poor,poor,dumb mouths,
And bid them fpeak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutui Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your (pints, and put a tongue
In every wound of C<esar, that (hould move
The ftones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.

1 . C. We'll burn the houfe of Erutus.

3. C. Away then, come, feek the confpirators.

AVT. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me fpeak.

Cit. Peace, ho ; hear Antony, moft noble Antony.

ANT. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Ctesar thus deserv'd your loves ?
Alas, you know not ; I muft tell you then :
You have forgot the will I told you of.

Cit. Moft true ; the will, let's ftay and hear the will.

AN*. Here is the will, ~f~ and under CtfsaSs feal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every feveral man, leventy five drachmas.

2. d Moft noble Ceesar ! We'll revenge his death.

3 . C. O royal Carsar .'

ANT. Hear me with patience.

Cit. Peace, ho.

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this fide Tiber ; he hath left them you>
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourfelves.
Here was a C&sar : When comes fuch another ?

J.C. Never, never : _ Come, come, away :
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire all the traitors' house.-.

60 Julius Cxsar.

Take up the body.

2. C. Go, fetch fire.

3. C. Pluck down
"5TIJC benches.

4. C. Pluck down forms, tbe windows, any thing.

[Exeunt Citizens, with the Body.

An?. Now let it work : Mifchief, thou art a-foot,
Take thou what courfe thou wilt.

Enter Servant, c.
How now, fellow ?

Set: Sir, Otfavius is already come to Rome.

AK-T. Where is he ?

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's houfe.

ANT. And thither will I ftraight to visit him :
He comes upon a wifii. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

Ser. I heard them fay, Brutus and Caffius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

ANT. Belike, they had fome notice of the people,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Qciaviu*.

SCENE III. The fame. A Street.

Enter CINNA the Poet.

C{N, I dreamt to-night, that I did feaft with Caesar,
And things unlucky charge my fantafy :
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet fomething leads me forth.

Enter Citizens.

1 . C. What is your name ?

2. C. Whither are you going ?

3. C. Where do you live ?

4. C. Are you a marry'd man, or a batchelorr

*S unluckily

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2. C. Anfwer every man dire&ly.

1. C. Ay, and briefly.
4. C. Ay, and wisely.

3. C. Ay, and truly, you were beft.

CIN. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where
do I dwell ? Am I a marry'd man, or a batchelor ? Then
to anfwer every man direftly, and briefly, wisely, and
truly. Wisely I fay, I am a batchelor.

2. C. That's as much as to fay, they are fools that
marry : _ You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear : Pro-
ceed, direftly.

CIN. Direftly, lam going to C<esar'$ funeral.

i.C. As a friend, or an enemy ?

CIN. As a friend.

2. C. That matter is anfwer'd direftly.

4. C. For your dwelling, briefly ?
CIN. Briefly, I dwell by the capitol.

3. C. Your name, fir, truly ?
CIN. Truly, my name is Cinna.

i . C. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
CIN. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

4. C. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad
CIN. I am not Cinna the confpirator. [verfes.
4. C. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck but

his name out of his heart, and turn him going, [brands :
3. C. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho, fire-
To Brutus\ to Cajfius 1 ; burn all : Some to Decius* houfe,
and fome to Cafca's ; fome to Ligarius* : away ; go.

ACT: iv.

SCENE I. We fame. A Room in Antony'i Houfe.
VOL. VIII. K

6z Julias Caesar.

Enter ANTONY,. OCTAVIUS,

[prick'd.

Ax*. These many ~\ then mall dye ; their names are

Ocr. Your brother too muft dye ; Confent you, Le-

LZP. I do confent : [fidus ?

OCT. Prick him down, Antony.

LEP. Upon condition Publius fliall not live,
Who is your lifter's fon, Mark Antony,

Ayr. He (hall not live ; look, with a fpot I damn him
But, Lcpidus, go you to Cesar's honfe ;
Fetch the will hither, and we mall determine
How to cut off Tome charge in legacies.

LEP. What, mail I find you here ?

OCT. Or here, or at thecapitol. [Exit LEPIDVS.

ANT. This is a flight, unmeritable man,
Meet to be fent on errands : Is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he mould Hand
One of the three to mare it ?

OCT. So you thought him ;

And took his voice who mould be prkk'd to dye,
In our black fentence and profcription.

AVT. Ofiaviuiy 1 have feen more days than you :
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourfelves of divers fland'rous loads,
He mall but bear them as the afs bears gold,
To groan and fweat under the businefs,
Either led or driven, as we point the way ;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty afs, to make his ears,
And graze in commons.

Ocr. You may do your will,

Julius Caesar. 65

But he's a try'd and valiant foldier.

ANT. So is my horfe, Oflavius ; and, for that,
I do appoint him ftore of provender :
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to flop, to run diredly on ;
His corporal motion govern'd by my fpirit.
And, in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo ;
He muft be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth :
A barren -fpirited fellow ; one that feeds
On abjeft orts, and imitations ;
Which, out of ufe, and flal'd by other men,
Begin his fafhion : Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Qftaijiut,
Liften great things. Brutus and Cajfius
Are levying powers : we muft ftraight make head :
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,
Our beft friends made, our beft means ftretch'd ;
And let us presently go fit in council,
How covert matters may be beft difclos'd,
And open perils fureft anfwered.

OCT. Let us do fo : for we are at the flake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And fome, that fmile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mifchiefs. [Exeunt.

S CE NE II. Camp near Sardis.
Before Brutus'.; Tent, Enter BRUTUS, and Forces ;

Lucius, and Others, attending:

BRU. Stand, ho. [to his Officers, entering,

to him, L u c I L I u S > nuitb Soldiers ;

PINDARUS, rtWTitinius.
Luc, Give the word, ho, and {land, [to his Party-

IT3 On Objeas, Arts, and

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64 Julius Cxtar.

BRV. What now, Lucilius? is Coffitu near ?

Luc. He is at hand ; and Pindar -us is come
To do you falutation from his matter.

[presenting Pindarus, <who gives a Letter.

BRV. He greets me well. Your mafter, Pindarus,
In his own charge, or by ill officers,
Hath given me fome worthy cause to wifh
Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand,
I fhall be fatiffy'd.

PIN. I do not doubt,
But that my noble mafter will appear
Such as he is, fall of regard, and honour.

BRV. He is not doubted. " A word, Lucilius ;"
" How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. "

Lvc. " With courtefy, and with refpeft enough; "
' But not with fuch familiar inftances, "
' Nor with fuch free and friendly conference, "
< As he hath us'd of old. "

BRU. " Thou haft defcrib'd "
' A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Luei/ius, "
' When love begins to ficken and decay,"
' It useth an enforced ceremony. "
' There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith : "
' But hollow men, like horfes hot at hand, "
' Make gallant fhew and promise of their mettle ;"
' But when they mould endure the bloody fpur,"
' They fall their crefts, and, like deceitful jades, "
' Sink in the trial. Comes his army on r "

Luc . " They mean this night in Sard's to be quarter'd ;
' The greater part, the horfe in general, "
' Are come with Caffius." [March ivithin.

BRV. Hark, he is arriv'd :_

* change

Julius Caesar. 65

March gently on to meet him. [March.

Enttr C A s s I u s , and Forces.

CAS. Stand, ho. [to bit Officers, entering,

BRU. Stand: [to bis.'] Speak the word along.

i.O. Stand.

2. O. Stand.

3.0. Stand.

CAS. Moft noble brother, you have done me wrong.

BRU. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies ?
And, if not fo, how mould I wrong a brother ?

CAS. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs;
And when you do them,

BRU. Cajfius, be content,
Speak your griefs foftly, I do know you well :
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which mould perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ;
Then in my tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs.
And I will give you audience.

CAS. Pindar us i

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

BRU. Lucilius,

Do you the like ; and let no man, C,uriliu0,
Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Within the rent.
Lucius, and Titinius, at the Door :

/<?r BRUTUS, a^CASsius.
CA s . That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this :
YOU have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pel/a,

65 Julius Caesar.

For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;
Wherein, my letter, praying on his fide,
Because I knew the man, was flighted of.

BRU, You wrong'd yourfelf, to write in fuch a cafe.

Cjis. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence fhould bear his comment.

BRU. 8nfc let me tell you, Caflius, you yourfelf
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ;
To fell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

C*s. I an itching palm ?
You know, that you are Brutus that (peak this,
Or, by the gods, this fpeech were elfe your lalt.

BRU. The name of Coffins honours this corruption,
And chaftisement doth therefore hide his head.

CAS. Chaftisement!

BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember :
Did not great 'Julius bleed for juftice' fake ?
What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for juftice? What, (hall one of us,
That ftruck the foremoft man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers ; ftiall we now
Contaminate our fingers with bafe bribes ?
And fell the mighty fpace of our large honours
For fo much trafti, as may be grafped thus ?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

CAS. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it : you forget yourfelf,
To hedge me in ; I am a foldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourfelf
To make conditions.

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Julias Caesar, 67

BRV-. Go to ; you are not Caffius.

CAS. I am.

BRU. I fay, you are not,

CAS. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myfelf;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther.

BRU. Away, flight man !

CAS. Is't poflible ?

BRU. Hear me, for I will fpeak.
Muft I give way and room to your ram choler ?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman flares ?

Cjs. O ye gods, ye gods ! Muft I endure all this ?

BRU . All this ? Ay, more : Fret, 'till your proud heart
Go, mew your flaves how cholerick you are, [break ;
And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge ?
Muft I observe you ? Muft I ftand and crouch
Under your tefty humour ? By the gods,
You fhall digeft the venom of your fpleen,
Though it do fplit you : for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are wafpifh.

CAS. Is it come to this ?

BRU. You fay, you are a better foldier :
Let it appear fo ; make your vaunting true,
And it fhall please me well : For mine own part,
J fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

CAS. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus\
I faid, an elder foldier, not a better :
Did I fay, better ?

BRU. If you did, I care not. [me.

CAS. When Co>sar\iv'd, he durft not thus havemov'd

BRU. Peace, peace; you durft Hot fo have tempted

CAS, I durft not? [him.

68 Julius Caesar,

RV. No.

CAS. What, durft not tempt him ?

BRU. For your life you durft not.

CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love,
1 may do that I mall be forry for,

BRU. You have done that you mould be forry for.
There is no terror, CaJ/ius, in your threats ;
For I am arm'd fo ftrong in honefty,
That they pafs by me, as the idle wind,
Which I refpeft not. I did fend to you
For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me;
For I can raise no money by vile means :
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile tralh,
By any indirection. I did fend
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you deny'd me : Was that done like Caffius ?
Should I have anfwer'd Caius Cajjlut fo ?
When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,
To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunder-bolts,
Dam him to pieces !

CAS. I deny'd you not.

BRU. You did.

CAS. I did not: he was but a fool, [heart :

That brought my anfwer back, Brutus hath riv'd my
A friend mould bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRU. I do not, 'till you pra&ife them on me.

CAS. You love me not.

BRU. I do not like your faults.

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CAS. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults.

BRU. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.

CAS. Come, Antony, and, young Oflavius, come,
Revenge yourfelves alone on Cajfiui,
For Cajjlus is aweary of the world :
Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother ;
Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and con'd by rote,
To caft into my teeth. O, I could weep
My fpirit from mine eyes. There is ~j~ my dagger,
And here")" my naked breaft ; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus* mine, richer than gold :
If that thou beeft a Roman, take it forth ;
I, that deny'd thee gold, will give my heart :
Strike, as thou did'ft at Carsar ; for, I know,
When thou did'ft hate him worft, thou lov'dft him better
Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius.

BRU. Sheath your dagger :
Be angry when you will, it mall have fcope ;
Do what you will, dimonour fhall be humour.
O Cajfius, you are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire ;
Who, much enforced, fhews a hafty fpark,
And ftraight is cold again.

CAS. Hath C^zu liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him ?

BRV. When I fpoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

CAS. Do you confefs fo much ? Give me your hand.

BRU. And my heart too.

CAS. O Brutus,

76 Julius Caesar.

BRU. What's the matter ?

CAS. Have you not love enough to bear with me,
When that rafh humour, which my mother gave me,
Makes me forgetful ? [Neise within,

BKU. Yes, Caffius; and, henceforth,
"When you are over-earneft with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo.

Poet, [within] Let me go in to fee the generals ;
There is fome grudge between them, 'tis not meet
They be alone.

Luc. [at the Door.] You (hall not come to them.

Poet, [within.] Nothing but death mall Hay me.
Eater Poet.

CAS. How now r What's the matter?

Poet. For mame, you generals ; What do you mean ?
Love, and be friends, as two fuch men mould be ;
For I have feen more years, I'm fure, than ye.

CAS. Ha, ha ; how vilely does this cynick rhime I

BRU. Get you hence, firrah } faucy fellow, hence.

CAS. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fafhion.

BR u. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time :
What mould the wars do with these jingling fools ? _
Companion, hence.

CAS. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet.

Enter Lucilius, and Titinius.

BRU. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. [you

CAS. And come yourfelves, and bring Meffala with
Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius, and Titinius.

BRU. Lucius, a bowl of wine. [;/ Lucius.

CAS. I did not think, you could have been fo angry.

BRU. O Cajfius, I am fick of many griefs.

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Julius Caesar. 71

CAS. Of your philofophy you make no ufe,
If you give place to accidental evils.

BRU. No man bears forrow better Portia is dead.

CAS. Ha! Portia?

BRU. She is dead.

CA s. How 'fcap'd I killing, when I crofFd you fo ?__

infupportable and touching lofs !

Upon what ficknefs ?

BRU. Impatient of my abfence ;
And grief, that young Ofla-vius with Mark dniony
Have made themfelves fo ftrong ; for with her death
That tidings came ; With this ihe fell diftraft,
And, her attendants abfent, fwallow'd fire.

CAS. And dy'dfo?

BR u. Even fo.

CAS. O ye immortal gods !

Re - enter Lucius, *wit b Wine, and Tapers.

BRV. Speak no more of her Give me a bowl of wine :_
In this I bury all unkindnefs, Caffius. [drinks.

CAS. My heart is thirfty for that noble pledge :_
Fill, Lucius, 'till the wine o'er-fwell the cup ;

1 cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [drinks.

Re-enter TITIICIUS, 'with MESSALA.

BR u. Come in, Titinius :_ Welcome, good Mejffala. _
Now fit we clofe about this taper here,
And call in queftion our neceffities.

CAS. " Portia ! art thou gone ? "

BRU. "No more, I pray you."_
Mefa/a, I have here ~f received letters,
That young Oflavius, and Mark Antony,
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition towards Philippi.

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MES. Myfelf have letters of the felf-fame tenour.

BRU. With what addition ?

MES. That by profcription, and bills of out-lawry,
Oflavrus, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death a hundred fenators.

BKU. Therein our letters do not well agree;
Mine fpeak of feventy fenators, that dy'd
By their profcriptions, Cicero being one.

Cjts. Cicero one ?

MES. 3p, Cicero is dead,
And that by order of profcription
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?

BRU. No, MeJ/ala.

MES. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ?

BRU. Nothing, MeJJala.

MES. That, methinks, is ftrange.

BRU. Why afk you ? Hear you ought of her in yours ?

MES. No, my lord.

BRU. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

MES. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell ;
For certain fhe is dead, and by ftrange manner.

BRU. Why, farewel, Portia We muft dye, MeJ/ala:

With meditating that fhe muft dye once,
J have the patience to endure it now.

MES. Even fo great men great lofles mould endure.

Cjs. I have as much of this in art as you, [to Bru.
But yet my nature could not bear it fo.

Bu. Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching toPbilippi presently?

Cjts. I do not think it good.

BRU. Your reason?

Cjs. This it is:

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'Tis better that the enemy feek us :
So fhall he wafte his means, weary his foldiers,
Doing himfelf offence ; whilft we, lying ftill,
Are full of reft, defence, and nimblenefs.

BR u. Good reasons muft, offeree, give place to better.
The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do ftand but in a forc'd affeftion ;
For they have grudg'd us contribution :
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them (hall make a fuller number up,
Come on refrefh'd, new-added, and encourag'd ;
From which advantage (hall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

CAS. Hear me, good brother.

BRU. Under your pardon. You muft note befide,
That we have try'd the utmoft of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe ;
The enemy increafeth every day,
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in mallows, and in miseries.
On fuch a full fea are we now afloat ;
And we muft take the current when it ferves,
Or lose our ventures.

Cjs. Then, with your will, go on ;
We'll on ourfelves, and meet them at Philippi.

BRU. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature muft obey neceflity ;
Which we will niggard with a little reft.

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There is no more to fay ?

CAS. No more. Good night :
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. \Meffala : _

BRV. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Luc.] Farewel, good

Good night, Titinixs : Noble, noble CaJJius,

Good night, and good repose.

CA s . O my dear brother !
This was an ill beginning of the night :
Never come fuch division 'tween our fouls !
Let it not, Brutus.

BRU. Every thirrg is well.

CAS. Good night, my lord.

BRU. Good night, good brother.

Tif. MES. Good night, lord Brutus.

BRU. Farewel, every one. [Exeunt CAS. TIT, MES.

Re-enter Lucius, with the Gown.
Give me the gown. Where is thy inftrument ?

Luc. Here in the tent.

BRU. What, thou fpeak'ft drowsily?
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er- watch 'd.
Call Claudius, and fome other of my men ;
I'll have them fleep on cufhions in my tent.

Luc. Farro, and Claudius!

Enter VARRO, and CLAUDIUS.

FAR. Calls my lord?

BRU. I pray you, firs, lye in my tent, and fleep;
It may be, I fhall raise you by and by
On businefs to my brother Caffius. [pleasure.

FAR. So please you, we will ftand, and watch your

BRU. I will not have it fo: lye down, good firs;
It may be, I fhall otherwise bethink me.

[Servants retire, andjleep*

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Look, Lucius, here's ~f the book I fought for fo ;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.

Luc. I was fare, your lordfhip did not give it me.

BRU. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Can'ft thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,
And touch thy inftrument a ftrain or two ?

Luc. Ay, my lord, an't please you.

BRU, It does, my boy:
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

Luc. It is my duty, fir.

BRU. I mould not urge thy dnty paft thy might ;
I know, young bloods look for a time of reft.

Luc. I have flept, my lord, already.

BR u. It was well done ; and thou ihalt fleep again,
T will not hold thee long : If I do live,
I will be good to thee. [Mustek, and a Song: ttnuard
the End, Lucius falls aflefp.
This is a fleepy tune: O murd'rous flumber,
Lay'ft thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee musick? _ Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee :
If thou doft nod, thon break'ft thy inftrument,
I'll take it from thee ; and, good boy, good night.

[/ays the Inftrument by, and Jits do-tun,
Let me fee, let me fee; Is not the leaf turn'd down,
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

Enter the Gbojl of Crcsar.

How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ?
I think, it is the weaknefs of mine eyes,
That fhapes this monftrous apparition.
It comes upon me :_Art thou any thing?
Art thou fome god, fome angel, or forae devil,

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That mak'fl my blood cold, and my hair to flare ?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Gho. Thy evil fpirit, Brutus.

BRU. Why com'ft thou ?

Gbo. To tell thee, thou (halt fee me at Pbilippi.

BRU. Well ; Then I (hall fee thee again ?

Gho. Ay, at Pbilippi. {fuanijhei.

BRU. Why, I will fee thee at Pbilippi then.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanifheft :
111 fpirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius ! Varro! Claudius ! Sirs, awake!
Claudius !

Luc. The firings, my lord, are falfe.

BRU. He thinks, he flill is at his inftrument. _
Lucius, awake.

Luc. My lord. [<waking.~\ [out?

BRU. Did'fl thou dream, Lucius, that thou fo cry'dfl

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

BRU. Yes, that thou did'ft : Did'fl thou fee any thing

Luc. Nothing, my lord.

BRU. Sleep again, Lucius Sirrah, Claudius!

Fellow thou, awake.

FAR. My lord.

CLA. My lord.

BRU. Why did you fo cry out, firs, in your fleep ?

VAR. CLA. Did we, my lord ?

BRU. Ay; Saw you any thing?

FAR. No, my lord, I faw nothing.

CLA. Nor I, my lord.

BRU. Go and commend me to my brother Caffiui\
Bid him fet on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.

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VA*. Cu> It fhall be done, my lord. [Exeunt-

ACT V.

SCENE I. Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.

OCT. Now, Antony, our hopes are anfwered :
You faid, the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions ;
It proves not fo : their battles are at hand ;
They mean to warn us at Pbilippi here,
Anfwering before we do demand of them.

JUT. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and 1 know
Wherefore they do it : they could be content
To visit other places ; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face,
To faften in our thoughts that they have courage ;
But 'tis not fo.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Prepare you, generals :
The enemy comes on in gallant mew ;
Their bloody fign of battle is hung out,
And fomething to be done immediately.

ANT. Oflavius, lead your battle foftly on,
Upon the left hand of the even field.

OCT. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

ANT. Why do you crofs me in this exigent ?

OCT. I do not crofs you ; but I will do fo. [March.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASS.IUS, and their Army;
LUCILIUS, Titinius, MESS ALA, and Others, attending.

Bnu. They ftand, and would have parley.

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CAS. Stand faft, 7'itinius, we muft out and talk.

OCT. Mark Antony, lhall we give fign of battle ?

ANT. No, C&sar, we will anfwer on their charge.
Make forth, the generals would have fome words.

OCT. Stir not until the fignal. [to his Troops.

BRU. Words before blows : Is it (b, countrymen?

OCT. Not that we love words better, as you do.

BR u. Goodwordsarebetterthanbadftrokes,OtfflT;/.r.

ANT. In your bad ftrokes, Brutus, you give good words :
Witnefs the hole you made in Cesar's heart,
Crying, Long li*ve ! bail, Caesar !

CAS. Antony,

The pofture of your blows are yet unknown ;
But for your words, you rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeylefs.

ANT. Not ftinglefs too.

BRU. O, yes, and foundlefs too ;
For you have ftoln their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you fting.

ANT . Villains, you did not fo, when yourvile daggers
Hack'd one another in the fides of Casar:
You fhew'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'dlike hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kiffing Ctesar's feet;
Whilft damned Cafca, like a cur, behind,
Strook Ctesar on the neck. O flatterers !

CAS. Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourfelf;
This tongue had not offended fo to-day,
If Coffins might have rul'd. [fweat,

OCT. Come, come, the cause : If arguing make us
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, "J" I draw a fword againft confpirators ;
When think you that the fword goes up again ?

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Never, 'till C&sar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd ; or 'till another Casar
Have added flaughter to the fword of traitors.

BRU. C<#sar, thou can'ft not dye by traitors' hands,
Unlefs thou bring'ft them with thee.

Oc-r. So I hope ;
I was not born to dye on Bruius* fword.

BRU. O, if thou wert the nobleft of thy ftrain,
Young man, thou could'ft not dye more honourable.

CAS. A peevifti fchool-boy, worthlefs of fuch honour,
Join'd with a maflcer and a reveller.

ANT. Old Caffius Hill.

OCT. Come, Antony; away._
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth :
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field ;
If not, when you have ftomacks.

{Exeunt ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and Army.

CAS. Why now, blow, wind; fwell, billow; andfwim,
The ftorm is up, and all is on the hazard. [bark :

BRU. Ludlius; hark, a word with you.

Luc. My lord. [they converfe apart.

CA s . Mefia/a,

MES. What fays my general?

CAS. Meffala,

This is my birth-day ; as this very day
Was Cajfius born. Give me thy hand, MeJJala :
Be thou my witnefs, that, againft my will,
As Pompey was, am I compelFd to fet
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know, that I held Epicurus ftrong,
And his opinion : now 1 change my mind,
And partly credit things that do prefage,

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Coming from Sardis, on our former enfign

Two mighty eagles fell ; and there they perch'd,

Gorging and feeding from our foldiers' hands ;

Who to Philippi here conforted us :

This morning are they fled away, and gone ;

And, in their fteads, do ravens, crows, and kites,

Fly o'er our heads, and downward look on us,

As we were fickly prey ; their fhadows feem

A canopy moft fatal, under which

Our army lies, ready to give up the ghoft.

MES. Believe not fo.

CAS. I but believe it partly ;
For I am frefh of fpirit, and resolv'd
To meet all perils very conftantly.

BR v. Even fo, Ludlius.

CAS. Now, moft noble Brutus,
The gods to-day ftand friendly ; that we may,
Lovers, in peace, lead on our days to age !
But firtce the affairs of men reft ftill uncertain,
Let's reason with the worft that may befal.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very laft time we fhall fpeak together :
What are you then determined to do ?

BRU. Even by the rule of that philofophy,
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himfelf ; I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, fo to prevent
The term of life: arming myfelf with patience,
To ftay the providence of fome high powers,
That govern us below.

CAS. Then, if we lose this battle,

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You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the ftreets of Rome?

BRV. No, Cajfius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this fame day
Muft end that work, the ides of March begun ;
And, whether we mall meet again, I know not.
Therefore our everlafting farewel take :
For ever, and for ever, farewel, CaJ/ius f
If we do meet again, why we mall fmile ;
If not, why then this parting was well made.

Cjs. Forever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus f
If we do meet again, we'll fmile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

BRV. Why then, lead on O, that a man might know
The end of this day's businefs, ere it come !
But it fufficeth, that the day will end,
And then the end is known Come, ho; away. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. rhefame. The Field of Battle.
Alarums, as of a Battle Join d. Enter

BRUTUS, and Meflala.

BRU. Ride, ride, MeJ/ala, ride, and give these "f" bills
Unto the legions on the other fide ;
Let them fet on at once ; for I perceive
But cold demeanour in Otfavius' wing,
And fudden pufh gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Mejfala ; let them all come down. \Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Part of the FieU.
Alarums. Enter C A s s i u s , and TITINIUS.
CAS. O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly !

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Myfelf have to mine own turn'd enemy :
This enfign here of mine was turning back ;
I flew the coward, and did take it from him.

TIT. O Cajfius, Brutus gave the word too early:
Who, having fome advantage on Ot?a r vius,
Took it too eagerly ; his foldiers fell to fpoil,
Whilft we by dntcny are all enclos'd.
Enter PINDARUS.

PIN. Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord :
Fly therefore, noble CaJJim, fly far off.

Cjs. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire ?

TIT. They are, my lord.

C/*9. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me,
Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurs in him,
'Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again ; that I may reft affur'd,
Whether yon' troops are friend or enemy-

TIT. I will be here again, even with a thought.

{Exit TITINIUS.

Cjs. Go, Pindarus, get thither on that hill;
My fight was ever thick ; regard Tilinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.

[Exit PINDARUS.

This day I breathed firft : time is come round,
And, where I did begin, there mall I end ;
My life is run his compafs._ Sirrah, what news ?

PIN. [within.'] O my lord!

CAS. What news?

PIN. [fwithit:.] Titinius is enclosed round about
With horfemen, that make to him on the fpur;

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Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almoft on him :
Titinius'. Now fome light: O, he lights too:
He'sta'en; and, hark, they (hout for joy. [Shout.

CAS. Come down,
Behold no more

O, coward that I am, to live fo long,
To fee my beft friend ta'en before my face !

Re-enter P i N D A R u s .
Come hither, firrah :
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner ;
And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,
That whatfoever I did bid thee do,
Thou fhould'ft attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath ;
Now be a free-man ; and, with this good fword,
That ran through Ca-sar's bowels, fearch this bosom.
Stand not to anfwer : Here, take thou the hilts ;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide rhou the fword C&sar, thou art reveng'd,

Even with the fword that kill'd thee. [ dies.

PIN. So, I am free; yet would not fo have been,
Durft I have done my will. O Caffius !
Far from this country Pindarm (hall run,
Where never Roman mall take note of him. [Exit,

Re-enter TITINIUS, nuitb MESSALA.

MES, It is but change, <Titinius ; for OSavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As CaJJius' legions are by Antony.

Tif. These tidings will well comfort CaJJius.

MES. Where did you leave, him ?

Tir. All difconfolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

MES. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground ?

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7/r. He lies not like the living. O my heart!

MES. Is not that he?

7/r. No, this was he, Mtfala,
But Cajfiusis no more O fetting fun,
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night,
So in his red blood CaJJtui 1 day is fet ;
The fun of Rome is fet ! Our day is gone ;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

MES. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why doft thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
Tlie things that are not ? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,
But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

fir. Why, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?

MES. Seek him, Titinins; whilft I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrufting this report
Into his ears : I may fay, thrufting it ;
For piercing fteel, and darts envenom'd,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus',
As tidings of this fight.

TIT. Hye you, Meffala,
And I will feek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA.

Whydid'ft thou fend me forth, brave Coffins?
Did I not meet thy friends ? and did not they
Put on my brows this ~\ wreath of viftory, [fhouts ?
And bid me give it thee ? Did 'ft thou not hear their
Alas, thou haft mifconftru'd every thing.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

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Will do his biddirfg Brutus, come apace,

And fee how I regarded Caius Caffius

By your leave, gods : _^.This is a Roman's part ;
Come, Caffius'fwoTd, and find Fitinius' heart. [dies.
Re-enter MESSALA, with Lucilius, BRUTUS,

young C A T o , and Others.
BRU. Where, where, MeJ/ala, doth his body lye ?

MES. Lo, yonder; and Titiniut mourning it,

BRU. T'itixius* face is upward.

y. C. He is flain.

BRU. O "Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet ;
Thy fpirit walks abroad, and turns our (words
In our own proper entrails.

y. C. Brave Titinius !
Loolc, whe'r he have not crown'd dead Caffius f

BRU. Are yet two Romans living fuch as these?

Thou lafl of all the Romans, fare thee well !
It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow Friends, I owe more tears

To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.

I (hall find time, Cajjius, I mail find time. _
Come, therefore, and to ThaJ/bs fend his body ;
His funeral (hall not be in our camp,
Left it difcomfort us. .Lucilius, come;_

And come, young Cato; let us to the field

Labeo, and Flavius, fet oar battles on :

'Tis three o'clock ; and, Romans, yet ere night

We fhall try fortune in a fecond fight. [Exeunt.

S CE NE I V . Another Pan of the Field.

Alarums. Enter, fgbting, Soldiers of both Armies ;

then, BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, andOthers.

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BRU. Yet, countrymen, o, yet, hold up your heads!
j. C. What baftard doth not ?_Who will go with me?
I will proclaim my name about the field :_
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho,
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend ;
I am the fon of Marcus Cato, ho !

[charges the retiring Enemy,
BRU. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I ;
Brutus, my country's friend ; know me for Brutus !

\charges them in another Part, and Exit,
driving them in. The Party charged by
Cato rally, a nd Cato falls.

Luc. O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou dy'ft as bravely as Titinius;
And may'ft be honour'd being Cato's fon.
i, S. Yield, or thou dy'ft.
Luc. Only I yield to dye:

There is "|" fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight ;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

1. 5. Wemuft not, fir. _A noble prisoner!

2. S. Room, ho ! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

j . S. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general : _*

Enter ANTONY.
Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

JNT. Where is he ? [they Jho<w Lucilius,

Luc % Safe, Antony ; Brutus is fafe enough :
I dare affure thee, that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
The gods defend him from fo great a fhame !
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himfelf.

. This is not Brutus, friend ; but, I allure you,

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A prize no lefs in worth : keep this man fafe,

Give him all kindnefs : I had rather have

Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,

And fee whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead :

And bring us word, unto Octavius* tent,

How every thing is chanc'd. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Another Part of the Field.

Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO,
and VOLUMNIUS,

BRU . Come, poorremains of friends, reft on thisrock.

CLI. Statilius ihew'd the torch-light ; but, my lord,
He came not back, he is or ta'en, or flain.

BRU. Sit thee down, Clitus : Slaying is the word ;
It is a deed in fafhion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[ wbifycring him in the ear.

CLI. What, I, my lord ? No, not for all the world.

BRU. Peace then, no words.

CLI. I'll rather kill myfelf.

BR u. Hark thee, Dardanius. \jvahifpers him.

DAR. I do fuch a deed !

CLI. O Dardanius!

DAR.O Clitus!

CLI. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee ?

DAR. To kill him, Clitus: Look, he meditates.

CLI. Now is that noble veflel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes,

BRU. Come hither, good Volumnius j lift a word.

VOL . What fays my lord ?

BRU. Why, this, Folumnius :
The ghoft of Carsar hath appear'd to me
Two feveral times by night : at Sardis, once ;

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And, this laft night, here in Philipp? fields :
I know, my hour is come.

VOL. Not fo, my lord.

BRU. Nay, I am fure it is, Folumnius.
Thou fee'ft the world, Volumnius, how it goes ;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit : [/o--w Alarums,
It is more worthy, to leap in ourfelves,
Than tarry 'till they pufh us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'ft, that we two went to fchool together ;
Even for that our love of old, I pray thee,
Hold thou my fwcrd's hilt, whil'ft I run on it*

POL. That's not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarums JlilL

CLI. FIy : fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

BRU. Farewel to you ;_ and you ;_ and you, F-
Strato, thou haft been all this while afleep ; \_lumnius
Farewel to thee too, Strata, _ Countrymen,
My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I (hall have glory by this losing day,
More than Ofta<vius, and Mark Antony,
By this vile conqueft mail attain unto.
So, fare you well at once ; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almoft ended his life's hiftory :
Night hangs upon mine eyes ; my bones would reft,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

[Alarums. Cry 'within, Fly, fly, fly.

GJ.J. Fly, my lord, fly.

BRU. Hence, I will follow tfjee.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS.
I pr'ythee, Strata, ftay thou by thy lord :
Thou art a fellow of a good refpedl ;

Sword Hilts, 7 to thee, to Strata, Countrymen j

Julius Cxszr. 89

Thy life hath had fbme fmatch of honour in it :
Hold then my fword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strata?

STS. Giveme your hand firft: Fare you well, my lord.

BR u. Farevvel, good Strata. _ C&sar, now be ftill ;
I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will.

[runs upon his Sivord, and dies*
Alarums. Retreat.

Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army ;
LUCILIUS, and MESS ALA.

OCT. What man is that ?

MES. My matter's man. _ Strata, where is thy mafler ?

STR. Free from the bondage you are in, Meffala ;
The conquerors can but make a fire of him :
For Brutus only overcame himfelf,
And no man elfe hath honour by his death.

Luc. So^r/ajfhould be found I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou haft prov'd Lucilius' faying true.

OCT. All that ferv'dSrutus, I will entertain them.
Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me ?

STR. Ay, if Me/ala will prefer me to you.

OCT. Dt> fo, Meffala.

MES. How dy'd my mafter, Strata?

STR. I held the fword, and he did run on it.

MES. Ofla'vius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the lateft fervice to my mafter.

Atst. This was the nobleft Roman of them all :
All the confpirators, fave only he,
Did that they did in envy of great C<emr ;
He, only, in a general honeft thought,
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle ; and the elements

Do fo, good Mef-

g& Julius Csesar.

So mixt in him, that nature might Hand up,
And fay to all the world, This was a man.

OCT. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all refpecl, and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night {hall lye,

Moft like a foldier, order'd honourably

So, call the field to reft : and let's away,

To part the glories of this happy day. [Exeunt.

ANTONY

and

CLEOPATRA.

Penons represented.

Odavius Cssar, 1

Marcus Antonius, > Triumvirs.

M. Jm\}. Lepidus, j

Sextus Pompeius.

Mecasnas, Agrippa, Taurus,

Thyreus, Dolabella, [Callus,]

and Proculeius, Csesarians :

Me/fingers, three; Soldiers, Jix ; the fame.
Demetrius, Philo, Enobarbus,
Ventidius, Silius, Canidius,
Scarus, Euphronius, Eros,
rfW Dercet as, Antonians:

Attendants, five ; MeJ/engers, fix ;

Soldiers (cr Guards) nine ; the famt.
Varrius, Menas, and Menecrates, Friends
to Pompey : Servants of the fame, tvja.
A Soothfayer.

Alexas, Mardian an Eunucb,
Seleucus, Diomedes, and Clown,
Attendants upon Cleopatra.

Cleopatra, S>ueen of Egypt.

Oftavia, Wife to Antony.

Charmian, 7 Anendams on Cleopatra.

Other Attendants, Officers, Soldiers, &c.

Seine, difperf'd; in fever al Partt
of the Roman Empirt.

ANTONY and CLEOPATRA.

AC? I.

SCENE I. Alexandria.

A Room in Cleopatra'/ Palace.

Enter DEMETRIUS, and PHILO.

PHI. Nay, but this dotage of our general's
O'er-flows the measure : those his goodly eyes,
That o'er the files and mufters of the war
Have glovv'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn,
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart,
Which in the fcuffles of great fights hath burfl
The buckles on his breaft, reneges all temper ;
And is become the bellows, and the fan,
To cool a gipfy's luft. Look, where they come:
Flourijh. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, and

their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her.
Take but good note, and you mail fee in him
The triple pillar of the world tranfform'd
Into a {trumpet's fool : behold and fee.

CLE. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.

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4 Antony and Cleopatra.

Ant. There's beggary in the lovethatcanbe reckon'd.

CLE. I'll fet a bourn how far to be belov'd. [earth.

An T . Then muft thou needs find out new heaven, new
Enter an Attendant.

Att. News, my good lord, from Rome.

Awr. '& grates me : The fum.

CLE. Nay, hear them Antony :
Ful-via, perchance, is angry ; Or, who knows
If the fcarce- bearded C<esar have not fent
His powerful mandate to you, Do this, or this ;
Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that ;
Per format, or elje we damn tbee.

Atn. How, my love !

CLE. Perchance? Nay, and moft like :_
You muft not ftay here longer, your difmiffion
Is come from C/esar\ therefore hear it, Antony.
Where's Fu/-via's procefs ? C&sar's, I would fay r

Call in themeflengers. Aslam^^/'s queen, [Both?

Thou blufheft, Antony ; and that blood of thine
Is Cttjar's homager : fo thy cheek pays fhame,
When mrill-tongu'd Fufoia fcolds._The mefiengers.

ANT. Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch
Of the rang'd empire fall 1 Here ~j~ is my fpace ;
Kingdoms are clay : Our dungy earth alike
Feeds beaft as man : the noblenefs of life
Is, to do "|" thus ; when fuch a mutual pair,
And fuch a twain can do't ; in which, I bind,
On pain of punimment, the world to weet
We ftand up peerlefs.

CLE. Excellent falfhood !

Why did he marry FtJvut, and not love her ? -~
I feem the fool I am not ; Antony

* homager : clfe fo 3 ]j e f eemi e

Antony find Cleopatra, 5

Will be himfelf.

Awr. But, ftir'd by Cleopatra,
Now, for the love of love, and his foft hours,
Let's not confound the time with conference harm :
There's not a minute of our lives mould ftretch
Without fome pleasure now : What fport to-night ?

CLE. Hear the embafTadors.

ANT. Fie, wrangling queen !
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep ; whose every paffion fully ftrives
To make itfelf, in thee, fair and admir'd !
No meflenger, but thine ; And all alone,
To-night, we'll wander through the ftreets, and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Lalt night you did desire it : Speak not to us.

\_Exeunt ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, andl'rain.

DEM. Is Ctfjar with Antonius priz'd fo flight?

PHI. Sir, fometimes, when he is not Antony,
He comes too fhort of that great property
Which ftill mould go with Antony.

DEM. I am full forfy,
That he approves the common lyar, who
Thus fpeaks of him at Rome : But I will hope
Of better deeds to -morrow. Reft you happy 1 [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The fame. Another Room.

Enter ALEXAS, IRAS, CHARMIAN,

Soothfayer, and Others.

CHA. Alex as, fweet Alexas,

Moft any thing Alexas, nag, almoft

Moft abfolute Alexas, where's the foothfayer

That you praii'd fo to the queen . ?

3 and her foft

6 Antony and Cleopatra,

O, that I knew this husband, which, you fay,-
Muft charge his horns with garlands !

ALE. Soothfayer,

See. Your will ?

CHA. Is this the man ?_Is't you r fir, that know things ?

Soo. In nature's infinite book of fecrecy
A little I can read.

ALE. Shew him your hand.

Enter EKOBARBUS.

EKO. Bring in the banquet quickly; wine enough,
Cleopatra's health to drink. \tofome within.

CHA, Good fir, give me good fortune.

Soo. I make not, but forefee.

CHA. Pray then, forefee me one.

Soo. You (hall be yet far fairer than you are.

CHA. He means, in flefh.

IRA. No, you fhall paint when you are old.

CHA. Wrinkles forbid !

Ait.. Vex not his prefcience, be attentive.

CHA. Hufti I [to Iras.

Soo. You ftiall be more beloving, than belov'd.

CHA. I had rather heat my liver with drinking.

ALE. Nay, hear him.

CHA. Good now, fome excellent fortune : Let me be
marry'd to three kings in a forenoon, and widow them
all : let me have a child at fifty, to whom Herod of
Jewry may do homage : find me to marry with Qdaviut
Casar, and companion me with my miitrefs.

Soo. You (hall outlive the lady whom you ferve.

CHA. O excellent ! I love long life better than figs.

Soo. You hax'e feen and prov'd a fairer former fortune
Than that which is to approach.

4 change

Antony and Cleopatra. 7

C&A. Then, belike, my children mall have no
names : Pr'ythee, how many boys and wenches muft
I have ?

Soo. If every of your wifhes had a womb,
And fertil every wifh, a million.

CHA. Out, fool ! I forgive thee for a witch.

ALE. You think, none but your meets are privy to
your wifhes.

CHA. Nay, come, tell Irat hers.

ALE. We'll know all our fortunes.

ENO. Mine, and moft of our fortunes, to-night, mall
be drunk to bed.

IRA. There's a palm prefages chaftity, if nothing
dfe.

CHA. E'en as the o'er-flowing Nilus prefageth famine.

IRA. Go, you wild bed-fellow, you cannot foothfay.

CHA. Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful prog-
noftication, I cannot fcratch mine ear, Pr'ythee, tell
her but a worky-day fortune.

Soo. Your fortunes are alike,

IRA. But how, but how? give me particulars.

Soo. I have faid.

IRA. Am I not an inch of fortune better than me ?

CHA. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
than I, where would you choose it ?

IRA. Not in my husband's nose.

CHA. Our worfer thoughts heavens mend! Alexas
come, his fortune, hie fortune. _ O, let him marry a
woman that cannot go, fweet I/ts, I befeech thee !
And let her dye too, and give him a worfe ! and let
\\orfe follow worfe, 'till the worft of all follow him
laughing to hie grave, fifty-fold a cuckold ! Good IJis t

5 and fore -tell every

8 Antony and Cleopatra.

hear me this prayer, though thou deny me a matter of
more weight ; good I/is, I befeech thee !

2 Rut. Amen. Dear goddefs, hear that prayer of the
people! for, as it is a heart-breaking to fee ahandfomc
man loofe-wiv'd, fo it is a deadly forrovv to behold a
foul knave uncuckolded ; Therefore, dear I/is, keep
decorum, and fortune him accordingly !

CHA. Amen.

ALE. Lo, now ! if it lay in their hands to make me
a cuckold, they would make themfelves whores, but
they'd do't.

EKO. Hum ! here comes Antony.

CHA. Not he, the queen.

Enter Cleopatra, attended.

CL E . Saw you my lord ?

ENO. No, lady.

CLE. Was he not here ?

CHA. No, madam.

CLE. He was difpos'd to mirth; but on the fudden
A Roman thought hath ftrook him.Enobarbus,

EKO. Madam. [Alex as ?

CLE. Seek him, and bring him hither. _ Where's

ALE. Here, latlp, at your fervice. My lord approaches.
Enter ANTONY, with a Meflenger ;
Attendants following.

CLE. We will not look upon him ; Go with us.

[.*/ CLEOPATR A, ENOB A R BUS, ALEX AS,
IRAS, CHARMIAN, Soothfayer, and the reft.

Me/. Fulvia thy wife firft came into the field.

ANT. Againft my brother Lucius?

Mef. Ay : but foon
That war had end, and the time's ftate made friends

A ntony and Cleopatra. ^

Of them, jointing their forces againft Casar ',
Whose better iffue in the war from Jtafy,
Upon the firft encounter, drave them.

ANT. Well,
What worft ?

Me/. The nature of bad news infeds the teller.
Ax?, When it concerns the fool, or coward. On :
Things, that are pad, are done, with me : 'Tis thus ;
Who tells me true, though in his tale lye death,
I hear him as he flatter'd.

Me/. Labienus
(This is ftiff news)

Hath with his Parthian force, t^rougfc extended Afia,
From Euphrates his conquering banner Ihook,
From Syria, to Lydia, and Ionia ;
Whilft-

ANT, Antony, thou would'ft fay,

Me/. O my lord!

ANT . Speak to me home, mince not thegeneral tongue ;
Name Cleopatra as (he's call'd in Rome :
Rail thou in Fufoias phrase ; and taunt my faults
With fuch full licence, as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick winds lye (till; and our ills told us,
Is as our earing. Fare thee well a while.

Me/ At your noble pleasure. [Exit,

ANT. From Sicyoa how the news ? Speak there.

l . A. The man from Sicyon, Is there fuch a one ?

7. A. He ftays upon your will.

AKT. Let him appear

These ftrong Egyptian fetters I muft break,
Enter another Meflenger.

1 force 'gainft *s And to Ionia

j o Antony and Cleopatra.

Or lose myfelf in dotage. What are you?

Mef. Fufoia thy wife is dead.

ANT. Where dy'd fhe ?

Mef. In Sicyon :

Her length of ficknefs, with what elfe more ferious
Importeth thee to know, this ^ bears.

ANT. Forbear me. [Exit MefTenger.

There's a great fpirit gone : Thus did I desire it :
What our contempts do often hurl from us,
We wifh it ours again ; the present p