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4 Pieb. Mark'd ye his words ? He would not | You all do know this mantle : I remember take the crown;

The first time ever Cæfar put it on; Thercfore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ;

i Pleb. If it be found so, fome will dear abide it. That day he overcame the Nervi :2. Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with Look! in this place, ran Catfius' digger through: weeping.

(Antony. See, what a rent the envious Casca mzde : 3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Through this, the well-beloved Brutus ftabb’d; 4 Pleb. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. And, as he pluck'd liis curled steel away,

ent. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it; Have Itood against the world: now lies he there, As ruthing out of doors, to be resolv'd And none so poor to do him reverence.

If Brutus 10 unkindly knock'd, or no ; O matters! if I were dispos'd to stir

For Brutus, as you know, was Cxfar's angel :
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cafar lov'd him!
I should do Brutus wrong, and Callius wrong, This was the most unkindelt cut of all :
Who, you all know, are honourable men : For when the noble Cæfar tau him ftab,
I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Quite vanquilh d him : then burft his mighty heart;
Than I will wrong such honourable men.

And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
But here's a parchment, with the feal of Cæsar, Even at the base of Pompey's ftatue,
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will :

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Let but the commons hear thuis teftament, o, what a fall was there, my countrymen !
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
And they would go and his dead Cxíar's wounds, Whilft bloody treaton flourishid over us.
And dip their napkins I in bis sacred blood ; O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

The dint of pity 2: these are gracious drops. And, dying, mention it within their wills, Kind fouls, what, weep you, when you but behold Bequesthing it, as a rich legacy,,

Our Cæsar's verture wounded? Look vou here! Unto their issue.

[tony. Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. P'lib, We'll hear the vill: Read it, Mark An i l'lib. O piteous spectacle ! will. The will, the will; we will liear Cxiar's will. 2 Pleb. O noble Cajar ! Ani. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not 3 Pleb. () woeful day !

4 Pleb. O traitors, villains ! It is not meet you know how Cæfar lov'd you. i Pleb. () most bloody fight! You are not woou, you are not ftones, but men; 2. Pleb. We will bereveng'd: Revenge: About, And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, Seek,-burn,--fire,--kill--llay!-let not a traia It will infiame you, it will make you mad :

tor live. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; Ant. Stay, countrymen. For if you thould, (), what would come of it. i Pleb, Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony.

4 Pleb. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; 2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, well You shall read us the will; Cefar's will.

die with him. Ini. Will you be patient : Will you stay a while ? sint. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not itir I have o'er-ihot myself, to tell you of it!

you up I fear, I wrong the honourable men,

To such a sudden food of mutiny. Whole daggers have stabb'd Cafar: I do fear it. They, that have done this deed, are honourable ;

4 Pieb. They were traitors : Honourable men What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, Ail. The will ! the testament !

That made them do it; they are wile, and honour, 2. Pleb. They were villains, murderers: The And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. [able, will read the will!

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts'; Ane. You will compel methen to read the will?- I am no orator, as Brutus is : Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæjar, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, And let me thew you him that made the will. That love my friend ; and that they know full well Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? That gave me public leave to speak of him. All. Come down.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, 2 Piibe Descend. (He comes down from the pulpit. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, 3 Pleb. You thall have leave.

To ttir men's blood: I only speak right on ; 4 Pleb. A ring; tland round.

I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ; i Pleb. Stand from the hearte, stand from the body. Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor 2 Peb. Room for Antony ; ---mott noble Antony.

dumb mouths ! Ani. Nay, preis not so upon me; stand far oft. And bid them fpeak for me: But were 1 Brutus, All. Stand back l room! bear back!

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Ant. If you have tears, prepare to ihed them now. Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

read it;

2 j. e, the im

li. e. their handkerchiefs. Napery was the ancient term for all kinds of linen. pression of pity.

In every wound of Cæfair, that should move Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people,
The 1tones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavius. lll. We'll mutiny.

[Exeunt. i Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

S CE N E III.
3 Pleb. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ani. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me

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speak.

[tony. Enter Cinn.z the Poci, and after him, ibe Plebeians. All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble An Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Int. Why, friends, you go to do you know not. And things unluckily charge my fantasy: (Cæfar, what :

I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ? Yet fomething leads me forth.
Alas, you know not :-I must tell you then : i Pleb. What is your name?
You have forgot the will I told you of.

2. Pleb. Whither are you going ?
All. Moit true ;--the will ;-let's stay, and 3 Pieb. Where do you dwell?
hear the will.

4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's feal. 2 Pl_b. Antwer every man directly. To every Roman citizen he gives,

i Plib. Ay, and briefly.
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas 1. 4 Pleb. Ay, and witely.

2 Pleb. Moft noble Cæsar !--We'll revenge his 3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best.
3 Pleb. () royal Cæfar !

(cleath. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Int. Hear me with patience.

Where do I dwell ? Am I a married man, or a
All. Peace, ho!

bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, briefly, wisely, and truly. Witely I fay, I am a
His private arbours, and new planted orchards, bachelor.
On this side Tiber; he hath left them yoll,

2. l'leb. That's as much as to say, they are fools And to your heirs for ever ; common pleasures, that marry :--You'll hear me a bang for that, I To walk abroad, and recreate your elves.

fear. Proceed; directly. Here was a Cerar: When comes such another? Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Plb. Never, never :--Come, away, au ay :

i Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?
We'll burn his burly in the holy place,

Cin. As a friend.
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 2 Pleb. That matter is answer'd directly.
Take up the body.

4 Pleb. For your dwelling, ---briefly.
2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Pl_b. Pluck down benches.

3 Pleb. Your name, sir, truly. 4 Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

[Exeunt Plebeians, with the body. i Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Int. Now let it work: Mitchief, thou art afoot, Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Take thou what course thou wilt!

-How now,

4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him fellow

for his bad verses.
Enter a Servant.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
Serv. Sir, Oétavius is already come to Rome. 4 P1:b. It is no matter, his name's Cinnas
Art. Where is he?

pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him Seru. Ile and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. going.

Ant. And thither will I ftraight to visit him : 3 Pl_b. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, He comes upon a with. Fortune is merry, bo! firebrands. To Brutus and to Culius', burn And in this mood will give us any thing.

all. Some to Decius' house, and fome to Calca's; Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Callins fomne to Ligarius': away ; 59. Are rid like malinen through the gates of Rome.

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Lep. I do consent.
On a small Hiland near Mina 2.

Oita. Prick buni dowil, Antony.
Enter cintony, Oluvius, und Lepidus.

Lep. l'pon condition Publius 3 Thill not live,
Ant. HESE many then shall dic; their names Who is your fiter's ton, Mark Antuny. (him..
are prick's.

[Lepidus, Ant. He ihall not live; look, with a spot I dann Oilu. Your brother tvo mult die; Content you, But, Lepidus, so you to Calu's houi; 1 A drachma was a Greck coin of the value of seven-pence farthing. 2 A small land in the little river Rhumus near Bononia, according to lamer. 3 Lucius, no: Publius, was inc peiluil mcant, wino was uncle by ibo anothica's lide to Mark Antony. 41. c. concum hiin. ccc 3

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Fetch the will hither, and we thall determine But that my noble master will appear
How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.
Lep. What, shall I find you here?

Bru. He is not doubted.--A word, Lucilius; Oča. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit Lepidus. How he receiv'd you, let me be resolvid. Ant. This is a Night unmeritable mail,

Luc. With courtely, and with respect enough; Meet to be sent on errands : Is it fit,

But not with such familiar instances,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand Nor with such free and friendly conference,
One of the three to share it ?

As he hath us'd of old.
Ofta. So you thought him;

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, A hot friend cooling : Ever note, Lucilius,
In our black sentence and profcription.

When love begins to ficken and decay,
Ant. Oétavius, I have seen more days than you : It useth an enforced ceremony.
And though we lay these honours on this man, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith :
To eare ourselves of divers flanderous loads, But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
He fall but bear them as the ass bears gold, Make gallant thew and promise of their mettle ;
To groan and sweat under the business,

But when they should endure the bloody (pur, Either led or driven, as we point the way ; They fall their crefts, and, like deceitful jades, And having brought our treasure where we will, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to bs Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

quarter'd ; And graze in commons.

The greater part, the horse in general, Odia. You may do your will ;

Are come with Cailius.

[Marcb within But he's a try'd and valiant soldier.

Bru. Hark, he is arrivd:Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, March gently on to meet him. I do appoint him store of provender.

Enter Culjini, and Soldiers. It is a creature that I teach to fight,

Caf. Stand, ho! To wind, to stop, to run directly on ;

Dru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. His corporal motion govern’d by my spirit.

Webin. Stand. And, in fonie taste, is Lepidus but to;

Within. Stand. He must be taught, and train’d, and bid go forth : Witbin. Stand. A barren-spirited fellow ; one that feeds

Cas. Moft uoble brother, you have done me On objects, arts, and imitations ;

wrong.

(mies? Which, out of use, and ital'd by other men, Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine eneBegin his fashion : Do not talk of him,

And, if not so, how thould I wrong a brother? But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Caf. Brutus, this sober form of yours bides Liiten great things.Brutus and Catius And when you do them

(wrongs ; Are levying powers: we must Itraight make head : 'Bra. Cailius, be content, Therefore let our alliance be combin'd, (out; Speak your griefs foftly, I do know you well :Our best friends made, and our best means ftretulid Before the eyes of both our armies here, And let us presently go fit in council,

which should perceive nothing but love from us, How covert matters may be beft disclos'd, Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; And open perils furett answered.

Then in my tent, Culius, enlarge your griefs,
Ofia. Let us do fo: for we are at the stake, And I will give you audience.
And bay'd about with many enemies ;

Caf. Pindarus,
And some, that imile, have in teir hearts, I fear, Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Millions of mischief.

[Excunt. A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
SCENE
II.

Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference. Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Let Lucius and litinius guard our door. [Excini. Enter Brustus, Lucilius, and Soldiers : Titi

SCENE III. nius and Pindarus meeting shem. Bru. Stand, hol

The inhde of Brutus' Tent. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Enter Bristus, and Calius. Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Caffius near ? Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear Luc. He is at hand ; and Pindarus is come

in this : To do you salutation from his master.

You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella,
Bru. He greets me well.--Your master, Pindarus, For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;
In his own change, or by ill officers,

Wherein, myletter, praying on his fide,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Because I knew the man, was flighted off.
Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a cale.
I shall be satisfied.

Caj. In such a time as this, it is not meet Pin. I do not doubt,

That every nice' offence should bear his comment.

Drum.

i. e. small trifling offer.ce.

Bra

Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself Bru. If you did, I care not. [movid me. Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; Caf. When Cætar liv'd, he durst not thus have To sell and mart your offices for gold,

Bru. Peace, peace ; you durft not to have temptTo undeservers.

Caf. I durit not

[ed him. Caf. I an itching palm?

Bru. No.
You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Caj: What? durft not tempt him ?
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. For your life you durft not.

Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption, Caf. Do not presume too much upon my love,
And chastitement doth therefore hide his head. 1 may do that I thall be forry for.
Caf. Chastisement !

(member! Bru. You have cone that you should be sorry for. Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re- There is no terror, Caulius, in your threats ; Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? For I am arm’d so ftrong in honesty, What villain touch'd his body, that did Itab, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, Which I respect not. I did send to you That struck the foremost man of all this world, For certain sums of gold, which you denyd me; But for supporting robbers ; fhall we now For I can raise no money by vile means : Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And sell the mighty space of our large honours, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?-- From the hard hands of pealants their vile trah, I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon', By any indirection.' I did send Than such a Roman.

To you for gold to pay my legions, Caf. Brutus, bay not me,

Which you deny'd me : Was that done like Cadius? I'll not endure it : you forget yourself,

Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius so? To hedge me in 2 ; I am a soldier, I,

When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, Older in practice, abler than yourself

To lock such rascal counters from his fiends, To make conditions ;

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Bru. Go to; you are not, Cassius.

Dash him to pieces ! Cal. I am.

Caf. I deny'd you not. Bru. I say, you are not.

Bru. You did. Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Cal. I did not : -he was but a fool, Have mind upon your health, tcmpt me no further. That brought my answer back.--Brutus hath riv'd Bru. Away, light man !

my heart : Caf. Is't possible?

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Bru. I do not, 'till you practise thein on me. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?

Cas. You love me not. Caf. Oye gods ! ye gods ! Must I endure all this? Bru. I do not like your faults. Brit. All this : ay, more : Fret, 'till your proud Caf. A friendly eye could never see such faults. heart break;

Bru. A fatterer's wculdnot, thouglithey to appear Go, Thew your flaves how cholerick you are, As huge as high Olympus. And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge: Caf. Come, Antony, and young Oclavius, come, Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Revenge yourselves alone on Cdius, Under your teily humour ? By the gods, For Caffius is aweary of the world : You shall digeft the venom of your spleen, Hated by one he loves ; mav'd by his brother ; Though it do split you : for, from this day forth, Check'd like a bondmu; all his fauit cbierv’d, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd ly rute, . When you are waipih.

To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep Caf. Is it come to this?

My spirit from mine eyes ! - There is my dagger, Bru. You fay, you are a better soldier : And here my naked breait ; within, a heart Let it appear io; make your vaunting true, Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : And it shall please me weil : For mine own part, If that thou be 'st a Roman, take it forth; I shall be glad to learn of noble men. [Brutus : I, that deny’d thee gold, will give my heart :

Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Strike, as thou didit:: Casar ; for, I know, [hetter I said, an elder toidier, not a better :

When thou didit hite him worlt, thou lov'cit him Did I say, better?

Than ever thou lov'd Calius.

1 Warburton comments on this passage thus : “ The poets and common people, who gencraliy think and spcak alike, suppose the dog bays the moon out of envy lo iis brighincis; an alluion to this notion inakes the beauty of the pallage in question: Brutus hereby insinuates a covert acculation against his friend, iliat it was oniy envy at Caesar's glory which set Caius on conipiring againit him; and ancient initory seems to countenance such a charg”. Caffius understond him in this lenie, and with much conscious pride retorts the charge by a like inlinuation : - Brutus, bay not me." 2 i. e. to limit my authority by your direction or censure. 3 That is, to kaw pa what ternis it is fit to couter the ollices which are at my dilposal.

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Bry. Sheath your dagger :

That tidings came : With this the fell distract, Be angry when you will, it hall have scope ; And, her attendints abient, swallow'd fire 2. Do what you will, difhonour shall be humour. Curf. And dy'd 10 ? O Cailius, you are yoked with a lamb,

Bru. Even fo. That carries anger, as the flint bears fire,

Caf. () ye immortal gods !
Who, much enforced, thews a hafty 1park,

Eriler Luciui, with wine, and tapers.
And straight is cold again.
Caf. Hath Cullius liv’d

Bru. Speak no more of her..Give me a bowl

of wine : To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

In this I bury all unkindness, Carlius. When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him?

[Drink.

Cal. My heart is thirty for that noble pledge:
Bru. When I spoke tha', I was ill-tempered too.
Caf. Do you confefsio much ? Give me your hand. Fill, Lucius, tiil the wine ver-livell the cup;

I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
B;u. And my heart too.
Col. O Brutus !

Re-enter Titinius, and Medalı.
Brut. What's the matter?

Bru. Come in, Titinius : - Welcome, good Cuf. Have not you love enough to bear with me,

Mcilala.
When that rafhi humour, which my mother gave me, Now fit we close about this to per here,
Makes me forgetrul ?

And call in question our neceilities.
Bru. Yes, Callius ; and, from henceforth,

Cif. Portia! art thou gone?
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Brin. No more, I pray fon.-
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you fo. Meimla, I have here received letters,

[24 nije svitkin. That young aavius, and Mark Autony,
Porr. [within } Let me go in to see the generals ; Come down upon us with a mighty pouer,
There is tome grudge between them, 'tis not meet Bending their expedition towards Philippi.
They be alone.

Mej. Myself have letters of the self-fame tenour, Luc. [within ] You shall not come to them. Bru. With what addition ? Puel. [within] Nothing but death thali 1tay me.

Mef. That by profcription, and bills of outlas ry,
Enter Poet.

Oétavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Caf. How now? What's the matter ? (mean : Have put to cleathi a hundred senstors.

Port, For me, you generals ; What do you Biu. Therein our letters do not well agree ;
Love, and be friends, as two luch men thould be ; Mire speak of seventy fenators, that dy a
For i have seen more years, 1 am sure, than ye. By their profcriptions, Cicero being one.
Caf. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rhime !

Cif. Cicero one? Brit. Get you hence, firrah ; faucy fellow, hence.

Niil. Cicero is dead, Caf. Bear with him, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion. And by that order of profcription.-Biu. I'll know his humour, when he hnows Hd you your letters from your wife, my lord ? his time :

[fools in

Bru. No, Metlala. What should the wars do with these jigging

Míci. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her! Companion ', bence.

Bru. Nothing, Metlila.
Cal. Away, away, be gone. [Exi: l'oct.

Mej. That, methinks, is ftrange.
Enter Lucilius, and Titinius.

Bru. Why alk you? Hear you aught of her Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

in yours? Prepare to loge their companies to-night.

Mil. No, my lord. Caj. And come yourselves, and bring Mcilala Bril. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Mes. Then like a Roman hear the truth I te!! : Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius. For certain the is ded, and hy strange manner. Brü. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

Brs. Why, firewel, Portia. We must die, Caf. I did not think, you could have been fo

Meffala: angry:

With medicating that the must die once, Brx. () Caffius, I am sick of many griefs. I have the patience to endure it now. Caf. Of your philofophy you make no use,

. Even fo great men great loties should endure. If you give place to accidental evils.

Cos I have as much of this in art is you, Bru. Noman bears forrow better :--Portia is dead. But yet my nature could not bear it so. [think Car. Ha! Portia ?

Bi. Well, to our work alive.

What do you Biu. She is dead..

[19?- of marching to Philippi preiently? Caj. How cap'l I killing, when I crois’d you Cal. I do not think it good. O intupportable and touching loss !-

Bru. Your reaton ? Upon what sickness?

Cef. This it is : Bru. Imparieat of my absence ;

'Tis better, that the enemy feck us : And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony So fiall he waite his means, weary his foldiers, Have inade themselves to strong ;-—for with her Doing himself viience; whilst we, lying still, death

Are full of rcft, defence, and nimbleness.

with you

ii. e, fellow. 2. This circumstance is taken from Plutarch, and is also mentioned by Val. Maximus. Miny, however, reports her to have died at Rome of a lingering illness, while Brutus was abroad.

Bru.

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