JULIUS CAESAR. II. BRUTUS with the Conspirators. "DECIUS. Shall no man else be touched but only Cæsar? CASS. Decius, well urg'd: I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Should outlive Cæsar. BRU. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar. And, gentle friends, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, And for Mark Antony, think not of him, "POR. III. BRUTUS and PORTIA. ACT II. S. 1. No, my Brutus ! You have some sick offence within your mind, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, BRU. Kneel not, gentle Portia. POR. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus." IV. The Conspirators coming to fetch CÆSAR to the Capitol.-CALPHURNIA endeavouring to prevent his going. "CÆSAR. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia? I am ashamed I did yield to them.— Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; ACT II. S. 2. V. The death of CÆSAR.-The Conspirators join in requesting the repeal of PUBLIUS CIMBER's banish ment. "CINNA. O Cæsar! CÆSAR. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? DEC. Great Cæsar! CÆSAR. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? CASCA. Speak, hands, for me." (Stabs CÆSAR in the neck. The other Conspirators then stab him, and at last BRUTUS. The senators and people retire in confusion.) ACT III. S. 1. VI. ANTONY's speech over the dead body of CÆSAR. "ANT. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold 2d CIT. 3d CIT. O woful day! 4th CIT. O noble Cæsar! O traitors! villains! 1st CIT. O most bloody sight! 2d Cir. We will be revenged! Revenge! about,— seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !—let not a traitor live!" ACT III. S. 2. VII. After the reconciliation between BRUTUS and "BRU. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. CASS. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. BRU. No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is dead. CASS. Ha! Portia? CASS. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?" ACT IV. S. 3. VIII. BRUTUS reading.-Ghost of CÆSAR enters. "BRU. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, GHOST. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. BRU. Why comest thou? GHOST. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. BRU. Well; Then I shall see thee again? GHOST. Ay, at Philippi." (Vanishes.) ACT IV. S. 3. IX. Battle of Philippi. "BRU. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords I pr'ythee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; ACT V. S. 3. Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Farewell, good Strato!-Cæsar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. Acт V. S. 5. The dead bodies of CASSIUS and TITINIUS are lying in the middle ground. Brave Titinius! Look whe'r he have not crown'd dead Cassius !" ACT V. S. 3. |