Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
disposing of new Dignities Bru. Onely be patient till we haue appeas'd The Multitude beside themselues with feare And then we will deliuer you the cause Why I that did loue Caesar when I strooke him Haue thus proceeded Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome Let each man render me his bloody hand Fâ—rst 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 loue yours good Trebonius Gentlemen all Alas what shall I say My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me Either a Coward or a Flatterer That I did loue thee Caesar O 't is true If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death To see thy Antony making his peace Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes Most Noble in the presence of thy Coarse Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood It would become me better then to close In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies Pardon me Iulius heere was 't thou bay'd braue Hart Heere did'st thou fall and heere thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoyle and Crimson'd in thy Lethee O World thou wast the Forrest to this Hart And this indeed O World the Hart of thee How like a Deere stroken by many Princes Dost thou heere lye Cassi Mark Antony Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius The Enemies of Caesar shall say this Then in a Friend it is cold Modestie Cassi I blame you not for praising Caesar so But what compact meane you to haue with vs Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends Or shall we on and not depend on you Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands but was indeed Sway'd from the point by looking downe on Caesar Friends am I with you all and loue you all Vpon this hope that you shall giue me Reasons Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous Bru. Or else were this a sauage Spectacle Our Reasons are so full of good regard That were you Antony the Sonne of Caesar You should be satisfied Ant. That 's all I seeke And am moreouer sutor that I may Produce his body to the Market-place And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend Speake in the Order of his Funerall Bru. You shall Marke Antony Cassi Brutus a word with you You know not what you do Do not consent That Antony speake in his Funerall Know you how much the people may be mou'd By that which he will vtter Bru. By your pardon I will my selfe into the Pulpit first And shew the reason of our Caesars death What Antony shall speake I will protest He speakes by leaue and by permission And that we are contented Caesar shall Haue all true Rites and lawfull Ceremonies It shall aduantage more then do vs wrong Cassi I know not what may fall I like it not Bru. Mark Antony heere take you Caesars body You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs But speake all good you can deuise of Caesar And say you doo 't by our permission Else shall you not haue any hand at all About his Funerall And you shall speake In the same Pulpit whereto I am going After my speech is ended Ant. Be it so I do desire no more Bru. Prepare the body then and follow vs. Exeunt Manet Antony O pardon me thou bleeding peece of Earth That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man That euer liued in the Tide of Times Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood Ouer thy wounds now do I Prophesie Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men Domesticke Fury and fierce Ciuill strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy Blood and destruction shall be so in vse And dreadfull Obiects so familiar That Mothers shall but smile when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds And Caesars Spirit ranging for Reuenge With Ate by his side come hot from Hell Shall in these Confines with a Monarkes voyce Cry hauocke and let slip the Dogges of Warre That this foule deede shall smell aboue the earth With Carrion men groaning for Buriall Enter Octauio's Seruant You serue Octauius Caesar do you not Ser. I do Marke Antony Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome Ser. He did receiue his Letters and is comming And bid me say to you by word of mouth O Caesar Ant. Thy heart is bigge get thee a-part and weepe Passion I see is catching from mine eyes Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine Began to water Is thy Master comming Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome Ant. Post backe with speede And tell him what hath chanc'd Heere is a mourning Rome a dangerous Rome No Rome of safety for Octauius yet Hie hence and tell him so Yet stay a-while Thou shalt not backe till I haue borne this course Into the Market place There shall I try In my Oration how the People take The cruell issue of these bloody men According to the which thou shalt discourse To yong Octauius of the state of things Lend me your hand Exeunt Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit and Cassius with the Plebeians Ple. We will be satisfied let vs be satisfied Bru. Then follow me and giue me Audience friends Cassius go you into the other streete And part the Numbers Those that will heare me speake let 'em stay heere Those that will follow Cassius go with him And publike Reasons shall be rendred Of Caesars death 1. Ple. I will heare Brutus speake 2. I will heare Cassius and compare their Reasons When seuerally we heare them rendred 3. The Noble Brutus is ascended Silence Bru. Be patient till the last Romans Countrey-men and Louers heare mee for my cause and be silent that you may heare Beleeue me for mine Honor and haue respect to mine Honor that you may beleeue Censure me in your Wisedom and awake your Senses that you may the better Iudge If there bee any in this Assembly any deere Friend of Caesars to him I say that Brutus loue to Caesar was no lesse then his If then that Friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar this is my answer Not that I lou'd Caesar lesse but that I lou'd Rome more Had you rather Caesar were liuing and dye all Slaues then that Caesar were dead to liue all Free-men As Caesar lou'd mee I weepe for him as he was Fortunate I reioyce at it as he was Valiant I honour him But as he was Ambitious I slew him There is Teares for his Loue Ioy for his Fortune Honor for his Valour and Death for his Ambition Who is heere so base that would be a Bondman If any speak
for him haue I offended Who is heere so rude that would not be a Roman If any speak for him haue I offended Who is heere so vile that will not loue his Countrey If any speake for him haue I offended I pause for a Reply All. None Brutus none Brutus Then none haue I offended I haue 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 Heere comes his Body mourn'd by Marke Antony who though he had no hand in his death shall receiue the benefit of his dying a place in the CoÌ„monwealth as which of you shall not With this I depart that as I slewe my best Louer for the good of Rome I haue the same Dagger for my selfe when it shall please my Country to need my death All. Liue Brutus liue liue 1. Bring him with Triumph home vnto his house 2. Giue him a Statue with his Ancestors 3. Let him be Caesar 4. Caesars better parts Shall be Crown'd in Brutus 1. Wee 'l bring him to his House With Showts and Clamors Bru. My Country-men 2. Peace silence Brutus speakes 1. Peace ho. Bru. Good Countrymen let me depart alone And for my sake stay heere with Antony Do grace to Caesars Corpes and grace his Speech Tending to Caesars Glories which Marke Antony By our permission is allow'd to make I do intreat you not a man depart Saue I alone till Antony haue spoke Exit 1 Stay ho and let vs heare Mark Antony 3 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire Wee 'l heare him Noble Antony go vp Ant. For Brutus sake I am beholding to you 4 What does he say of Brutus 3 He sayes for Brutus sake He findes himselfe beholding to vs all 4 'T were best he speake no harme of Brutus heere 1 This Caesar was a Tyrant 3 Nay that 's certaine We are blest that Rome is rid of him 2 Peace let vs heare what Antony can say Ant. You gentle Romans All. Peace hoe let vs heare him An. Friends Romans Countrymen lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar not to praise him The euill that men do liues 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 greeuous Fault And greeuously hath Caesar answer'd it Heere vnder leaue of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an Honourable man So are they all all Honourable mâ—n Come I to speake in Caesars Funerall He was my Friend faithfull and iust to me But Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man He hath brought many Captiues home to Rome Whose Ransomes did the generall Coffers fill Did this in Caesar seeme Ambitious When that the poore haue cry'de Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuffe Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man You all did see that on the Lupercall I thrice presented him a Kingly Crowne Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And sure he is an Honourable man I speake not to disprooue what Brutus spoke But heere I am to speake what I do know You all did loue him once not without cause What cause with-holds you then to mourne for him O Iudgement thou are fled to brutish Beasts And Men haue lost their Reason Beare with me My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar And I must pawse till it come backe to me 1 Me thinkes there is much reason in his sayings 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter Caesar ha's had great wrong 3 Ha's hee Masters I feare there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words he would not take y e Crown Therefore 't is certaine he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found so some will deere abide it 2. Poore soule his eyes are red as fire with weeping 3. There 's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony 4. Now marke him he begins againe to speake Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Haue stood against the World Now lies he there And none so poore to do him reuerence O Maisters If I were dispos'd to stirre Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong Who you all know are Honourable men I will not do them wrong I rather choose To wrong the dead to wrong my selfe and you Then I will wrong such Honourable men But heere 's a Parchment with the Seale of Caesar I found it in his Closset 't is his Will Let but the Commons heare this Testament Which pardon me I do not meane to reade And they would go and kisse dead Caesars wounds And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood Yea begge a haire of him for Memory And dying mention it within their Willes Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie Vnto their issue 4 Wee 'l heare the Will reade it Marke Antony All. The Will the Will we will heare Caesars Will Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends I must not read it It is not meete you know how Caesar lou'd you You are not Wood you are not Stones but men And being men hearing the Will of Caesar It will inflame you it will make you mad 'T is good you know not that you are his Heires For if you should O what would come of it 4 Read the Will wee 'l heare it Antony You shall reade vs the Will Caesars Will Ant. Will you be Patient Will you stay a-while I haue o're-shot my selfe to tell you of it I feare I wrong the Honourable men Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Caesar I do feare it 4 They were Traitors Honourable men All. The Will the Testament 2 They were Villaines Murderers the Will read the Will Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Caesar And let me shew you him that made the Will Shall I descend And will you giue me leaue All. Come downe 2 Descend 3 You shall haue leaue 4 A Ring stand round 1 Stand from the Hearse stand from the Body 2 Roome for Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me stand farre off All. Stand backe roome beare backe Ant. If you haue teares prepare to shed them now You all do know this Mantle I remember The first time euer Caesar put it on 'T was on a Summers Euening in his Tent That day he ouercame the Neruij Looke in this place ran Cassius Dagger through See what a rent the enuious Caska made Through this the wel-beloued Brutus stabb'd And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away Marke how the blood of Caesar followed it As rushing out of doores to be resolu'd If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd or no For Brutus as you know was Caesars Angel Iudge O
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ— Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is vpward Cato He is slaine Bru. O Iulius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walkes abroad and turnes our Swords In our owne proper Entrailes Low Alarums Cato Braue Titinius Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that euer Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I owe mo teares To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall finde time Cassius I shall finde time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Campe Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come And come yong Cato let vs to the Field Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on 'T is three a clocke and Romans yet ere night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flauius Bru. Yet Country-men O yet hold vp your heads Cato What Bastard doth not Who will go with me I will proclaime my name about the Field I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe A Foe to Tyrants and my Countries Friend I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe Enter Souldiers and fight And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countries Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O yong and Noble Cato art thou downe Why now thou dyest as brauely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Sonne Sold. Yeeld or thou dyest Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight Kill Brutus and be honour'd in his death Sold. We must not a Noble Prisoner Enter Antony 2. Sold. Roome hoe tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I le tell thee newes Heere comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane my Lord. Ant. Where is hee Luc. Safe Antony Brutus is safe enough I dare assure thee that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus The Gods defend him from so great a shame When you do finde him or aliue or dead He will be found like Brutus like himselfe Ant. This is not Brutus friend but I assure you A prize no lesse in worth keepe this man safe Giue him all kindnesse I had rather haue Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be aliue or dead And bring vs word vnto Octauius Tent How euery thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Brut. Come poore remaines of friends rest on this Rocke Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not backe he is or tane or slaine Brut. Sit thee downe Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hearke thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I le rather kill my selfe Brut. Hearke thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I doe such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus looke he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes Brut. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum. What sayes my Lord Brut. Why this Volumnius The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two seuerall times by Night at Sardis once And this last Night here in Philippi fields I know my houre is come Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou seest the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leape in our selues Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius Thou know'st that we two went to Schoole together Euen for that our loue of old I prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I runne on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cly. Fly flye my Lord there is no tarrying heere Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast bin all this while asleepe Farewell to thee to Strato Countrymen My heart doth ioy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me I shall haue glory by this loosing day More then Octauius and Marke Antony By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his liues History Night hangs vpon mine eyes my Bones would rest That haue but labour'd to attaine this houre Alarum Cry within Flye flye flye Cly. Fly my Lord flye Bru. Hence I will follow I prythee Strato stay thou by thy Lord Thou art a Fellow of a good respect Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it Hold then my Sword and turne away thy face While I do run vpon it Wilt thou Strato Stra. Giue me your hand first Fare you wel my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octauius Messala Lucillius and the Army Octa. What man is that Messa My Masters man Strato where is thy Master Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala The Conquerors can but make a fire of him For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe And no man else hath Honor by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that seru'd Brutus I will entertaine them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will preferre me to you Octa. Do so good Messala Messa How dyed my Master Strato Stra. I held the Sword and he did run on it Messa Octauius then take him to follow thee That did the latest seruice to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators saue onely hee Did that they did in enuy of great Caesar He onely in a generall honest thought And common good to all made one of them His life was gentle and the Elements So mixt in him that Nature might stand vp And say to all the world This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let vs vse him Withall Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably So call the Field to rest and let 's away To part the glories of this happy day Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH Actus Primus Scoena Prima Thunder and Lightning Enter three Witches 1. WHen shall we three meet againe In Thunder Lightning or in Raine 2. When the Hurley-burley's done When the Battaile 's lost and wonne 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne 1. Where the place 2. Vpon the Heath 3. There to meet with Macbeth 1. I come Gray-Malkin All. Padock calls anon faire is foule and foule is faire Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre Exeunt Scena Secunda Alarum within Enter King Malcome Donalbaine Lenox
vnder Globe That by thy comfortable Beames I may Peruse this Letter Nothing almost sees miracles But miserie I know 't is from Cordelia Who hath most fortunately beene inform'd Of my obscured course And shall finde time From this enormous State seeking to giue Losses their remedies All weary and o're-watch'd Take vantage heauie eyes not to behold This shamefull lodging Fortune goodnight Smile once more turne thy wheele Enter Edgar Edg. I heard my selfe proclaim'd And by the happy hollow of a Tree Escap'd the hunt No Port is free no place That guard and most vnusall vigilance Do's not attend my taking Whiles I may scape I will preserue myselfe and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape That euer penury in contempt of man Brought neere to beast my face I le grime with filth Blanket my loines else all my haires in knots And with presented nakednesse out-face The Windes and persecutions of the skie The Country giues me proofe and president Of Bedlam beggers who with roaring voices Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes Pins Wodden-prickes Nayles Sprigs of Rosemarie And with this horrible obiect from low Farmes Poore pelting Villages Sheeps-Coates and Milles Sometimes with Lunaticke bans sometime with Praiers Inforce their charitie poore Turlygod poore Tom That 's something yet Edgar I nothing am Exit Enter Lear Foole and Gentleman Lea. 'T is strange that they should so depart from home And not send backe my Messengers Gent. As I learn'd The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remoue Kent Haile to thee Noble Master Lear. Ha Mak'st thou this shame ahy pastime Kent No my Lord. Foole. Hah ha he weares Cruell Garters Horses are tide by the heads Dogges and Beares by ' th' necke Monkies by ' th' loynes and Men by ' th' legs when a man ouerlustie at legs then he weares wodden nether-stocks Lear. What 's he That hath so much thy place mistooke To set thee heere Kent It is both he and she Your Son and Daughter Lear. No. Kent Yes Lear. No I say Kent I say yea Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no. Kent By Iuno I sweare I. Lear. They durst not do 't They could not would not do 't 't is worse then murther To do vpon respect such violent outrage Resolue me with all modest haste which way Thou might'st deserue or they impose this vsage Comming from vs. Kent My Lord when at their home I did commend your Highnesse Letters to them Ere I was risen from the place that shewed My dutie kneeling came there a reeking Poste Stew'd in his haste halfe breathlesse painting forth From Gonerill his Mistris salutations Deliuer'd Letters spight of intermission Which presently they read on those contents They summon'd vp their meiney straight tooke Horse Commanded me to follow and attend The leisure of their answer gaue me cold lookes And meeting heere the other Messenger Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poison'd mine Being the very fellow which of late Displaid so sawcily against your Highnesse Hauing more man then wit about me drew He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries Your Sonne and Daughter found this trespasse worth The shame which heere it suffers Foole. Winters not gon yet if the wil'd Geese fly that way Fathers that weare rags do make their Children blind But Fathers that beare bags shall see their children kind Fortune that arrant whore nere turns the key to th' poore But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy Daughters as thou canst tell in a yeare Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart Historica passio downe thou climing sorrow Thy Elements below where is this Daughter Kent Wirh the Earle Sir here within Lear. Follow me not stay here Exit Gen. Made you no more offence But what you speake of Kent None How chance the the King comes with so small a number Foole. And thou hadst beene set i' th' Stockes for that question thou d'st well deseru'd it Kent Why Foole Foole. Wee 'l set thee to schoole to an Ant to teach thee ther 's no labouring i' th' winter All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blinde men and there 's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that 's stinking let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a hill least it breake thy necke with following But the great one that goes vpward let him draw thee after when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine againe I would hause none but knaues follow it since a Foole giues it That Sir which serues and seekes for gaine And followes but for forme Will packe when it begins to raine And leaue thee in the storme But I will tarry the Foole will stay And let the wiseman flie The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away The Foole no knaue perdie Enter Lear and Gloster Kent Where learn'd you this Foole Foole. Not i' th' Stocks Foole. Lear. Deny to speake with me They are sicke they are weary They haue trauail'd all the night meere fetches The images of reuolt and flying off Fetch me a better answer Glo. My deere Lord You know the fiery quality of the Duke How vnremoueable and fixt he is In his owne course Lear. Vengeance Plague Death Confusion Fiery What quality Why Gloster Gloster I 'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall and his wife Glo. Well my good Lord I haue inform'd them so Lear. Inform'd them Do'st thou vnderstand me man Glo. I my good Lord. Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall The deere Father Would with his Daughter speake commands tends seruice Are they inform'd of this My breath and blood Fiery The fiery Duke tell the hot Duke that No but not yet may be he is not well Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound we are not our selues When Nature being opprest commands the mind To suffer with the body I le forbeare And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man Death on my state wherefore Should he sit heere This act perswades me That this emotion of the Duke and her Is practise only Giue me my Seruant forth Goe tell the Duke and 's wife I l'd speake with them Now presently bid them come forth and heare me Or at their Chamber doore I le beate the Drum Till it crie sleepe to death Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you Exit Lear. Oh me my heart My rising heart But downe Foole. Cry to it Nunckle as the Cockney did to the Ecles when she put 'em i' th' Paste aliue she knapt 'em o' th' coxcombs with a sticke and cryed downe wantons downe 't was her Brother that in pure kindnesse to his Horse buttered his Hay Enter Cornewall Regan Gloster Seruants Lear. Good morrow to you both Corn. Haile to your Grace Kent here set at liberty Reg I am glad to see your Highnesse Lear. Regan I thinke your are I know what