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and awake your senses, that you may the better | Ambition should be made of sterner stuff': judge. If there be any in this assembly, any deur Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love And Brutus is an honorable man. to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend You all did see, that on the Lupercal, demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my I thrice presented him a kingly crown, answer,--Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I Which he did thrice retuse. Was this aunbition ? loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were And, sure, he is an honorable man. dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar loved me, I I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; But here I am to speak what I do know.

I as he was valiant, I honor him: but, as he was You all did love him once, not without cause; ambitious, I slew him: There is tears, for his love; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? joy, for his fortune; honor, for his valor; and O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, that And men have lost their reason!-bear with me; would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him My heart is in the cottin there with Cæsar, have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would And I must pause till it come back to me. not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his

sayings. country? If any, speak; for him have I otlended. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, I pause for a reply.

Cæsar has had great wrongs. Cit. None, Brutus, none.

3 Ci.

Has he, masters? Several speaking at once. I fear, there will a worse come in his place. Bru. Then none have I offended, I have done no 4 Ci. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The

the crown; question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. his oflences enforced, for which he suffered death. 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with

weeping. En!er ANTONY und others, with Cæsar's Body.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony:

Antony. who, though he had no hand in his death, shall 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might commonwealth: As which of you shall not? With Have stood against the world: now lies he there, this I depart; That as I slew my best lover for the And none so poor to do him reverence. good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, O masters! if I were dispos’d to stir when it shall please my country to need my death. | Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!

I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his Who, you all know, are honorable men: house.

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar.

Than I will wrong such honorable men. 4 Cit.

Cæsar's better parts But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts Let but the commons hear this testament, and clamors.

(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) Bru. My countrymen,

And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 2 Cit.

Peace; silence! Brutus speaks. And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; 1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, dying, mention it within their wills,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony :

Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech Unto their issue.
Tending to Cæsar's glories: which Mark Antony, 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
By our permission, is allowed to make.

Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's wil. I do entreat you, not a man depart,

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit.

read it; Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. It is not meet you know how Casar lov'd you. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; We'll hear him:-Noble Antony, go up.

And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. It will intiame you, it will make you mad: 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus?

'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; 3 Cit.

He says, for Brutus' sake, For if you should, 0, what would come of it! He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; 4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus You shall read us the will; Cæsar's will. here.

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile ? 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant.

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. 3 Cit.

Nay, that's certain: I fear, I wrong the honorable men, We are bless'd that Rome is rid of him.

Whose daggers have stabb’d Cæsar: I do fear it. 2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say. 4 Cit. They were traitors: Honorable men! Ant. You gentle Romans,

Cit. The will! the testament! Cit.

Peace, ho! let us hear him. 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The will! Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me read the will! your ears;

Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.

Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar, The evil, that men do, lives after them;

And let me show you him that made the will. The good is oft interred with their bones;

Shall I descend? `And will you give me leave ? So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus

Cit. Come down. Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious;

2 Cit. Descend. (He comes down from the Pulpit. If it were so, it was a grievous fault;

3 Cit. You shall have leave. And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it.

4 Cit. A ring; stand round. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,

1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body (For Brutus is an honorable man;

2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony. So are they all, all honorable men;)

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Come I to speak in Casar's funeral.

Cit. Stand back! room! bear back! He was my friend, faithful and just to me:

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them But Brutus says he was ambitious;

now. And Brutus is an honorable man.

You all do know this mantle: I remember He hath brought many captives home to Rome, The first time ever Cæsar put it on; Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill :

'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent; Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?

That day he overcame the Nervii :When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through:

See, what a rent the envious Casca made:

3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Ant. Hear me with patience. And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,

Cit. Peace, ho ! Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it;

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd

His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;

On this side Tyber: he hath left them you,
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
Judge, () you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
This was the most unkindest cut of all:

Here was a Cæsar: When comes such another?
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

1 Cit. Never, never :- Come, away, away:
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, We'll burn his body in the holy place,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And with the brands tire the traitors' houses
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

Take up the body.
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,}

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

(Exeunt Citizens, with the body. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art atoot, 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel Take thou what course thou wilt !-How now, The dint' of pity: these are gracious drops.

fellow? Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold

Enter a Servant.
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. 1 Cit. () piteous spectacle !

Ant. Where is he? 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 3 Cit. ( woful day!

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him : 4 Cit. O traitors, villains !

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, 1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

And in this mood will give us any thing. 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius ---seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,--slay !-let nota traitor Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. live.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people Ant. Stay, countrymen.

How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony.

[Exeunt. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

SCENE III.-A Street. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir

Enter CINNA, the Poet. you up

Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar, To such a sudden flo of mutiny.

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:
They, that have done this deed, are honorable; I have no will to wander forth of doors,
What private griets they have, alas, I know not,

Yet something leads me forth.
That made them do it; they are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

Enter Citizens.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; 1 Cit. What is your name?
I am no orator, as Brutus is:

2 Cit. Whither are you going? But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

3 Cil. Where do you dwell? That love my friend; and that they know full well, 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? That gave me public leave to speak of him.

2 Cit. Answer every man directly. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;

3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know: Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a mouths,

bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

a bachelor. Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools In every wound of Cæsar, that should move that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Proceed; directly. Cit. We'll mutiny:

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

i Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? 2 Cit. Away then! come, seek the conspirators. Cin. As a friend. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen, yet hear me speak. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. Cil. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. 4 Cit. For your dwelling,--briefly. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not Cin. Brielly, I dwell by the Capitol. what:

4 Cit. Your naine, sir, truly. Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ? Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then :

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. You have forgot the will I told you of.

Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Cit. Most true;-the will:-let's stay, and hear 4 Cil. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for the will.

his bad verses. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. To every Roman citizen he gives,

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. but his name out of his heart, and turn him going: 2 Cil. Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! death.

firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all.

Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some • Statua for statue, is common among the old writers. to Ligarius': away; go. • Impression. # Grievances. & Near fifty shilling

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Room in Antony's House. But that my noble master will appear

Such as he is, full of regard and honor. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a

Bru. He is not doubted.- A word, Lucilius : Table.

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. Ant. These many then shall die; their names Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; are prick'd.

But not with such familiar instances,
Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Nor with such free and friendly conference,
Lepidus?

As he hath used of old.
Lep. I do consent.

Bru.

Thou hast describ'd Oct.

Prick7 him down, Antony. A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, When love begins to sicken and decay, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

It useth an entorced ceremony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : him.

But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle : Fetch the will hither, and we will determine But when they should endure the bloody spur, How to cut off some charge in legacies.

They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Lep. What, shall I find you here?

Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? Oct.

Or here, or at Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarThe Capitol.

(Exit LEPIDUS.

ter'd; Ani. This is a slight unmeritable man,

The greater part, the horse in general, Meet to be sent on errands : Is it tit,

Are come with Cassius.

[March within. The three-fold world divided, he should stand

Bru.

Hark, he is arriv'd: One of the three to share it?

March gently on to meet him. Oct.

So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,

Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
In our black sentence and proscription.

Cas. Stand, ho!
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
And though we lay these honors on this man, [Within. Stand.
To case ourselves of divers slanderous loads,

Within.) Stand.
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, Within. Stand.
To groan and sweat under the business,

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me Either led or driven, as we point the way;

wrong. And having brought our treasure where we will, Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine eneThen take we down his load, and turn him off,

mies? Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? And graze in commons.

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides Oct. You may do your will;

wrongs, But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

And when you do them-Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, Bru.

Cassius, be content, I do appoint him store of provender.

Speak your grief softly,–I do know you well:It is a creature that I teach to tight,

Before the eyes of both our armies here, To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

Which should perceive nothing but love from us, His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away: And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

Then, in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth; And I will give you audience. A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

Cas.

Pindarus,
On objects, arts, and imitations;

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, A little from this ground.
Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him,

Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius

Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. (Exeunt. Are levying powers: we must straight make head. Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,

SCENE III.-Within the Tent of BRCTUS. Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd

Lucius and TITINIUS at some distance from it. out; And let us presently go sit in council,

Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in And open perils surest answered.

this: Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, And bay'de about with many enemies;

For taking bribes here of the Sardians; And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt. Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a SCENE II.-Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

That every nicel offence should bear his comment. Drum. Enter Brutus, LUCILIUS, Lucius, and Soldiers : TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; Bru Stand here.

To sell and mart your offices for gold, Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

To undeservers. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near ? Cas.

I an itching palm? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come You know that you are Brutus that speak this, To do you salutation from his master.

Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. (PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pin- And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. darus,

Cas. Chastisement! In his own charge, or by ill offices,

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March reHath given me some worthy cause to wish

member! Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? I shall be satisfied.

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, Pin. I do not doubt

And not for justice? What, shall one of us, * Set, mark. Condemn. • Surrounded, baited.

1 Trifling.

case.

That struck the foremost man of all this world, Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother ;
But for supporting robbers; shall we now

Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observd, Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?

Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn’d by rote, And sell the mighty space of our large honors, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep For so inuch trash, as may be grasped thus ?-- My spirit from mine eyes !--There is my dagger, I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Than such a Roman.

Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than goid:
Cas.
Brutus, bay not me:

If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself

I, that denied thee gold, will give iny heart: To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,

Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know, Older in practice, abler than yourself

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dst him To make conditions.

better Bru.

Go to ; you're not, Cassius. Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. Cas. I am.

Bru,

Sheathe your dagger: Bru. I say, you are not.

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Do whai you will, dishonor shall be huinor.
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
Bru. Away, slight man!

That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Cas. Is't possible ?

Who, much entorced, shows a hasty spark, Bru.

Hear me, for I will speak. And straight is cold again. Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Cas.

Hath Cassius liv'd Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

Cas. () ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? When grief, and blood ill-temperd, vexeth him ! Bru. All ihis? ay, more: Fret, till your proud Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-tein per’d too. heart break;

Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your Go show your slaves how choleric you are,

hand. And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Bru. And my heart too. Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch

Cas.

O Brutus ! Under your testy humor? By the gods,

Bru.

What's the matter! You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, Though it do split you: for, from this day forth, When that rash humor, which iny mother gave me, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, Makes me forgetful? When you are waspish.

Bru.

Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, Cas.

Is it come to this? When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Bru. You say, you are a better soldier:

He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

(Noise within. And it shall please me well : For mine own part, Poet. (Within.] Let me go in to see the generals: I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, They be alone. Brutus:

Luc. (Within.) You shall not come to them. I said, an elder soldier, not a better:

Poet. "(Within.] Nothing but death shall sta y me. Did I say, better?

Enter Poet.
Bru.
If you did, I care not.

Cas. Ilow now? What's the matter? Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have Poet. For shame, you generals: What do you mov'd me.

mean? Bru. Peace, peace, you durst not so have tempted Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; him.

For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. Cas. I durst not?

Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic rliy me! Bru. No.

Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy tellow, hence. Cas. What! durst not tempt him?

Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru.

For your lite you durst not. Bru. I'll know his humor, when he knows his Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love,

time: I may do that I shall be sorry for.

What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Brit. You have done that you should be sorry for. Companion,3 hence. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:

Cas.

Away, away, begone. For I am arm’d so strong in honesty,

[E.rit Poet. That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Enter Lucilits and TITINIUS.
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;- Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
For I can raise no money by vile means :
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

Cus. And come yourselves, and bring Messala
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash

Immediately to us. (Ex. Lucilius and TTTINICS.
Bru.

Lucius, a bowl of wine.
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so angry

Bru. O Cassjus, I am sick of many griefs.
Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?

Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use,

If you give place to accidental evils.
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

Bru. No man bears sorrow better:- Portia is

dead. Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Cas. Ha! Portia ?
Dash him to pieces !

Bru. She is dead.
Cais.
I denied you not.

Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you
Bru. You did.
Cas.
I did not :-he was but a fool,

so!That brought my answer back.—Brutus hath rived? Upon what sickness?

O insupportable and touching loss! my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

Bru.

Impatient of my absence; But Brutus makes inine greater than they are.

And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony

Have made themselves so strony ;-for with her Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not.

death Bru. I do not like your faults. And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

That tidings came;-With this she fell distract, Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Cas. And died so? Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do Bru. Even so.

appear As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. O ye immortal gods! Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Enter Lucics, with Wine and Tapers. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

Bru. Speak no more of her.-Give me a bowl For Cassius is aweary of the world:

of wine :

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. » Split.

: Fellow.

with you,

Drirz ks.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge:- Good-night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius,
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; Good-night, and good repose.
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. [ Drinks. Cas.

O my dear brother.

This was an ill beginning of the night:
Re-enter TITINICS, with MESSALA.

Never come such division 'tween our souls !
Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good Mes- Let it not, Brutus.
sala.-

Bru.

Every thing is well. Now sit we close about this ta per here,

Cas. Good-night, my lord. And call in question our necessities.

Bru.

Good-night, good brother. Cas. Portia, art thou gone?

Tit. Mes. Good-night, lord Brutus.
Bru.
No more, I pray you.- Bru.

Farewell, every one. Messala, I have here received letters,

[Exeunt Cas., Tir., and MES. That young Octavius, and Mark Antony,

Re-enter Lucius, with the Gown.
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor.

Luc. Here in the tent. Bru. With what addition ?

Bru.

What, thou speak’st drowsily ! Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatch'd. Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Call Claudius, and some other of my men; Have put to death a hundred senators.

I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree:

Luc. Varro, and Claudius ! Mine speak of seventy senators, that died

Enter Varro and CLAUDIUS. By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Var. Calls my lord ? Cas. Cicero one?

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead,

It may be, I shall raise you by and by And by that order of proscription.

On business to my brother Cassius. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ?

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch Bru. No, Messala.

your pleasure. Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; Bru. Nothing, Messala.

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Mes.

That, methinks, is strange. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in I put it in the pocket of my gown. yours?

(Servants lie down. Mes. No, my lord.

Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy. I am much forMes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:

getful. For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, Bru. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Messala :

Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. With meditating that she must die once,

Bru.

It does, my boy: I have the patience to endure it now.

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Mes. Even so great men great losses should en

Luc. It is my duty, sir. dure.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; Cas. I have as much of this in art4 as you;

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; Of marching to Philippi presently?

I will not hold thee long: if I do live, Cas. I do not think it good.

I will be good to thee. [Music and a Song. Bru.

Your reason?

This is a sleepy tune :-0 murd'rous slumber! Cas.

This it is: Lay'st thou thy leaden maces upon my boy, 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

That plays thee music! Gentle knave, good

night. Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

If thou dost pod, thou break'st thy instrument; Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to

I'll take it from thee, and, good boy, good-night. better.

Let me sce, let me see :-Is not the leaf turn'd The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,

down, Do stand but in forced allection;

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. For they have grudg'd us contribution:

[He sits down. The enemy, marching along by them,

Enter the Ghost of CÆSAR.
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refreshd, new-added, and encouraged;

How ill this ta per burns !-Ha! who comes here? From which advantage shall we cut him off,

I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, If at Philippi we do face him there,

That shapes this monstrous apparition. These people at our back.

It comes upon me:-Art thou any thing? Cas.

Hear me, good brother. Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, Bru. Under your pardon.--You must note be- That mak’st my blood cold, and iny hair to stare ? side,

Speak to me, what thou art. That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Our legions are brimfull, our cause is ripe:

Bru.

Why com'st thou? The enemy increaseth every day,

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. We, at the height, are ready to decline.

Bru. Well; There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Then I shall see thee again? Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Ghost.

Ay, at Philippi. Omitted, all the voyage of their life

(Ghost vanishes. Is bound in shallow s, and in miseries. 3,

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.-On such a ful sec. are we now afloat;

Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: And we must take the current when it serves, Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.Or lose our ventures.

Boy! Lucius !-- Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!Cas.

Then, with your will, go on: Claudius!
We'll on ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. Luc. The strings, my lord, are false.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument.And nature must obey necessity;

Lucius, a wake. Which we will niggard with a little rest.

Luc. My lord! There is no more to say ?

Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so Cas. No more. Good-night;

cry'dst out? Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Lucius, my gown. (Exit Lucius.] Fare- Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any well, good Messala :

thing? • Theory,

• Sceptre.

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