general Coffers fill Did this in Caesar seem Ambitious When that the Poor have cry'd Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuff Yet Brutus says he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man You all did see that on the Lupercall I thrice presented him a Kingly Crown Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition Yet Brutus says he was Ambitious And sure he is an Honourable man I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke But here I am to speak what I do know You all did love him once not without cause What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him O Judgment thou art fled to brutish Beasts And Men have lost their Reason Bear with me My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar And I must pause till it come back to me 1 Methinks there is much reason in his sayings 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter Caesar has had great wrong 3 Has he Masters I fear there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words he would not take the Crown Therefore 't is certain he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found so some will deer abide it 2. Poor soul his eyes are red as fire with weeping 3. There 's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony 4. Now mark him he begins again to speak Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the World Now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence O Masters If I were dispos'd to stin Your hearts and minds 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 self and you Then I will wrong such Honourable men But here 's a Parchment with the Seal of Caesar I found it in his Closet 't is his Will Let but the Commons hear this Testament Which pardon me I do not mean to read And they would go and kiss dead Caesars wounds And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood Yea beg a hair of him for Memory And dying mention it within their Wills Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy Unto their Issue 4. We 'll hear the Will read it Mark Antony All. The Will the Will we will hear Caesars Will Ant. Have patience gentle Friends I must not read it It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'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 Heirs For if you should O what will come of it 4. Read the Will we 'll hear it Antony You shall read us the Will Caesars Will Ant. Will you be patient Will you stay a while I have o're-shot my self to tell you of it I fear I wrong the Honourable men Whose Daggers have stab'd Caesar I do fear it 4. They were Traitors Honourable men All. The Will the Testament 2 They were Villains Murderers the Will read the Will Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will Then make a Ring about the Corps of Caesar And let me shew you him that made the Will Shall I descend And will you give me leave All. Come down 2 Descend 3 You shall have leave 4 A Ring stand round 1 Stand from the Hearse stand from the Body 2 Room for Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Nay press not so upon me stand far off All. Stand back room bear back Ant. If you have tears prepare to shed them now You all do know this Mantle I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on 'T was on a Summers Evening in his Tent That day he overcame the Nervii Look in this place ran Cassius Dagger through See what a rent the envious Caska made Through this the well-beloved Brutus stab'd And as he pluck'd his cursed Steel away Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it As rushing out of doors to be resolv'd If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no For Brutus as you know was Caesars Angel Judge O ye Gods how dearly Caesar lov'd him This was the most unkindest cut of all For when the Noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong then Traitors arms Quite vanquish'd him then burst his Mighty heart And in his Mantle Muffling up his face Even at the Base of Pompeys Statue Which all the while ran blood great Caesar fell O what a fall was there my Countrymen Then I and you and all of us fell down Whil'st bloody Treason flourish'd over us O now you weep and I perceive you feel The dint of pitty These are gracious drops Kind Souls what weep you when you but behold Our Caesars Vesture wounded Look you here Here is Himself mar'd as you see with Traitors 1 O pittyous spectacle 2 O Noble Caesar 3 O woful day 4 O Traitors Villains 1. O most bloody sight 2. We will be reveng'd Revenge About seek burn fire kill slay Let not a Traitor live Ant. Stay Countrymen 1. Peace there hear the Noble Antony 2. We 'll hear him we 'll follow him we 'll die with him Ant. Good Friends sweet Friends let me not stir you up To such a sudden 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 answer you I come not Friends to steal 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 speak of him For I have neither writ nor words nor worth Action nor Utterance nor the power of Speech To stir mens Blood I only speak right on I tell you that which you your selves do know Shew you sweet Caesars wounds poor poor dumb mouths And bid them speak for me But were I Brutus And Brutus Antony there were an Antony Would ruffle up your Spirits and put a Tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move That stones of Rome to rise and Mutiny All. We 'll Mutiny 1 We 'll burn the house of Brutus 3 Away then come seek the Conspirators Ant. Yet hear me Countrymen yet hear me speak All. Peace ho hear Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Why Friends you go to do you know not what Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves Alas you know not I must tell you then You have forgot the Will I told you of All. Most true the Will let 's stay and hear the Will Ant. Here is the Will and under Caesars Seal To every Roman Citizen he gives To every several man seventy five Drachmaes 2 Ple. Most Noble Caesar we 'll revenge his death 3 Ple. O Royal Caesar Ant. Hear me with patience All. Peace ho. Ant. Moreover he hath left you all his Walks His private
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
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
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
And I will give you Audience Cassi Pindarus Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off A little from this Ground Bru. Lucillius do you the like and let no Man Come to our Tent till we have done our Conference Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door Exeunt Manet Brutus and Cassius Cassi That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking Bribes here of the Sardians Wherein my Letters praying on his side Because I knew the Man was slighted off Bru. You wrong'd your self to write in such a Case Cassi In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice Offence should bear his Comment Bru. Let me tell you Cassius you your self Are much condemn'd to have an itching Palm To sell and mart your Offices for Gold To Undeservers Cassi I an itching Palm You know that you are Brutus that speaks this Or by the Gods this Speech were else your last Bru. The Name of Cassius honours this Corruption And Chastisement doth therefore hide his Head Cassi Chastisement Bru. Remember March the Ides of March remember Did not great Julius bleed for Justice sake What Villain touch'd his Body that did stab And not for Justice What Shall one of Us That struck the fore-most man of all this World But for supporting Robbers shall we now Contaminate our Fingers with base Bribes And sell the mighty space of our large Honours For so much Trash as may be grasped thus I had rather be a Dog and bay the Moon Than such a Roman Cassi Brutus bait not me I 'll not indure it you forget your self To hedge me in I am a Souldier I Older in Practice abler than your self To make Conditions Bru. Go too you are not Cassius Cassi I am Bru. I say you are not Cassi Urge me no more I shall forget my self Have mind upon your Health Tempt me no farther Bru. Away slight man Cassi Is 't possible Bru. Hear me for I will speak Must I give way and room to your rash Choler Shall I be frighted when a Mad-man stares Cassi O ye Gods ye Gods Must I endure all this Bru. All this I more Fret till your proud Heart break Go shew your Slaves how cholerick you are And make your Bondmen tremble Must I bow Must I observe you Must I stand and crouch Under your testy Humour By the Gods You shall digest the Venom of your Spleen Though it do split you For from this day forth I 'll use you for my Mirth yea for my Laughter When you are Waspish Cassi Is it come to this Bru. You say you are a better Souldier Let it appear so make your vaunting true And it shall please me well For mine own part I shall be glad to learn of Noble-men Cass You wrong me every way You wrong me Brutus I said an Elder Souldier not a Better Did I say Better Bru. If you did I care not Cass When Caesar liv'd he durst not thus have mov'd me Brut. Peace Peace you durst not so have tempted him Cassi I durst not Brut. No. Cassi What durst not tempt him Bru. For your Life you durst not Cassi Do not presume too much upon my Love I may do that I shall be sorry for Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for There is no Terror Cassius in your Threats For I am arm'd so strong in Honesty That they pass by me as the idle Wind Which I respect not I did send to you For certain Sums 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 Drachmaes than to wring From the hard hands of Peasants their vile Trash By any Indirection I did send To you for Gold to pay my Legions Which you deny'd me was that done like Cassius Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous To lock such Rascal Counters from his Friends Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts Dash him to pieces Cassi I deny'd you not Bru. You did Cassi I did not He was but a Fool That brought my Answer back Brutus hath riv'd my heart A Friend should bear his Friends Infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater than they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You love me not Bru. I do not like your Faults Cassi A friendly Eye could never see such Faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appear As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and young Octavius come Revenge your selves alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loves brav'd by his Brother Cheek'd like a Bond-man all his Faults observ'd Set in a Note-Book learn'd and con'd by roat To cast into my Teeth O I could weep My Spirit from mine Eyes There is my Dagger And here my naked Breast Within a Heart Dearer than Pluto's Mine richer than Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it forth I that deny'd thee Gold will give my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou didst hate him worst thou loved'st him better Than ever thou loved'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall have Scope Do what you will Dishonour shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lamb That carries Anger as the Flint bears Firo Who much inforced shews a hasty Spark And strait is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liv'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When Grief and Blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confess so much Give me your Hand Bru. And my Heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Have not you Love enough to bear with me When that rash Humour which my Mother gave me Makes me forgetful Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are over-earnest with your Brutus He 'll think your Mother chides and leave you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some Grudge between 'em 't is not meet They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but Death shall stay me Cassi How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you mean Love and be Friends as two such Men should be For I have seen more years I 'm sure than ye Cas Ha ha how vilely doth this Cynick rhyme Bru. Get you hence Sirrah Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Bear with him Brutus 't is his Fashion Bru. I 'll know his humour when he knows his time What should the Wars do with these Jigging Fools 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 selves and bring Messala with you Immediately to us Bru. Lucius a Bowl of Wine Cas I did not think you could have been so angry
Titi. O Cassius Brutus gave the word too early Who having some advantage on Octavius Took it too eagerly his Souldiers fell to spoil Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord fly further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Fly therefore Noble Cassius fly far off Cass This Hill is far enough Look look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceive the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cass Titinius if thou lovest me Moâ—â—â— thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him Till he have brought thee up to yonder Troops And here again that I may rest assur'd Whether yond Troops are Friend or Enemy Exit Tit. I will be here again even with a thought Cass Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was ever thick regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field This day I breathed first Time is come round And where I did begin there shall I end My life is run his compass Sirrah what news Pin. Above O my Lord. Cassi What news Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen that make to him on the Spurr Yet he spurs on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Shout And hark they shout for joy Cass Come down behold no more O Coward that I am to live so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus Come hither sirrah In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner And then I swore thee saving of thy life That whatsoever I did bid thee do Thou should'st attempt it Come now keep thine Oath Now be a Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars bowels search this bosom Stand not to answer Here take thou the Hilts And when my face is cover'd as 't is now Guide thou the Sword Caesar thou art reveng'd Even with the Sword that kill'd thee Pin. So I am free Yet would not so have been Durst I have done my will O Cassius Far from this Country Pindarus shall run Where never Roman shall take note of him Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octavius Is overthrown by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leave him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes upon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Living O my heart Messa Is not that he Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sun As in thy red Rays thou doest sink to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sun of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dews and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my success hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good success hath done this deed O hateful Error Melancholies Child Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not O Error soon conceiv'd Thou never com'st unto a happy birth But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seek him Titinius whil'st I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his ears I may say thrusting it For piercing Steel and Darts invenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seek for Pindarus the while Why did'st thou send me forth brave Cassius Did I not meet thy Friends and did not they Put on my Brows this wreath of Victory And bid me give it thee Did'st thou not hear their showts Alas thou hast misconstrued every thing But hold thee take this Garland on thy Brow Thy Brutus bid me give it thee and I Will do his bidding Brutus come apace And see how I regarded Caius Cassius By your leave Gods This is a Romans part Come Cassius Sword and find Titinius heart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala young Cato Stato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru. Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is upward Cato He is slain Bru. O Julius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walks abroad and turns our Swords In our own proper Entrails Low Alarums Cato Brave Titinius Look where he have not Crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans living such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I own mo tears To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall find time Cassius I shall find time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Camp Lest it discomfort us Lucillius come And come young Cato let us to the Field Labio and Flavio set our Battails on 'T is three a clock and Romans yet e're night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunâ— Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flavius Bru. Yet Country-men O yet hold up your heads Cato What Bastard doth not Who will go with me I will proclaim my name about the Field I am the Son of Marcus Cato ho. A Foe to Tyrants and my Countrys Friend I am the Son of Marcus Cato ho. Enter Souldiers and fight Bru. And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countrys Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O young and Noble Cato art thou down Why now thou dyest as bravely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Son Sold. Yield or thou diest Luc. Only I yield to die 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. Room ho tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I 'le tell the news Here comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane my Lord. Ant. Where is he Luc. Safe Antony Brutus is safe enough I dare assure thee that no Enemy Shall ever take alive the Noble Brutus The Gods defend him from so great a shame When you do find him or alive or dead He will be found like Brutus like himself Ant. This is not Brutus friend but I assure you A prize no less in worth keep this man safe Give him all kindness I had rather have Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be alive or dead And bring us word unto Octavius Tent How every thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Bru. Come poor remains of friends rest on this Rock Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not back he is or tane or slain Bru. Sit thee down Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hark thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I 'le rather kill my self Brut. Hark thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I do such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus look he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessel full of grief That it runs over even at his eyes Bru. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum What says my Lord Bru. Why this Volumnius The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by Night at Sardis once And this last Night here in Philippi Fields I know my hour is come Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou see'st the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies have beat us to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leap in our selves Then tarry till they push us Good Volumnius Thou know'st that we two went to School together Even for that our love of old I prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I run on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cli. Fly fly my Lord there is no tarrying here Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast been all this while asleep Farewell to thee to Strato Countrymen My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me I shall have glory by this losing day More then Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile Conquest shall attain unto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his lives History Night hangs upon mine eyes my Bones would rest That have but labour'd to attain this hour Alarum Cry within Fly fly fly Cli. Fly my Lord fly Bru. Hence I will follow I prethee Strato stay thou by thy Lord Thou art a Fellow of a good respect Thy life hath had some smatch of Honour in it Hold then my Sword and turn away thy face While I do run upon it Wilt thou Strato Stra. Give me your hand first Fare you well my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still Ikill'd not thee with half so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octavius 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 only overcame himself And no man else hath Honour by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prov'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that serv'd Brutus I will entertain them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will prefer 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 Octavius then take him to follow thee That did the latest service to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar He only 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 up And say to all the World This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let us use him With all Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall lye 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