to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leave us Publius lest that the people Rushing on us should do your Age some mischief Brut. Do so and let no man abide this deed But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wives and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomsday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing days out that men stand upon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is death a benefit So are we Caesars Friends that have abrig'd His time of fearing death Stoop Romans stoop And let us bath our hands in Caesars blood Up to the Elbows and besmear our Swords Then walk we forth even to the Market place And waving our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedom and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted over In State unborn and Accents yet unknown Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeys Basis lye along No worthyer then the dust Cass So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of us be call'd The Men that gave their Country Liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cass I every man away Brutus shall lead and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Servant Bru. Soft who comes here A friend of Antonys Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneel Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royal and Loving Say I love Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lov'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolv'd How Caesar hath deserv'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead So well as Brutus living but will follow The Fortunes and Affairs of Noble Brutus Through the hazards of this untrod State With all true Faith So says my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Roman I never thought him worse Tell him so please him come unto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honour Depart untouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Servant Bru. I know that we shall have him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet have I a mind That fears him much and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But here comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so low Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphs Spoils Shrunk to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is rank If I my self there is no hour so fit As Caesars deaths hour nor no Instrument Of half that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you bear me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reek and smoak Fulfill your pleasure Live a Thousand years I shall not find my self so apt to dye No place will please me so no mean of death As here by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Beg not your death of us Though now we must appear bloody and cruel As by our hands and this our present Act You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the general wrong of Rome As fire drives out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords have leaden points Mark Antony Our Arms in strength of malice and our hearts Of Brothers temper do receive you in With all kind love good thoughts and reverence Cass Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the disposing of new Dignities Bru. Only be patient till we have appeas'd The Multitude beside themselves with fear And then we will deliver you the cause Why I that did love Caesar when I strook him Have thus proceeded Ant. I doubt not of your Wisdom Let each man render me his bloody hand First Marcus Brutus will I shake with you Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand Now Decius Brutus yours now yours Metellus Yours Cinna and my valiant Caska yours Though last not least in love yours good Trebonius Gentlemen all Alas what shall I say My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad ways you must conceit me Either a Coward or a Flatterer That I did love thee Caesar O 't is true If then thy Spirit look upon us now Shall it not grieve thee dearer then thy death To see thy Antony making his peace Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes Most Noble in the presence of thy Coarse Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds Weeping as fast as they streamforth thy blood It would become me better then to close In terms of Friendship with thine enemies Pardon me Julius here wast thou bay'd brave Hart Here did'st thou fall and here thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoil and Crimson'd in thy Lethee O World thou wast the Forrest to this Hart And this indeed O World the Hart of thee How like a Deer stroken by many Princes Dost thou here lye Cass Mark Antony Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius The Enemies of Caesar shall say this Then in a Friend it is cold Modesty Cass I blame you not for praising Caesar so But what compact mean you to have with us Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends Or shall we on and not depend on you Ant. Therefore I took your hands but was indeed Sway'd from the point by looking down on Caesar Friends am I with you all and love you all Upon this hope that you shall give me Reasons Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous Bru. Or else were this a savage Spectacle Our Reasons are so full of good regard That were you Antony the Son of Caesar You should be satisfied Ant. That 's all I seek And am moreover sutor that I may Produce his body to the Market place And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend Speak in the Order of his Funerall Bru. You shall Mark Antony Cassi Brutus a word with you You know not what you do Do not consent That Antony speak in his Funerall Know you how much the people may be mov'd By that which he will utter Bru. By your pardon I will my self into the Pulpit first And shew the reason of our Caesars death What Antony shall speak I will protest He speaks by leave and by permission And that we are contented Caesar
things Cassius 'T is just And it is very much lamented Brutus That you have no such Mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow I have heard Where many of the best respect in Rome Except immortal Caesar speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this Ages yoak Have wish'd that Noble Brutus had his eyes Bru. Into what dangers would you Lead me Cassius That you would have me seek into my self For that which is not in me Cas Therefore good Brutus be prepar'd to hear And since you know you cannot see your self So well as by Reflection I your Glass Will modestly discover to your self That of your self which you yet know not of And be not jealous on me gentle Brutus Were I a common Laughter or did use To stale with ordinary Oaths my love To every new Protester if you know That I do fawn on men and hugg them hard And after scandal them Or if you know That I profess my self in Banquetting To all the Rout then hold me dangerous Flourish and Shout Bru. What means this Shouting I do fear the People choose Caesar For their King Cassi I do you fear it Then must I think you would not have it so Bru. I would not Cassius yet I love him well But wherefore do you hold me here so 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' th' other And I will look on both indifferently For let the Gods so speed me as I love The name of Honour more then I fear death Cassi I know that vertue to be in you Brutus As well as I do know your outward favour Well Honour is the subject of my Story I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life But for my single self I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I my self I was born free as Caesar so were you We both have fed as well and we can both Endure the Winters cold as well as he For once upon a Raw and Gusty day The troubled Tyber chasing with her Shores Caesar said to me dar'st thou Cassius now Leap in with me into this angry Flood And swim to yonder Point Upon the word Accoutred as I was I plunged in And bad him follow so indeed he did The Torrent roar'd and we did buffet it With lusty Sinews throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of Controversie But ere we could arrive the Point propos'd Caesar cry'd Help me Cassius or I sink I as Aeneas our great Ancestor Did from the Flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tyred Caesar And this Man Is now become a God and Cassius is A wretched Creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelesly but nod on him He had a Feaver when he was in Spain And when the Fit was on him I did mark How he did shake 'T is true this God did shake His Coward lips did from their colour flye And that same Eye whose bend doth awe the World Did lose his Lustre I did hear him grone I and that Tongue of his that bad the Romans Mark him and write his Speeches in their Books Alas it cryed Give me some drink Titinius As a sick Girl Ye Gods it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the Majestick World And bear the Palm alone Shout Flowrish Bru. Another general shout I do believe that these applauses are For some new Honours that are heap'd on Caesar Cassi Why man he doth bestride the narrow World Like a Colossus and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find our selves dishonourable Graves Men at some time are Masters of their Fates The fault dear Brutus is not in our Stars But in our selves that we are underlings Brutus and Caesar What should be in that Caesar Why should that name be sounded more then 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 'em Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Caesar Now in the names of all the Gods at once Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great Age thou art sham'd Rome thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods When went there by an Age since the great Flood But it was fam'd with more then with one man When could they say till now that talk'd of Rome That her wide Walks incompast but one man Now is it Rome indeed and Rome enough When there is in it but one only man O! you and I have heard our Fathers say There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd Th' eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome As easily as a King Bru. That you do love me I am nothing jealous What you would work me too I have some aim How I have thought of this and of these times I shall recount hereafter For this present I would not so with love I might intreat you Be any further mov'd What you have said I will consider what you have to say I will with patience hear and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things Till then my Noble Friend chew upon this Brutus had rather be a Villager Then to repute himself a Son of Rome Under these hard Conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us Cassi I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus Enter Caesar and his Train Bru. The Games are done And Caesar is returning Cassi As they pass by Pluck Caska by the Sleeve And he will after his sour fashion tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day Bru. I will do so But look you Cassius The angry spot doth glow on Caesars brow And all the rest look like a chidden Train Calphurnia's Cheek is pale and Cicero Looks with such Ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in the Capitol Being crost in Conference by some Senators Cassi Caska will tell us what the matter is Caes Antonio Ant. Caesar Caes Let me have men about me that are fat Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a nights Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look He thinks too much such men are dangerous Ant. Fear him not Caesar he 's not dangerous He is a Noble Roman and well given Caes Would he were fatter But I fear him not Yet if my name were lyable to fear I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius He reads much He is a great Observer and he looks Quite through the Deeds of men He loves no Plays As thou dost Antony he hears no Musick Seldom he smiles and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
shall Have all true Rites and lawful Ceremonies It shall advantage more then do us wrong Cassi I know not what may fall I like it not Bru. Mark Antony here take you Caesars body You shall not in your Funerall speech blame us But speak all good you can devise of Caesar And say you do 't by our permission Else shall you not have any hand at all About his Funerall And you shall speak In the same Pulpit whereto I am going After my speech is ended Ant. Be it so I do desire no more Bru. Prepare the body then and follow us Exeunt Manet Antony O pardon me thou bleeding piece of Earth That I am meek and gentle with these Butchers Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man That ever lived in the Tide of Times Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood Over thy wounds now do I Prophesie Which like dumb mouths do ope their Ruby lips To beg the voyce and utterance of my Tongue A Curse shall light upon the limbs of men Domestick Fury and fierce Civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadfull Objects so familiar That Mothers shall but smile when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of War All pitty choak'd with custom of fell deeds And Caesars Spirit ranging for Revenge With Ate by his side come hot from Hell Shall in these Confines with a Monarks voyce Cry havock and let slip the Dogs of War That this foul deed shall smell above the Earth With Carrion men groaning for Buriall Enter Octavio's Servant You serve Octavius Caesar do you not Ser. I do Mark Antony Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome Ser. He did receive his Letters and is coming And bid me say to you by word of mouth O Caesar Ant. Thy heart is big get thee a-part and weep Passion I see is catching from mine eyes Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine Began to water Is thy Master coming Ser. He lies to night within seven Leagues of Rome Ant. Post back with speed And tell him what hath chanc'd Here is a mourning Rome a dangerous Rome No Rome of safety for Octavius yet Hye hence and tell him so Yet stay a while Thou shalt not back till I have born this coarse Into the Market place There shall I try In my Oration how the People take The cruell issue of these bloody men According to the which` thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the state of things Lend me your hand Exeunt Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit and Cassius with the Plebeians Ple. We will be satisfied let us be satisfied Bru. Then follow me and give me Audience friends Cassius go you into the other street And part the Numbers Those that will hear me speak let 'em stay here Those that will follow Cassius go with him And publick Reasons shall be rendred Of Caesars death 1. Ple. I will hear Brutus speak 2. I will hear Cassius and compare their Reasons When severally we hear them rendred 3. The Noble Brutus is ascended Silence Bru. Be patient till the last Romans Countrey-men and Lovers hear me for my cause and be silent that you may hear Believe me for mine Honour and have respect to mine Honour that you may believe Censure me in your Wisdom and awake your Senses that you may the better Judge If there be any in this Assembly any dear Friend of Caesars to him I say that Brutus love to Caesar was no less then his If then that Friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar this is my answer Not that I lov'd Caesar less but that I lov'd Rome more Had you rather Caesar were living and dye all Slaves then that Caesar were dead to live all Free-men As Caesar lov'd me I weep for him as he was Fortunate I rejoyce at it as he was Valiant I honour him But as he was Ambitious I slew him There is Tears for his love Joy for his Fortune Honour for his Valour And Death for his Ambition Who is here so base that would be a Bondman If any speak for him have I offended Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman If any speak for him have I offended Who is here so vile that will not love his Country If any speak for him have I offended I pause for a Reply All. None Brutus none Brutus Then none have I offended I have done no more to Caesar then you shall do to Brutus The Question of his death is inroll'd in the Capitoll his Glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy nor his offences enforc'd for which he suffered death Enter Mark Antony with Caesars body Here comes his Body mourn'd by Mark Antony who though he had no hand in his death shall receive the benefit of his dying a place in the Common-wealth as which of you shall not With this I depart that as I slew my best Lover for the good of Rome I have the same Dagger for my self when it shall please my Country to need my death All. Live Brutus live live 1. Bring him with Triumph home unto his house 2. Give him a Statue with his Ancestors 3. Let him be Caesar 4. Caesars better parts Shall be Crown'd in Brutus 1. We 'll bring him to his House With Showts and Clamors Bru. My Country-men 2. Peace Silence Brutus speaks 1. Peace ho. Bru. Good Countrymen let me depart alone And for my sake stay here with Antony Do grace to Caesars Corps and grace his Speech Tending to Caesars Glories which Mark Antony By our permission is allow'd to make I do intreat you not a man depart Save I alone till Antony have spoke Exit 1. Stay ho and let us hear Mark Antony 3. Let him go up into the publick Chair We 'll hear him Noble Antony go up Ant. For Brutus sake I am beholding to you 4. What does he say of Brutus 3. He says for Brutus sake He finds himself beholding to us all 4. 'T were best he speak no harm of Brutus here 1 This Caesar was a Tyrant 3. Nay that 's certain We are blest that Rome is rid of him 2. Peace let us hear what Antony can say Ant. You gentle Romans All. Peace ho let us hear him Ant. Friends Romans Countrymen lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar not to praise him The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft enterred with their bones So let it be with Caesar The Noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was Ambitious If it were so it was a grievous Fault And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it Here under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an Honourable man So are they all all Honourable men Come I to speak in Caesars Funerall He was my Friend faithful and just to me But Brutus says he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man He hath brought many Captives home to Rome Whose Ransoms did the