Speaker 1: Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare, Act one, Seene one Rome,
a street enter, Flavius Marellus, and certain commoners.
Speaker 2: Hence home you idle creatures? Get you home? Is this
a holiday? What know you?
Speaker 3: Not?
Speaker 2: Being mechanical? You ought not walk upon a laboring day
without the sign of your profession. Speak? What trade art thou?
Speaker 4: Why, sir, a carpenter?
Speaker 5: Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost
thou with thy best apparel on you?
Speaker 6: Sir?
Speaker 1: What trade are you, truly, sir?
Speaker 7: In respect of a fine workman? I am, but, as
he would say, a cobbler.
Speaker 5: But what trade art thou? Answer me directly?
Speaker 7: A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with
a safe conscience, which is indeed, sir, Amanda of Bed's hoas.
Speaker 5: What trade thou nave thou?
Speaker 8: Naughty knave?
Speaker 5: What trade?
Speaker 1: Nay?
Speaker 7: I beseech you, sir, be not out with me? Yet?
If you be out, Sir, I can mend you.
Speaker 5: What meanst thou by?
Speaker 9: That?
Speaker 5: Mend me thou, saucy fellow.
Speaker 7: Why sir, cobble you?
Speaker 2: Thou art a cobbler? Art thou, truly, sir?
Speaker 7: Are that I live by? Is with the all I
met it, with no tradement's matters, no women's matters, But
with all I am, indeed, Sir, a surgeon to o choose.
When they are in great danger, I recover them as
proper man as ever trod upon it. It's leather have
gone upon my handiwork.
Speaker 2: But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost
thou lead these men about the streets.
Speaker 7: Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
into more work. But indeed, Sir, we may holiday to
see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Speaker 5: Wherefore rejoice what conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow
him to Rome? To grace in captive bonds? His chariot
wheels You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things, Oh,
you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome. Knew you
not Pompy many a time? And oft have you climbed
up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea,
to chimney tops, your infants in your arms. And there
have sat the livelong day with patient expectation to see
great Pompy past the streets of Rome. And when you
saw his chariot, but appear. Have you not made an
universal shout that Tiber trembled underneath her banks to hear
the replication of your sounds made in her concave shores.
And do you now put on your best attire? And
do you now call out a holiday? And do you
now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph
over Pompy's blood?
Speaker 10: Be gone?
Speaker 5: Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, pray to
the gods to intermit the plague that needs must liked
on this ingratitude.
Speaker 2: Go go, good countrymen, and for this fault, assemble all
the poor men of your sort, Draw them to Tiber banks,
and weep your tears into the channel till the lowest stream.
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all eciant.
Speaker 1: All the commoners.
Speaker 2: See whether their basest metal be not moved. They vanish,
tongue tight in their guiltiness. Go you down that way
towards the capital. This way will I disrobe the images?
If you do find them decked with ceremonies, May we
do so?
Speaker 5: You know it is the feast of lupercal It is
no matter.
Speaker 2: Let no images be hung with Caesar's trophies. Ile about
and drive away the vulgar from the streets. So do
you too, where you perceive them thick These growing feathers
plucked from Caesar's wing will make him fly an ordinary pitch.
Who else would soar above the view of men and
keep us all in servile fearfulness?
Speaker 1: Exciant scene too, a public place, Flourish, enter Caesar, Antony
for the course Calpernia, portia, deseus, Brutus, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius,
and Casca. A great crowd following, among them a soothsayer Calpurnia.
Speaker 11: Peace Ho, Caesar speaks Calpurnia. Here, my lord, stand you
directly in Antonius's way when he doth run his course
Antonius Caesar, my lord, forget not in your speed, Antonius,
to touch Calpurnia. For our elders, say the baron touched
in this holy chase, shake off their sterile curse.
Speaker 12: I shall remember when Caesar says, do this, it is performed.
Speaker 11: Set on and leave no ceremony out.
Speaker 4: Flourish Caesar, ha who calls, bid every noise be still?
Speaker 6: Peace?
Speaker 11: Yet again, who is it in the press that calls
on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the
music cry Caesar. Speak. Caesar is turned to here.
Speaker 10: Beware the eyes of March.
Speaker 11: What man is that?
Speaker 3: A soothsayer? Bid you beware the eydes of March.
Speaker 11: Set him before me, Let me see his face.
Speaker 13: Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon Caesar.
Speaker 11: What sayest thou to me? Now speak once.
Speaker 14: Again, Beware the eydes of March.
Speaker 11: He is a dreamer. Let us leave him.
Speaker 1: Pass senate acient, All except Brutus and Cassius.
Speaker 13: Will you go see the order of the course. Not I,
I pray you do.
Speaker 3: I am not gainsome. I do lack some part of
that quick spirit that is in Anthony. Let me not
hinder Cassius your desires. I'll leave you.
Speaker 13: Brutus, I do observe you now, of late, I have
not from your eyes that gentleness and show of love,
as I was wont to have. You bear to stubborn
and too strange a hand over your friend that loves you.
Speaker 3: Cassius, be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
I turned the trouble of my countenance merely upon myself vexed.
I am of late, with passions of some difference, conceptions
only proper to myself, which gives some soil, perhaps to
my behaviors. But let not therefore my good friends be grieved,
among which number, Cassius, be you one, Nor construe any
further my neglect than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
forgets the shows of love to other men.
Speaker 13: Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion by means
where of this breast of mine have buried thoughts of
great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you
see your face?
Speaker 3: No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself but by reflection.
But some other things tis.
Speaker 13: Just, And it is very much lamented Brutus, that you
have no such mirrors, as we'll turn your hidden worthiness
into your eye, that you might see your shadow. I
have heard were many of the best respect in Rome,
except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus, and groaning underneath this
age's yoke, have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes
in two.
Speaker 3: What dangers would you lead me, Cassius, that you would
have me seek into myself for that which is not
in me?
Speaker 13: Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear. And since you
know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection
I your glass will modestly discover to yourself that of
yourself which you yet know not of. And be not
jealous on me, gentle Brutus, Were I a common laugher?
Or did you use to staal with ordinary oaths my
love to every new protesta? If you know that I
do phone on men and hug them hard and after
scandal them, Or if you know that I profess myself
in banqueting to all the rout, then hold.
Speaker 1: Me dangerous, flourish and shout what.
Speaker 3: Means all this shouting? I do fear the people choose
Caesar for their king.
Speaker 13: I do you fear it? That must? I think you
would not.
Speaker 3: Have it, so I would not Cassius. Yet I love
him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
But is it that you would impart to me if
it be aught toward the general good? Set honor in
one eye and death in the other, and I will
look on both indifferently. For let the gods so speed me.
As I love the name of honor more than I
feared death.
Speaker 13: I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, as
well as I do know your outward favor well, honor
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 life, not be as
lived to be in all of such a thing as
I myself. I was born free, as Caesar, so were you.
We both have fed as well, and we can both
endure the winter's cold as well as he. For once
upon a raw and gusty day, the troubled Tiber, shaving
at her shawls, Caesar said to me, dareest 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 bade him follow. So indeed he did.
The torrent roared, and we did buffet it with lusty sinews,
throwing it aside and stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried,
help me, Cassius, or I sink ay as. Andeus, our
great ancestor, did from the flames of Troy upon his
shoulder the old anchises bear. So from the waves of
Tiber did I the tired Caesar. And this man is
now become a god, and Cassius is a wretched creature
and must bend his body. Is Caesar carelessly, but not
on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain,
and when the fit was on him, I did mark
how he did shake. Tis true, this god did shake
his coward lips did from their color fly. And that
same eye whose bend doth all the world, did lose
his luster. I did hear him groan aye, And that
tongue of his bade the Romans mark him and write
his speeches in their books. Alas it cried, give me
some drink to tineus as a sick girl. Ye, Gods,
it doth amaze me. A man of such a feeble
temper should so get the start of the majestic world
and bear the palm alone.
Speaker 3: Shout flourish another general shat. I do believe that these
applauzas are for some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
Speaker 13: Why man doth he bestride the narrow world like a colossus,
And we petty men walk under his huge legs and
peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some
time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus,
is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we
are underlings, Brutus and Caesars. What should be in that Caesar?
Why should that name be sounded more than 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 them. 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 has grown so great age?
Thou art shamed Rome, Thou hast lost the breed of
noble bloods when went there by, and age since the
great flood. But it was famed with more than one man.
When could they say till now that talked of Rome,
that her wide walls encompassed but one man?
Speaker 11: Now?
Speaker 13: Is it Rome?
Speaker 15: Indeed?
Speaker 13: And room enough? When there is in it but one
only man? Oh, you and I have heard our fathers
say there was a Brutus once that would have brooked
the eternal devil to keep his state in Rome as
easily as a king.
Speaker 3: That you do love me, I am nothing jealous, what
you would work with me? 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 entreat you be any further moved
what you have said. I will consider what you have
to say. I will with patience here 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 than to repute himself a son
of Rome. Under these hard conditions, as this time is
like to lay upon us.
Speaker 13: I am glad that my weak words have struck. But
this much show of fire from Brutus.
Speaker 3: The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
Speaker 13: As they pass by, pluck Cosca by the sleeve, and
he will, after his sour fashion, tell you it hath
preceded worthy note.
Speaker 1: To day re enter Caesar and his train.
Speaker 11: I will do so.
Speaker 3: But look, you, Cassius, the angry spot doth glow on
Caesar's brow, and all the rest looked like a chidden train.
Calpernia's cheek is pale, and Cicero looks with such ferret
and such fiery eyes as we have seen him in
the Capitol being crossed in conference by some senators.
Speaker 11: Cosco will tell us what the matter is, Antonius Caesar.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek
headed men, and such as sleep o nights yond. Cassius
has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much.
Such men are dangerous.
Speaker 12: Fear him, not, Caesar. He's not dangerous. He is a
noble Roman, and well given.
Speaker 11: Would he were fatter. But I fear him not. Yet,
if my name were liable 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 music. Seldom.
He smiles and smiles in such a sort as if
he mocked himself and scorned his spirit that could be
moved to smile at anything. Such men as he be
never at heart's ease, whilst they behold a greater than themselves.
And therefore I are they very dangerous. I rather tell
thee what is to be feared than what I fear.
For always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand,
for this ear is deaf, and tell me truly what
thou think'st of him?
Speaker 1: Senate Exie and Caesar and all his train.
Speaker 10: But Kaska, you pulled me by the cloak. Would you
speak with me?
Speaker 3: Hi, Kaska, tell us what hath chanced today that Caesar
looks so.
Speaker 10: Sad while you were with him?
Speaker 6: When you not, I.
Speaker 3: Should not then ask Kaska what had chanced?
Speaker 10: Why there was a crown offered him, and being offered him,
he put it by with the back of his hand. Thus,
and then the people fellow.
Speaker 3: Shouting what was the second noise?
Speaker 10: For why for that too?
Speaker 13: They shouted thrice? What was the last trifle?
Speaker 6: Why?
Speaker 10: For that too?
Speaker 3: Was the crown offered him? Thrice?
Speaker 10: I'm wast And he put it by thrice every time
gentler than other, and at every pudding by mine honest
neighbors shouted.
Speaker 13: Who offered him the crown?
Speaker 6: Why?
Speaker 10: Anthony?
Speaker 3: Tell us the manner of it, Gentle Claska, I can as.
Speaker 10: Well be hanged as tell the manner of it. It
was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw
mark Antony offer him a crown. Yet twas not a
crown neither twas one of these coronets, And as I
told you, he put it by once, but for all that,
to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then
he offered it to him again. Then he put it
by again, but to my thinking he was very loath
to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered
it the third time. He put it the third time by,
and still as he refused it, the rabbleman hooted and
clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps,
and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar
refused the crown, that it had almost choked Caesar, for
he swooned it and fell down at it. And for
mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Speaker 13: But soft I'd pray. What did Caesar swooned?
Speaker 10: He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth,
and was speechless.
Speaker 3: Kis very like he hath the falling sickness.
Speaker 13: No, Caesar has not, but you and I, and honest Kaska,
we have the falling sickness.
Speaker 10: I know not what you mean by that, but I
am sure Caesar fell down. If the tag rag. People
did not clap him and hiss him according as he pleased,
and displeased them, as they used to do the players
in the theater. I am no true man.
Speaker 3: What said he when he came unto himself.
Speaker 10: Mary, before he fell down, when he perceived the common
herd was glad he refused the crown. He plucked me
ope his doublet and offered them his throat to cut.
And I had been a man of any occupation, if
I would not have taken him at a word, I
would I might go to hell among the rogues. And
so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
if he had done or said anything amiss, he desired
their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or
four wenches where I stood cried alas good soul, and
forgave him with all their hearts. But there's no heed
to be taken of them. If Caesar had stabbed their mother,
they would have done no less.
Speaker 3: And after that he came thus sad away.
Speaker 13: I did Cicero say anything, Ay, he spoke Greek, to
what effect?
Speaker 10: Nn I tell you that I'll there look you in
the face again. But those that understood him smiled at
one another and shook their heads. But for mine own
part it was Greek.
Speaker 11: To me.
Speaker 10: I could tell you more news too. Moralus and Flavius
for pulling scarfs off Caesar's images are put to silence.
Fare you well, there was more foolery. Yet, if I
could remember.
Speaker 13: It, Will you sup with me tonight? Kaska? No, I'm
promised forth, Will you dine with me tomorrow?
Speaker 9: Ay?
Speaker 10: If I be alive and your mind told and your
dinner worth.
Speaker 13: Eating, could I will expect you do so?
Speaker 10: Farewell?
Speaker 1: Both exit?
Speaker 3: What a blunt fellow is disgrown to be? He was
quick metal when he went to school.
Speaker 13: So is he now an execution of any bold and
noble enterprise. However he puts on this tardy form. This
rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, which gives
men's stomach to digest his words with better appetite.
Speaker 3: And so it is for this time. I will leave
you tomorrow. If you please to speak with me, I
will come home to you. Or if you will come
home to me and I will wait for you.
Speaker 16: I will do so till then think of the world.
Accept brutus well, brutus, thou art noble yet I see
thy honorable metal may be wrought from that it is disposed.
Therefore it is a meat that noble minds keep ever
with their likes. For ho so firm that cannot be seduced.
Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. If
I brutus now and he were Cassius, he should not
humor me. I will this night in several hands in
his windows, throw as if they came from several citizens, writings,
all tending to the great opinion that Rome holds of
his name, wherein obscurely Caesar's ambitions shall be glanced at.
And after this, let Caesar seat him sure, for we
will shake him or worse days endure.
Speaker 1: Exit Scene three the same a street, thunder and lightning
enter from opposite sides, Kaska with his sword drawn, and Cicero.
Speaker 17: Good, Even Caska brought you, Caesar home. Why are you breathless?
And why stare you?
Speaker 4: So?
Speaker 10: Are you not moved when all the sway of earth
shakes like a thing unfirm? Oh, Cicero, I have seen
tempests when the scolding winds have arrived the naughty oakes,
and I have seen the ambitious ocean swell and rage
and foam to be exalted with the threatening clouds. But
never till tonight, never till now, did I go through
a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife
in heaven, or else the world too saucy with the gods,
and senses them to sad destruction.
Speaker 17: Why saw you anything more wonderful?
Speaker 10: A common slave? You know him well by sight held
up his left hand, which did flame and burn like
twenty torches joined, and yet his hand, not sensible of fire,
remained unscorched. Besides, I have not since put up my
sword against the capital. I met a lion who glared
upon me, and went surly by without annoying me. And
there were drawn upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
transformed with their fear, who swore they saw men all
in fire, walk up and down the streets. And yesterday
the bird of night did sit even at noonday upon
the marketplace, hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies do so
conjointly meet, let not men say these are their reasons.
They are natural, For I believe they are portentous things
unto the climate that they point upon.
Speaker 17: Indeed, it is a strange disposed time. But men may
construe things after their fashion, clean from the purpose of
the things themselves. Come Caesar to the capitol tomorrow.
Speaker 10: He doth, for he did bid Antonius send word to
you he would be there tomorrow.
Speaker 17: Good night, then, Kaska, this disturbed sky is not to
walk in.
Speaker 1: Farewell, Cicero, Exit, Cicero, Enter Cassius.
Speaker 13: Who is there a Roman? Caska? By your voice?
Speaker 10: Your ear is good, Cassius?
Speaker 9: What night?
Speaker 10: Is this?
Speaker 13: A very pleasing knight to honest men?
Speaker 10: Who ever knew the heaven's menace?
Speaker 13: So those that have known the earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walked about the streets, submitting
me unto the perilous night, and thus umbraced Kaska, as
you see, have bared my bosom to the thunderstone. And
when the cross blue lightning seemed to open the breast
of heaven, I did present myself even in the aim
and very flash of it.
Speaker 10: But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens? It
is the part of men to fear and tremble when
the most mighty gods by token send such dreadful heralds
to astonish us.
Speaker 13: You are dull Caska, and those sparks of life that
should be in a Roman you do want or else
you use. Not you look pale and gaze and put
on fear, and cast yourself in wonder to see the
strange impatience of the heavens. But if you would consider
the true cause, why all these fires, why all these
gliding ghosts, Why birds and beasts from quality and kind?
Why old men fool and children? Calculate why all these
things change from their ordinance, their natures and performed faculties
to monstrous quality. Why you shall find that heaven hath
infused them with these spirits, to make them instruments of
fear and warning unto some monstrous state. Now, could I
Kaska name to thee a man most like the dreadful
night that thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars, as doth
the lion in the capitol, A man no mightier than
thyself or me in personal action, yet prodigious, grown and
fearful as these strange eruptions.
Speaker 10: Are, tis Caesar that you mean? Is it not, Cassius?
Speaker 13: Let it be who it is. For Romans now have
thews and limbs like to their ancestors. But woe the
while our father's minds are dead and we are governed
with our mothers spirits are you can sufferance show us
a womanish.
Speaker 10: Indeed, they say, the senators tomorrow mean to establish Caesar
as a king, and he shall wear his crown by
sea and land in every place save here in Italy.
Speaker 13: I know where I will wear this dagger. Then Cassius
from bondage will deliver Cassius. Therein, ye, Gods, you make
the weak most strong. Therein ye, God, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, nor airless dungeon,
nor strong links of iron can be retentive to the
strength of spirit. But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
never lacks power to dismiss itself. If I know this,
know all the world besides that passive syranny that I
do bear, eye can shake off.
Speaker 1: At pleasure thunder still so can I.
Speaker 10: So every bondman in his own hand bears the power
to cancel his captivity.
Speaker 13: And why should Caesar be a tyrant? Then, poor man,
I know he would not be a wolf, but that
he sees the Romans are but sheep. He were no
lion were not Romans Hinds, those that with haste will
make a mighty fire, begin it with weak straws. What
trash is Rome? What rubbish? And what awful? When it
serves for base matter to illuminate so vile a thing
as Caesar. But o grief, where hast thou led me?
I perhaps speak this before a willing bondman, Then I
know my answer must be made. But I am armed,
and dangers are to me indifferent.
Speaker 10: You speak to Kaska, and to such a man that
is no fearing tell tale. Hold my hand, be factious
for redress of all these griefs, and I will set
this foot of mine as far as who goes farthest.
Speaker 13: As a bargain made. Now know, Ukaskar, I have moved
already some certain of the noblest minded Romans to undergo
with me an enterprise of honorable, dangerous consequence. And I
do know by this they stay for me in Pompey's
porch for now, this fearful night, there is no stir
or walking in the streets, and the complexion of the
element in favors like the work we have in hand,
most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Speaker 10: Stand close awhile, for here comes one in.
Speaker 13: Haste tis sinner, I do know him by his gait.
He is a friend. Enter, sinner, sinner, where haste you so.
Speaker 7: To find out you? Who's that metellus symbol?
Speaker 13: No, it is kaskar one incorporate to our attempts? Am
I not stayed for? Sinner?
Speaker 7: I am glad on it? What a fearful night is this?
There's two or three of us have seen strained sides?
Speaker 13: Am I not stayed for?
Speaker 7: Tell me, yes you are, oh Cassius, if you could
but win the noble Brutus to a party, be.
Speaker 13: You content, good sinner? Take this paper and look you
lay it in the Praetor's chair where Brutus may but
find it, and throw this in his window. Set this
up with wax upon old Brutus's statue. All this done.
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us is Decius,
Brutus and Tribonius there.
Speaker 7: All but metell a symbol, and he is gone to
seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, and
so bestow these papers as you obeyed me.
Speaker 13: That done? Repair to Pompey's theater.
Speaker 1: Exit Sinna come kaskar.
Speaker 13: You and I will yet ere day see Brutus is
his house. Three parts of him is ours already, and
the man entire, upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Speaker 10: Oh, he sits high in all the people's hearts, and
that which would appear offense in us, his countenance, like
richest alchemy, will change to virtue and to worthiness.
Speaker 13: Him And and our great need of him you have
right well conceited. Let us go, for it is after
midnight and a day we will awake him and be
sure of him accient.
Speaker 1: End of Act one, Act two, Scene one, Rome Brutus
is orchard Enter Brutus.
Speaker 3: What Lucius ho, I cannot, by the progress of the
stars give guests? How near today? Lucius? I say, I
would it were my fault to sleep so soundly? When Lucius,
when awake, I say, what? Lucius enter? Lucius called you,
my Lord, get me a taper in my study. Lucius,
when it is lighted, come and call me here, I Lord.
It must be by his death, And for my part
I know no personal cause to spurnet him, but for
the general he would be crowned. How that might change
his nature?
Speaker 11: Theirs? The question?
Speaker 3: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
and that craves wary walking crown him that, and then
I grant we put a sting in him, that at
his will he may do. Danger with the abuse of
greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power. And to
speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his
affection swayed more than his reason. But tis a common
proof that lowliness is young ambitions ladder, where to the
climber upward turns his face, But when he once attains
the upmost round, he then, unto the latter, turns his back,
looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees by which
he did ascend. So Caesar may then, lest he may prevent.
And since the coral will bear no color for the
thing he is fashion it thus that what he is
augmented would run to these and these extremities. And therefore
think him as a serpent's egg which hatched, would as
his kind, grow mischievous and kill him in the shell.
Speaker 4: Re Enter, Lucius, the taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found this paper
thus sealed up, and I am sure it did not
lie there when I went to bed, gives him the letter.
Speaker 3: Get you to bed again. It is not day, is
not tomorrow? Boy, the IDEs of March I know not, Sir,
Look in the calendar and bring me word.
Speaker 4: I will, sir, accept.
Speaker 3: The exhalations whizzing in the air, give so much like
that I may read by them.
Speaker 1: Opens the letter and reads.
Speaker 3: Brutus, thou sleep'st awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome et cetera? Speak,
strike redress? Brutus thou sleepest awake? Such instigations have been
often dropped where I have took them up. Shall Rome
et cetera? Thus I must piece it out? Shall Rome
stand under one man's awe? What Rome my ancestors did
from the streets of Rome the Tarquin drive when he
was called a king? Speak strike redress? Am I entreated
to speak and strike?
Speaker 15: Oh Rome?
Speaker 3: I make thee promise if the redress will follow, Thou
receivest thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.
Speaker 4: Re enter Lucius, Sir, march is wasted fourteen days knocking
within tis good.
Speaker 3: Go to the gate.
Speaker 1: Somebody knocks, Accept Lucius.
Speaker 3: Since Cassius first did wet me against Caesar, I have
not slept between the acting of a dreadful thing and
the first motion. All the interim is like a phantasma
or a hideous dream. The genius and the mortal instruments
are then council, and the state of man, like to
a little kingdom, suffers than the nature of an insurrection.
Speaker 4: Re Enter, Lucius, Sir, tis your brother Cassius at the
door who doth desire to see you?
Speaker 3: Is he alone?
Speaker 4: No, sir, There are more with him.
Speaker 3: Do you know them?
Speaker 6: No, sir.
Speaker 4: Their hats are plucked about their ears, and have their
faces buried in their cloaks, that by no means I
may discover them by any mark of favor.
Speaker 1: Let him enter acit, Lucius.
Speaker 3: They are the faction, Oh, conspiracy. Shamest thou to show
thy dangerous brow by night, when evils are most free.
Oh then by day, where wilt thou find the cavern
dark enough to mask thy monstrous visage, seek none conspiracy,
Hide it in smiles and affability. For if thou path
thy native semblance on not Erebus itself were dim enough
to hide thee from prevention.
Speaker 1: Enter the conspirators, Cassius, Casca, Deseus, Brutus, Senna, Metellus Simber,
and Trebonius.
Speaker 13: I think we are too bold upon your rest, good morrow, Brutus,
do we trouble you?
Speaker 3: I have been up this hour a week all night.
Know I these men that come along with you.
Speaker 13: Yes, every man of them, and no man here but
honors you, And everyone doth wish you had but that
opinion of yourself which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Tribonius. He is welcome hither, this Deaseus, Brutus,
he is welcome too, This Casca, this Sinna, and this
Metellus Simba.
Speaker 3: They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves
betwixt your eyes and night?
Speaker 1: Shall I entreat a word, Brutus and Cassius, whisper?
Speaker 18: Here lies the east? Does not the day break here?
Speaker 12: No?
Speaker 7: Oh, pardon sir, it does. And young gray lines that
thread the clouds are messengers of day.
Speaker 10: You shall confess that you are both deceived. Here, as
I point my sword, the cull arises, which is a
great way growing on the south, weighing the youthful season
of the year, some two months hence up higher toward
the north, he first presents his fire, and the high
East stands as the capital directly here.
Speaker 3: Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Speaker 13: And let us swear our resolution.
Speaker 3: No, not an oath, if not the face of men,
the sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse. If if
these be motives weak, break off betimes, and every man
hence to his idle bed. So let high sighted tyranny
range on till each man drop by lottery. But if
these as I'm sure they do, bear fire enough to
kindle cowards and to steal with valor the melting spirits
of women, then, countrymen, what need we any spur but
our own cause to prick us to redress? What other
bond than secret romans that have spoken the word and
will not palter? And what other oath than honesty to
honesty engaged that this shall be, or we will fall
for it. Swear priests and cowards, and men cautillus, old
feeble carryings, and such suffering souls that welcome wrongs unto
bad causes. Swear such creatures as men doubt, but do
not stain the even virtue of our enterprise, nor the
insuppressive metal of our spirits, to think that of our
cause or our performance did need an oath, when every
drop of blood that every Roman bears and nobly bears,
is guilty of a several bestardy if he do break
the smallest particle of any promise that hath passed from him.
Speaker 13: But what is Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think
he will stand very strong with us.
Speaker 10: Let us not leave him out, No, by no means.
Speaker 19: Oh, let us have him, for his silver hairs will
purchase us a good opinion, and by men's voices to
command our deeds. It shall be said, by his judgment,
ruled our hands, our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear,
but all be buried in his gravity.
Speaker 3: Oh, name him not, Let us not break with him,
for he will never follow anything that other men begin.
Speaker 13: Then leave him out.
Speaker 10: Indeed he is not fit.
Speaker 18: Shall no man else be touched, but only Caesar.
Speaker 13: Yeseus well urged. I think it is not meat marc Antony,
so well beloved of Caesar, should outlive Caesar. We shall
find of him a shrewd contriver. And you know his means.
If he improve them, may well stretch so far as
to annoy us all which to prevent. Let Antony and
Caesar fall together.
Speaker 3: Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius to cut
the head off in then hack the limbs like croth
and death and envy afterwards. For Antony is but a
limb of Caesar. Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar. And
in the spirit of men there is no blood. Oh
that we then could come by Caesar's spirit and not
dismember Caesar. But alas Caesar must bleed for it. And
gentle friends, let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully. Let's
carve him as a dish fit for the gods, not
hew him as a carcass fit for hounds. And let
our hearts, as subtle masters do, stir up their servants
to an act of rage, and after seem to Chidam.
This shall make our purpose necessary and not envious, which
so appear. Carrying to the common eyes, we shall be
called perjures, not murderers. And for mark Antony, think not
of him, for he can do no more than Caesar's arm.
When Caesar's head is off.
Speaker 13: Yet I fear him, for in the ingrafted love he
bears to Caesar.
Speaker 3: Alas good Caius, do not think of him. If he
loves Caesar, all that he can do is to himself,
take thought and die for Caesar, And that were much
he should, for he is given to sports, to wildness,
and much company.
Speaker 9: There is no.
Speaker 15: Fear in him.
Speaker 10: Let him not die, for he will live and laugh
at this.
Speaker 1: Hereafter clock strikes, peace, count the clock.
Speaker 13: The clock hath stricken. Three tis time to pot. But
it is doubt fliet whe the Caesar will come forth
today or no, for he is superstitious groan of late,
quite from the main opinion he held once, of fantasy,
of dreams and ceremonies. It may be these apparent prodigies,
the unaccustomed terror of this night, and the persuasion of
his auguras, may hold him from the capital today.
Speaker 18: Never fear that, if he be so resolved, I cannot
sway him. For he loves to hear that unicorns may
be betrayed with trees, and bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
lions with toils, and men with flatterers. But when I
tell him he hates flatterers, he says he does, being
then most flattered. Let me work, for I can give
his humor, the true bent, and I will bring him
to the capital.
Speaker 3: Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch
him by the eighth hour. Is that the uttermost?
Speaker 7: Be that the uttermost, and feigner then.
Speaker 19: SIUs Ligarius, doeth beer Caesar hard who rated him for
speaking well of Pompey. I wonder none of you have
thought of him now?
Speaker 3: Good, but tell us go along by him. He loves
me well, and I have given him reasons. Send him
but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Speaker 13: The morning comes upon us, we will leave you, Brutus
and friends, disperse yourselves, But all remember what you have said,
and show yourselves true Romans.
Speaker 3: Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily. Let not our looks
put on our purposes, but bear it as our Roman
actors do, with untired spirits and formal constancy. And so
good morrow to you.
Speaker 1: Everyone, excient, all but Brutus.
Speaker 3: Boy Lucius, fast asleep. It is no matter enjoy the
honey heavy dew of slumber. Thou hast no figures nor
no fantasies, which busy care draws in the brains of men.
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Speaker 5: Enter Porsche, Brutus, my Lord Porsche, what mean you?
Speaker 20: Wherefore?
Speaker 11: Rise you?
Speaker 15: Now?
Speaker 3: It is not for your health thus to commit your
weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Speaker 21: Nor for yours neither you've ungently Brutus stole from my bed,
and yesternight at supper you suddenly arose and walked about,
musing and sighing, with your arms across. And when I
asked you what the matter was, you stared upon me
with ungentle looks. I urged you further. Then you scratched
your head, and too impatiently stamped with your foot. Yet
I insisted, Yet you answer not, but with an angry
wafter of your hand gave sign for me to leave you.
So I did, fearing to strengthen that impatience, which seemed
too much enkindled, and withal hoping it was but an
effect of humor, which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep.
And could it work so much upon your shape as
it hath much prevailed on your condition. I should not
know you, Brutus, dear my lord, make me acquainted with
your cause of grief.
Speaker 3: I am not well in health, and that.
Speaker 21: Is all Brutus is wise and were he not in health,
he would embrace the means to come by it.
Speaker 3: Why so I do good, Portia go to bed?
Speaker 21: Is Brutus sick? And is it physical to walk umbraced
and suck up the humors of the day mourning? What
is brutus sick? And will he steal out of his
wholesome bed to dare the vile contagion of the night
and tempt the roomy and unpurged air to add unto
his sickness. No, my brutus, you have some sick offense
within your mind, which, by the right and virtue of
my place I ought to know of. And upon my
knees I charm you by my once commended beauty, by
all your vows of love, and that great vow which
did incorporate and make us one, that you unfold to
me yourself your half? Why you are heavy? And what
men tonight have had to resort to you? For here
have been some six or seven who did hide their
faces even from darkness.
Speaker 3: Neil, not, gentle Portia.
Speaker 21: I should not need if you were gentle Brudus, within
the bond of marriage. Tell me, brute, is it expected
I should know no secrets that appertain to you. Am
I yourself, but as it were, in sort or limitation,
to keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, and
talk to you sometimes dwell I butt in the suburbs
of your good pleasure. If it be no more, Portia
is Brutus's harlot, not his wife.
Speaker 3: You are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me,
as are the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart.
Speaker 21: If this were true, then should I know this secret?
I grant I am a woman, but withal, a woman
that Lord Brutus took to wife. I grant I am
a woman, but withal, a woman well reputed Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex, being
so fathered and so husbanded. Tell me your counsels. I
will not disclose them. I have made strong proof of
my constant and see giving myself a voluntary wound here
in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience and
not my husband's secrets?
Speaker 11: Oh?
Speaker 3: Ye, Gods, render me worthy of this noble wife.
Speaker 1: Knocking within, hark hark.
Speaker 3: One knocks, Porsia. Go in a while, and by and
by thy Bosom shall partake the secrets of my heart,
all my engagements. I will construe to thee all the
charactery of my sad brows. Leave me with haste. Excep
porscha Lucius, who's that knox?
Speaker 1: Re enter Lucius with Lagarius.
Speaker 4: He is a sick man that would speak with you.
Speaker 3: Caius Lagarius, that Mattellus speak of boy, stand aside, Caius Lagarius,
How fall.
Speaker 22: Your goodmorrow from a feeble tongue?
Speaker 3: Oh what a time you have chose out, brave Caius,
to wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick?
Speaker 22: I'm not sick. It brought us, having hand any exploit
toward it the name of honor.
Speaker 3: Such an exploit I have in hand, Lagarious, had you
a healthful ear to hear of it?
Speaker 22: While the gods de Roman's bow before I had described
my sickness, soul la room braves under vulnerable loins, tholl
like an exources t has contigued up my modified spirit.
Now bid me run an elstriper thinks impossible? Yeah, get
the better of them.
Speaker 3: What is to do a piece of work that will
make sick men hole?
Speaker 22: But are not some hole that we must mix it?
Speaker 3: That must be also?
Speaker 6: What it is?
Speaker 3: My Caius, I shall unfold to thee as we are
going to whom it must begun.
Speaker 22: Set on your foot, danity, hot new fired. I follow
you to do I know not what, but it's sufficient
that Brutus leads me on.
Speaker 6: Follow me.
Speaker 1: Then accent scene too Caesar's house, thunder and lightning. Enter
Caesar in his nightgown.
Speaker 11: Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to night.
Thrice hath Calpurnia, in her sleep cried out, helpo they
murder Caesar? Who's within?
Speaker 1: Enter a servant, my Lord, go bid.
Speaker 11: The priests do present sacrifice and bring me their opinions
of success.
Speaker 23: I will, my.
Speaker 1: Lord exit, Enter Calpurnia.
Speaker 24: What mean you, Caesar think you to walk forth? You
shall not stir out of your house.
Speaker 11: To day Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me
now looked, but on my back. When they shall see
the face of Caesar, they are vanish'd.
Speaker 24: Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, yet now they frighten me.
There is one within besides the things that we have
heard and seen, recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelp'd in the streets and graves have
yawned and yielded up their dead. Fierce, fiery warriors fought
upon the clouds, in ranks and squadrons, and right form
of war, which drizzled blood upon the capital. The noise
of battle hurtled in the air. Horses did neigh, and
dying men did groan, and ghosts did shriek and squeal
about the streets. Oh Caesar, these things are beyond all use,
and I do fear them.
Speaker 11: What can be avoided whose end is purposed by the
mighty gods. Yet Caesar shall go forth, For these predictions
are to the world in general, as to Caesar.
Speaker 24: When beggars die, there are no comets seen. The heavens
themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Speaker 11: Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never
taste of death. But once. Of all the wonders that
I yet have heard, it seems to me the most
strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary
end will come. When it will.
Speaker 1: Come, re enter servant, What.
Speaker 11: Say the augurers?
Speaker 23: They would not have you stir forth to day plucking
the entrails of an offering. Forth they could not find
a heart within the beast.
Speaker 11: The gods do this in shame of cowardice. Caesar should
be a beast without a heart if he should stay
at home to day for fear. No Caesar shall not
danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he.
We are two lions littered in one day, and I
the elder and more terrible. And Caesar shall go forth
alas my.
Speaker 24: Lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Speaker 7: Do not go forth to day.
Speaker 24: Call it my fear that keeps you in the house,
and not your own. Will send mark Antony to the
Senate House, and he shall say you are not well
to day. Let me upon my knee prevail in.
Speaker 11: This mark Antony shall say, I am not well, and
for thy humor, I will stay at home.
Speaker 1: Enter deseus brutus.
Speaker 11: Here is deseus brutus. He shall tell them so.
Speaker 18: Caesar, all hail, good morrow worthy Caesar, I come to
fetch you to the Senate House.
Speaker 11: And you are come in very happy time to bear
my greeting to the senators, and tell them that I
will not come to day. Cannot is false, and that
I dare not false her I will not come to day.
Tell them so deseus, say he is sick. Shall Caesar
send a lie? Have I in conquest stretched mine arms
so far to be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
Deseus go tell them. Caesar will not come.
Speaker 18: Most Mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, lest I
be laughed at when I tell them so.
Speaker 11: The cause is in my will. I will not come.
That is enough to satisfy the Senate. But for your
private satisfaction, because I love you, I will let you know. Calpurnia,
here my wife stays me at home. She dreamt to
night she saw my statue, which, like a fountain with
an hundred spouts, did run pure blood, and many lusty
Romans came smiling and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings and portents and
evils imminent. And on her knee hath begged that I
will stay at home to day.
Speaker 18: This dream is all a misinterpreted It was a vision,
fair and fortunate. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
in which so many smiling Romans bathed, signifies that from you,
great Rome shall suck reviving blood, and that great men
shall press for tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. This, by
Calpernia's dream is signified.
Speaker 11: And this way have you well expounded it I have.
Speaker 18: When you have heard what I can say and know it.
Now the Senate have concluded to give this day a
crown to mighty Caesar. If you shall send them word
you will not come. Their minds may change. Besides, it
were a mock apt to be rendered for someone to say,
break up the Senate till another time when Caesar's wife
shall meet with better dreams. If Caesar hide himself, shall
they not? Whisper Lo Caesar is afraid. Pardon me, Caesar,
for my dear, dear love to our proceeding bids me
tell you this, and reason to my love is liable.
Speaker 11: How foolish do your fears seem?
Speaker 15: Now?
Speaker 11: Calpernia, I am ashamed. I did yield to them. Give
me my robe, for I will go.
Speaker 1: Enter Publius, Brutus, Lagarius, Metellus, Kaska, Trebonius, and Sinna.
Speaker 11: And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Speaker 25: Good morrow, Caesar.
Speaker 11: Welcome Publius. What Brutus are you stirred so early? Too?
Good morrow? Kaska Caius Lagarius. Caesar was ne'er so much
your enemy as that same agu which hath made you lean.
What is't o'clock, Caesar tis strucken eight. I thank you
for your pains and courtesy.
Speaker 1: Enter Antony.
Speaker 11: See Antony that revels long o' nights is notwithstanding up
good morrow, Antony.
Speaker 12: So to most noble Caesar bid.
Speaker 11: Them prepare within. I am to blame to be thus
waited for now Sinna. Now, Metellus, what Tribonius, I have
an hour's talk in store for you? Remember that you
call on me to day be near me that I
may remember you.
Speaker 1: Caesar, I will aside, and so ne'er will I.
Speaker 23: Be, that your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Speaker 11: Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me,
and we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Speaker 3: Aside that every like is not the same, Oh Caesar.
The heart of Brutus yearns to think.
Speaker 1: Upon accient scene three a street near the capitol. Enter
Artemidorus reading a paper.
Speaker 26: Caesar, beware of Brutus, take heed of Cassius. Come not
near Keska, have an eye to Sinna. Trust not Trebonius.
Mark will metalus simba disused. Brutus loves thee not thou
hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in
all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If
thou beest not immortal, look about you. Security gives way
to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend THEE, thy lover. Out
of my drus he will I stand till Caesar pass along?
And as a suitor, will I give him this mahat
La means that virtue cannot live out of the teeth
of emulation. If thou read this, O Caesa, thou mayst live.
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
Speaker 1: Except scene for another part of the same street, before
the house of Brutus. Enter Portia and Lucius I.
Speaker 21: Prithee boy, run to the Senate house. Stay not to
answer me, but get THEE gone? Why dost thou stay
to know?
Speaker 4: My errand Madam I would.
Speaker 21: Have had THEE there and here again ere I can
tell THEE what thou shouldst do there? O constancy, be
strong upon my side, set a huge mountain between my
heart and tongue. I have a man's mind, but a
woman's might. How hard it is for woman to keep
counsel Art thou here?
Speaker 4: Yet, Madam what should I do? Run to the capital
and nothing else, and so return to you and nothing else.
Speaker 21: Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
for he went sickly forth, and take good note what
Caesar doth what suitors pressed to him?
Speaker 5: Hark, boy, what noise is that I hear?
Speaker 4: None?
Speaker 6: Madam?
Speaker 21: Prithee, listen well, I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,
and the wind brings it from the capital.
Speaker 4: Sooth Madam, I hear nothing, enter the soothsayer.
Speaker 21: Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been.
Speaker 14: At mine own house?
Speaker 1: Good lady?
Speaker 14: What ist o'clock about the ninth hour?
Speaker 4: Lady?
Speaker 21: Is Caesar yet gone to the capital?
Speaker 7: Madam?
Speaker 14: Not yet? I go to take my stand to see
him pass on to the capital.
Speaker 21: Thou hast some suit to Caesar? Hast thou not.
Speaker 10: That I have?
Speaker 1: Lady?
Speaker 14: If it will please Caesar to be so good to
Caesar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to
befriend himself.
Speaker 21: Why know'st thou any harms intended toward him?
Speaker 14: None that I know? Will be much that I fear
may chance good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow,
the throng that follows Caesar at the heels of senators
of Praetar's common suitors will crowd a feeble man almost
to death. I'll get me to a place more void,
and dare speak to Great Caesar as he comes along, except.
Speaker 21: I must go in a me. How weak a thing
the heart of woman is, Oh, Brutus, the heavens speed
thee in thine enterprise. Sure the boy heard me, Brutus
hath a suit that Caesar will not grant. Oh, I
grow faint, Run Lucius and commend me to my lord.
Say I am Mary, Come to me again and bring
me word what he does say.
Speaker 1: To thee Exi and severally. End of Act two, Act three,
Scene one, Rome before the capital the Senate sitting above
a crowd of people. Among them are Temidorus and the soothsayer,
Flourish enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Deseus, Brutus, Metellus, Simber, Trebonius, Sinna, Antony, Lepidus, Papilius, Publius,
and others.
Speaker 11: To the soothsayer, the IDEs of march are come.
Speaker 14: Aye, Caesar, but not gone.
Speaker 26: Hail Caesar. Read the schedule.
Speaker 18: Tribonius doth desire you to all read at your best leisure.
This his humble suit.
Speaker 26: Oh, Caesar, read mine first? Who minds a suit that
touches Caesar? Neer read it?
Speaker 11: Greet Caesar, what touches us? Ourself shall be last served?
Speaker 26: Delay not Caesar? Read instantly?
Speaker 11: What is the fellow? Mag Sira?
Speaker 25: Give place?
Speaker 13: What urge your petitions in the street? Come to the capitol.
Speaker 1: Caesar goes up to the Senate House. The rest following.
I wish your enterprise today may thrive?
Speaker 13: What enterprise?
Speaker 1: Popilius fare you well, advances to Caesar.
Speaker 3: What said Popilius Lina?
Speaker 13: He wished today our enterprise might thrive. I fear our
purpose is discovered.
Speaker 3: Look how he makes to Caesar mark.
Speaker 13: Him Kaska be sudden, for we fear prevention, brutus, What
should be done? If this be known? Cassius or Caesar
never shall turn back, for I will slay myself.
Speaker 3: Cassius be constant. Papilius Lina speaks not of our purposes.
For look he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
Speaker 13: Tribonius knows his time, for look you, brutus. He draws
marc Antony out of the way.
Speaker 1: Exi and Antony and Trebonius.
Speaker 18: Where is metellusm Let him go, and presently prefer his
suit to Caesar.
Speaker 3: He is addressed, press near and second him.
Speaker 7: Causka, you are the first that rear as your hand.
Speaker 11: Are we all ready? What is now amiss that Caesar
and his senate must redress.
Speaker 19: Most high, most mighty, and most puscient Caesar, Mattil's climber
throws before thy seat, an humble heart kneeling.
Speaker 11: I must prevent thee simber these couchings and these lowly
courtesies might fire the blood of ordinary men and turn
preordinance and first Decree into the law of children. Be
not fond to think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
that will be thawed from the true quality with that
which melteth fools. I mean sweet words, low crooked curtsies
and base spaniel fawning Thy brother by decree is banished.
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
No Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause will he
be satisfied.
Speaker 19: Is there no voice more worthy than my own to
sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear? For the repealing
of my bandish brother.
Speaker 3: I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar, desiring
thee that Publius Smber may have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Speaker 13: What brutus pardon Caesar? Caesar, pardon as those to thy
foot do Cathy's fall to beg enfranchisement for Publius Simba.
Speaker 11: I could be well moved if I were as you,
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant, as the northern star, of whose
true fixed and resting quality. There is no fellow in
the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks. They
are all fire, and every one doth shine. But there's
but one in all doth hold his place. So in
the world tis furnished well with men, and men are
flesh and blood and apprehensive. Yet in the number I
do know but one that unassailable, holes on his rank,
unshaked of motion, and that I am. He let me
a little show it even in this that I was
constant Simber should be banished, and constant do remain to
keep him?
Speaker 27: So?
Speaker 11: Oh Caesar, Hence wilt thou lift up Olympus, Great Jesus
doth not Brutus bookless Neil speak cabs.
Speaker 1: For me Kaska first, then the other conspirators, and Brutus
stab Caesar it.
Speaker 11: Two brute then fall Caesar dies.
Speaker 7: Liberty, freedom, tywanny is dead. Run hence proclaim, cry it
about the streets.
Speaker 13: Some to the common pulpits, and try out liberty, freedom,
and enfranchisement.
Speaker 3: People and senators be not affrighted, fly not stand stiff.
Ambition's debt is paid.
Speaker 10: Go to the pulpit.
Speaker 18: Brutus and Cassius too.
Speaker 3: Where is Publius here?
Speaker 7: Quite confounded with this mutiny.
Speaker 19: Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's should chance not.
Speaker 3: Of standing Publius, good cheer. There is no harm intended
to your person, nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.
Speaker 13: And leave us Publius, lest that the people rushing on
should do your age so mischief, do.
Speaker 3: So, and let no man abide this deed.
Speaker 1: But we the doers re enter Trebonius.
Speaker 13: Where is Antony fled to his house?
Speaker 11: Amazed?
Speaker 19: Men, wives and children stare cry out and run, as
it would doomsday fates.
Speaker 3: We will know your pleasures that we shall die. We
know 'tis but the time and drawing days out that
men stand upon.
Speaker 13: Why he that cuts off twenty years of life cuts
off so many years of fearing death?
Speaker 3: Grant that? And then is death a benefit? So are
we Caesar's friends that have abridged his time of fearing death?
Stoop Romans, stoop, and let us bathe our hands in
Caesar's blood up to the elbows, and besmear our swords.
Then walk we forth even to the market place, and
waving our red weapons or our heads, let's all cry peace,
freedom and liberty.
Speaker 13: Stoop them and wash How many ages? Hence shall this
are lofty scene be acted over in states unborn and
accents yet unknown?
Speaker 3: How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport that now
on Pompey's basis lies along no worthier than the dust?
Speaker 13: So oft as that shall be? So often shall the
naught of us be called the men that gave their
country liberty?
Speaker 18: What shall we force.
Speaker 13: Aye every man away? Brutus shall lead, and we will
grace his heels with the most boldest and best hearts
of Rome.
Speaker 3: Enter a servant soft who comes here, a friend of Antony's.
Speaker 23: Thus Brutus, did my master bid me kneel? Thus did
Marc Antony bid me fall down and being prostrate. Thus
he bade me, say, Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest.
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving. Say I love Brutus,
and I honor him. Say I feared Caesar, honored him
and loved him. If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony may
safely come to him and be resolved, how Caesar hath
deserved to lie in death. Marc 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.
Speaker 3: Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman. I never
thought him worse. Tell him, so, pleads him, come unto
this place. He shall be satisfied, and by my honor
depart untouched.
Speaker 23: I'll fetch him presently, except.
Speaker 3: I know that we shall have him well to friend.
Speaker 13: I wish we may, But yet I have a mind
that fears him much, and my misgiving still falls shrewdly
to the purpose.
Speaker 3: Ah, but here comes Antony.
Speaker 1: Re enter Antony.
Speaker 12: Welcome, Marc Antony o mighty Caesar, dost thou lie 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's rank? If I myself, there is no hour so
fit as Caesar's death 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 ye,
if you bear me hard now, whilst your purpled hands
do wreak and smoke, fulfill your pleasure, live a thousand years.
I shall not find myself so apt to die. 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.
Speaker 3: Oh 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
pitiful and pity to the general wrong of Rome. As
fire drives out fire, so pity pity hath done this
deed on Caesar for your part to you.
Speaker 20: Our swords have.
Speaker 3: 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.
Speaker 13: Your voice shall be as strong as any man than
the disposing of new dignities.
Speaker 3: Only be patient until we have appeased the multitude beside
themselves with fear, and then we will deliver you the cause.
Why I that did love Caesar when I struck him,
have thus proceeded.
Speaker 12: I doubt not of your wisdom. 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, Senna, and my valant Caska yours,
though last not last in love, yours Good Trobonius. 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 tis true? If
then thy spirit look upon us? Now? Shall it not
grieve thee dearer than thy death, to see thy thy
Anthony making his peace, shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
most noble in the presence of thy course. Had I
as many eyes as thou hast wounds weeping as fast
as they stream forth thy blood, it would become me
better than to close in terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius. Here wast thou bade brave heart? Here
didst thou fall? And here thy hunters stand signed in
thy spoil and crimsoned in thy lithy o world. Thou
wast the forest to this heart, and this indeed O
world the heart of thee. How like a deer strucken
by many princes, dost thou here, lie mac Antony, Pardon me,
Caius Cassius, the enemies of Caesar shall say this, then
in a friend it is cold modesty.
Speaker 13: I'd blame you not for praising Caesar. So, but what
compact mean you to have with us? Will you be
pricked in number of our friends?
Speaker 4: Oh?
Speaker 13: Shall we own and not depend on you?
Speaker 12: Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed swayed 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 or else.
Speaker 3: This was a savage spectacle. Our reasons are so full
of good regard that were you Antony, the son of Caesar,
you should be satisfied.
Speaker 12: That's all I seek, and am moreover suitor, that I
may produce his body to the market place and in
the pulpit, as becomes a friend, speak in the order
of his funeral.
Speaker 3: You shall mark Antony Brutus word.
Speaker 1: With you aside to Brutus.
Speaker 13: You know not what you do. Do not consent that
Antony speak in his funeral? Know you how much the
people may be moved by that which he will utter.
Speaker 3: By your pardon, I will myself into the pulpit first
and show the reason of our Caesar's 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 rights and lawful ceremonies. It shall advantage more
than do us wrong.
Speaker 13: I know not what may foe. I like it not.
Speaker 3: Mark Antony here, take you Caesar's body. You shall not
in your funeral speech, blame us, but speak all good
you can devise of Caesar, and say you do it
by our permission. Else shall you not have any hand
at all about his funeral? And you shall speak in
the same pulpit where to I am going. After my
speech is ended, be.
Speaker 12: It so I do desire no more.
Speaker 3: Prepare the body then, and follow.
Speaker 1: Us accient all but antony, Oh.
Speaker 12: Pardon me, thou, bleeding peace of earth, that I am
meek and gentle with these butchers. Thou art the ruins
of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide
of times, to the hand that shed this costly blood
over thy wounds. Now I do prophecy, which, like dumb
mouths do ope their ruby lips to beg the voice
and utterance of my tongue. A curse shall light upon
the limbs of men. Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
shall cumber all the parts of Italy. Blood and destruction
shall be so in use, and dreadful objects so familiar
that mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants
quartered with the hands of war, all pity choked with
custom of felled deeds, and Caesar's spirit raging for revenge,
with Atti by his side, come hot from hell. Shall
in these confines with a monarch's voice, cry havoc, and
let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed
shall smell above the earth with carrion men groaning for burial.
Speaker 1: Enter a servant.
Speaker 12: You serve Octavius Caesar, Do you not I do mark
Antony Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
Speaker 23: He did receive his letters, and is coming. And bid
me say to you by word of mouth, Oh Caesar,
seeing the.
Speaker 12: Body, thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep
passion I see is catching for mine eyes, seeing those
beads of sorrow stand in nine begin to water. Is
thy master coming?
Speaker 23: He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
Speaker 12: Post back with speed and tell him what hath chanced?
Here is a morning Rome, a dangerous rome, no rom
of safety. Fractavius yet high hence and tell him so
Yet stay awhile thou shalt not back till I have
borne this course into the market place. There shall I
try in my oration how the people take the cruel
issue of these bloody men. According to the witch, thou
shalt discourse to young Octavius of the state of things,
lend me your hand.
Speaker 1: Accient with Caesar's body two the forum, enter Brutus and
Cassius and a throng of citizens.
Speaker 6: We will be satisfied. Let us be satisfied.
Speaker 3: 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 him stay here. Those
that will follow Cassius go with him, and public reasons
shall be rendered of Caesar's death.
Speaker 9: I will hear Brutus speak.
Speaker 15: I will hear Cassius and compare their reasons. When severally
we hear them.
Speaker 1: Rendered, exit Cassius with some of the citizens, Brutus goes
into the pulpit.
Speaker 6: The noble Brutus is ascended.
Speaker 3: Silence, be patient till the last romans, countrymen and lovers
hear me for my cause, and be silent that you
may hear. Believe me for mine honor, and have respect
to mine honor. That you may believe Sendsure me and
your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the
better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any
dear friend of Caesar's. To him, I say that Brutus's
love to Caesar was no less than his. If then
that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar. This is
my answer, not that I loved Caesar less, but that
I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living
and die all slaves than that Caesar were dead to
live all free men. As Caesar loved me, I weep
for him. As he was fortunate, I rejoice at it.
As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he
was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love,
joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, 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, none, Then none have I offended. I have
done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus.
The question of his death is enrolled in the capitol.
His glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy, nor his
offenses enforced, for which he suffered death.
Speaker 1: Enter Antony and others with Caesar's body.
Speaker 3: Here comes his body, mourned by mark Antony, who, though
he had no hand in his death, shall receive the
benefit of his dying a place in the commonwealth, 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 myself. When it shall
please my country to need my death.
Speaker 15: Live live.
Speaker 9: Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
Speaker 15: Give him a statue with his ancestors.
Speaker 6: Let him be Caesar.
Speaker 5: Caesar's better part shall be crowned in Brutus.
Speaker 9: We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors.
Speaker 15: My countrymen, Peace, silence, Brutus speaks.
Speaker 3: Peace Ho, good countryman. Let me depart alone, and for
my sake stay here with Antony. Do grace to Caesar's corpse,
and grace his speech tending to Caesar's glories, which mark Antony,
by our permission, is allowed to make. I do entreat you.
Not a man departs save I alone till Antony have spoke.
Speaker 9: Stay ho, and let us hear mark Antony.
Speaker 6: Let him go up into the public chair. We'll hear him,
noble Anti, go up.
Speaker 12: For Brutus's sake, I am beholding.
Speaker 1: To you, goes into the pulpit.
Speaker 26: What does he say of Brutus?
Speaker 6: He says, for brutus sake, he finds himself beholding to us.
Speaker 20: All to her best.
Speaker 28: He speak no harm of Brutus here.
Speaker 9: This Caesar was a tyrant.
Speaker 6: Nay, that's certain. We are blessed that Rome is rid
of him.
Speaker 15: Peace. Let us hear what Antony can say.
Speaker 12: You gentle Romans, peace, ho let 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 interred 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 answered it here under
leave of Brutus and the rest. For Brutus is an
honorable man, so are they all all honorable men? Come
I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend,
faithful and just to me. But Brutus says he was ambitious,
and Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many
captives home to Rome, whose ransoms did the general coffers fill?
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor
have cried Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of
sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus
is an honorable man. You all did see that on
the lupercale 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 honorable 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 withholds
you then to mourn for him? Oh judgment, Thou art
fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.
Speaker 15: Bear with me.
Speaker 12: My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, and
I must pause till it come back to me.
Speaker 9: Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
Speaker 15: If thou consider rightly of the matter. Caesar has had
great wrong.
Speaker 6: Has he? Masters? I fear there will a worse come
in his place.
Speaker 5: Marked Ye his words, he would not take the crown.
Speaker 28: Therefore tis certain he was not ambitious.
Speaker 9: If it be found, so some will dear abide it.
Speaker 15: Poor soul, his eyes are as red as fire with weeping.
Speaker 6: There's not a nobler man in Rome than Anthony.
Speaker 10: Now mark him.
Speaker 5: He begins again to speak.
Speaker 12: 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 disposed
to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong, who you
all know are honorable men. I will not do them wrong.
I rather choose to wrong the dead, to wrong myself
and you. Then I will wrong such honorable men. But
here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar. I found
it in his closet. 'tis 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
Caesar's wounds and dip their napkins in his sacred blood.
YEA beg a hair of him from memory, and dying
mention it within their wills bequeathing it as a rich
legacy unto their issue.
Speaker 5: Will hear the will? Read it, marc Antony, the will,
the will, we will hear Caesar.
Speaker 12: Will have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it.
It is not meet You know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men,
and being men, bearing the will of Caesar, it will
inflame you. It will make you mad. Tis good? You
know not that you are his heirs. For if you should, oh,
what would come of it?
Speaker 28: Read the will?
Speaker 1: We'll hear it.
Speaker 28: Antony, you shall read us the will, Caesar's will?
Speaker 12: Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile I have
or shot myself to tell you of it? I fear
I wrong. The honorable men whose daggers have stabbed Caesar,
I do fear it.
Speaker 20: They were traitors, honorable men, the will.
Speaker 15: The testaments, they were villains, murderers, the will. Read the will.
Speaker 12: You will compel me then to read the will. Then
make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, and let
me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend,
and will you give me leave?
Speaker 17: Come down?
Speaker 15: Descend?
Speaker 6: You shall have leave?
Speaker 1: Antony comes down a ring, stand round.
Speaker 9: Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
Speaker 15: Room for antony, most noble Antony.
Speaker 12: Nay, press not so upon me, stand far.
Speaker 1: Off, stand back room, bear back.
Speaker 12: 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, twas on a summer's evening
in his tent. That day he overcame the nervie eye.
Look in this place, ran Cassius's dagger through. See what
a rent the envious Kaska made through this? The well
beloved Brutus stabbed, and as he plucked his cursed steel away.
Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, as rushing
out of doors to be resolved if Brutus so unkindly
knocked or no. For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel, Judge,
O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him. This was
the most unkindest cut of all. For when the noble
Caesar saw him stab in gratitude more strong than traitors's arms,
quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart and in
his mantle, muffling up his face even at the base
of Pompey Statua, which all the while ran blood. Great
Caesar fell. Oh what a fall was there, my countryman?
Then I and you and all of us fell down,
whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Oh now you weep,
and I perceive you feel the dint of pity. These
are gracious drops, kind souls. What weep you when you
but behold are Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, here
is himself marred as you see with traders.
Speaker 9: Oh piteous spectacle, Oh noble Caesar.
Speaker 6: Oh woeful day, oh traders.
Speaker 9: Villains, Oh most bloody sight.
Speaker 15: We will be revenged, seek fire killed.
Speaker 12: Let me live, stay countryman, peace.
Speaker 9: There hear the noble antony.
Speaker 15: We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
Speaker 12: Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
to such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have
done this deed are honorable. What private griefs they have?
Alas I know not that made them do it? They
are wise and honorable, 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 public
leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit,
nor words, nor worth, action, nor utterance, nor the power
of speech to stir men's blood. I only speak right on,
And I tell you that which you yourselves do know.
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, and
bid them speak from 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 the stones of Rome to rise, and mutiny.
Speaker 6: Will burn the house of Brutus away. Then come seek
the conspirators.
Speaker 12: Yet hear me, countrymen, Yet hear.
Speaker 15: Me speak peep ho here Antony, most.
Speaker 12: Noble, Why friends you go to? Do you know not what?
Wherein has Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas you know not?
I must tell you? Then you have forgot the will
I told you of.
Speaker 15: Most do the will.
Speaker 9: Let's stay and here the will.
Speaker 12: Here is the will, and under Caesar seal to every
Roman citizen. He gives to every several man seventy five drachmas.
Speaker 15: Most noble. Caesar will revenge his death, Oh royal Caesar.
Speaker 12: Hear me with patience. Please, how moreover he hath left
you all his walks, his private arbors, and new planted
orchards on this side of Tiber. He hath left them
you and to your heirs forever common pleasures to walk
abroad and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar. One comes
such another never.
Speaker 9: Never come away away, will burn his body in the
holy place, and with the brands fire the trader's houses.
Take up the body, go fetch fire.
Speaker 6: Pluck down benches.
Speaker 1: Pluck down forms, windows, anything Accian citizens with the body.
Speaker 12: Now let it work mischief. Thou art afoot? Take thou
what course thou wilt.
Speaker 1: Enter a servant?
Speaker 23: Ho Now, fellow, Sir Octavius is already come to Rome.
Speaker 12: Where is he?
Speaker 23: He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
Speaker 12: And thither will I straight to visit him. He comes
upon a wish fortune is merry, and in this mood
will give us anything.
Speaker 23: I heard him say. Brutus and Cassius are rid like
madmen through the gates of Rome.
Speaker 12: Belike they had some notice of the people. How I
had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
Speaker 1: Acciant Scene three a street. Enter Sinna the poet.
Speaker 28: I dreamt to night that I did feast with Caesar
and sings unlucky charge my fantasy. I have no will
to wander foth of doss. It's something leads me false.
Speaker 1: Anenter, citizens, What is your name?
Speaker 15: Whither are you going?
Speaker 6: Where do you dwell?
Speaker 5: Are you a married man or a bachelor?
Speaker 15: Answer every man directly, I, and briefly.
Speaker 6: I, and wisely I, and truly you were best?
Speaker 28: What is my name? Better? I am a going, But
do it well? Am I married to a bachelor? Then
to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly wisely,
I say I am a bachelor.
Speaker 15: That's as much as to say they are fools that marry.
You'll bear me a bang for that. I fear. Proceed directly, directly.
Speaker 28: I am going to Cesar's funeral.
Speaker 9: As a friend or an enemy as a friend.
Speaker 15: That matter is answered directly, for you're dwelling.
Speaker 28: Briefly, briefly, dwell by the capitol name, sir, truly, truly,
my name is Sinna.
Speaker 9: Tear him to pieces. He's a conspirator.
Speaker 28: I'm sinator poet. I'm sinator poet.
Speaker 7: Tear him for his bad verses.
Speaker 1: Tear him for.
Speaker 28: His bad verses. I'm not conspirator.
Speaker 1: It is no matter. His name is sinna pluck but
his name out of his heart and.
Speaker 6: Turn him going, tear him, tear him Combrand's hoe. Firebrands
to Brutus, to Cassius Bernal, some Todyseus house, and some
to Kascas, some to Ligurius. Away go Accient.
Speaker 1: End of Act three, Act four, Scene one, a house
in Rome, Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus seated at a table.
Speaker 12: These money then shall die. Their names are pricked.
Speaker 20: Your brother too must die.
Speaker 29: Consent you, Lepidus, I do consent.
Speaker 20: Prick him down Anthony.
Speaker 17: Upon condition, Publius shall not live. Who is your sister's son,
Mark Anthony.
Speaker 12: He shall not live? Look with a spot I damn him.
But Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house, fetch the will hither,
and we shall determine how to cut off some charge
in legacies.
Speaker 17: What shall I find you here?
Speaker 20: Or here or at the capitol?
Speaker 1: Acxit, Lepidus, this is a.
Speaker 12: Slight, unmeritable man meet to be sent on errands? Is
it fit that the threefold world divided? He should stand
one of the three to share it.
Speaker 29: So you thought him and took his voice. Who should
be pricked to die? In our black sentence and.
Speaker 12: Proscription, Octavius, I have seen more days than you. And
though we lay these honors on this man to ease
ourselves of divers slanderous loads, he shall but bear them
as the ass bears gold, to groan and sweat under
the business, either led or driven, as we point the way,
and having brought our treasure where we will then take
weed down his load and turn him off, like to
the empty ass, to shake his ears and graze in commons.
Speaker 29: You may do your will, But he's a tried and
valiant soldier.
Speaker 12: So is my horse, Octavius, and for that I do
appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that
I teach to fight, to wind, to stop, to run
directly on his corporal motion governed by my spirit, and
in some taste is lepidus. But so he must be
taught and trained, and bid go forth a barren spirited fellow,
one that feeds on abjects orts and imitations, which, out
of use and staled by other men, begin his fashion.
Do not talk of him but as a property. And
now Octavius. Listen, great things Brutus and Cassius are levying powers.
We must straight make head. Therefore, let our alliance be combined,
our best friends made, our means stretched. And let us
presently go sit in council. How covert matters may be
best disclosed and open perils? Surest answered, let.
Speaker 29: Us do so, for we are at the stake, and
bade about with many enemies, and some that smile having
their hearts. I fear millions of mischiefs.
Speaker 1: Exian scene two camp near Sardes, before Brutus's tent drum.
Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and soldiers Tintinius and Pandarus. Meeting them, stand.
Speaker 30: Ho, give the word ho, and stand what now?
Speaker 3: Lucilius is Cassius near.
Speaker 30: He is at hand, and Pinderus has come to do
you salutation from his master.
Speaker 3: He greets me well, your master Pindarus, in his own
charge or by ill officers, hath given me some worthy
cause to wish things done undone. But if he be
at hand, I shall be satisfied.
Speaker 25: I do not doubt but that my noble master will appear,
such as he is, full of regard and honor, he is.
Speaker 3: Not doubted a word, Lucilius, how he received you. Let
me be resolved.
Speaker 30: With courtesy and with respect enough, but not with such
familiar instances, nor with such free and friendly conference as
he hath used of old.
Speaker 3: Thou hast described a hot friend cooling. Ever, note, Lucilius,
when love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an
enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith,
but hollow men, like horses hot at hand, may gallant
show and promise of their metal, but when they should
and endure the bloody spur, they fall their crests, and
like deceitful jades sink in the trial. Comes his army.
Speaker 30: On they mean this night in sardis to be quoted.
The greater part the horse in general are come with Cassius.
Speaker 3: Hark he has arrived low March, within march, gently on
to meet him.
Speaker 1: Enter Cassius and his powers.
Speaker 3: Stand Ho stand Ho, speak the word along, stand, stand stand.
Speaker 13: Most noble brother. You have done me wrong.
Speaker 3: Judge me you gods wrong? I mine enemies, And if
not so, how should I wrong?
Speaker 20: A brother?
Speaker 13: Brutus, This sober fom of yours hides wrongs, and when
you do.
Speaker 3: Them, Cassius, be content. Speak your griefs softly. I do
know you well before the eyes of both our armies here,
which should perceive nothing but love from us, let us
not wrangle. Bid them move away. Then in my tent, Cassius,
enlarger griefs, and I will give you audience.
Speaker 13: Bindarus, bid our commanders lead their charges off a little
from this ground.
Speaker 3: Lucilius do the like, and let no man come to
our tent till we have done our conference. Let Lucius
and Tantanius guard the door.
Speaker 1: Exant Scene three Brutus's tent enter. Brutus and Cassius.
Speaker 13: That you have wronged me doth appear in this that
you have condemned and noted Lucius Peller for taking bribes
here of the Sardians we're in my let us pray
on his side, because I knew the man was slighted off.
Speaker 3: You wronged yourself to right in such a case.
Speaker 13: In such a time as this, it is not meant
that every nice offense should bear his comment.
Speaker 3: Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned
to have an itching palm to sell and mark your
offices for gold to undeservers.
Speaker 13: I an itching palm. You know that you were brutus
that speak this, or by the gods this speech, what
else you'll last?
Speaker 3: The name of Cassius honors dis corruption and chastisement. Doth
therefore hide his head chastisement. Remember March, the IDEs of March.
Remember did not Great Julius bleed for justice's sake? What
villain touched his body that did stab? And not for justice?
What shall one of us that struck the foremost 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 honors for so much trash
as may be grasped. Thus I had rather be a
dog and bay the moon than such.
Speaker 13: A Roman brutus.
Speaker 9: Bay me not.
Speaker 13: I'll not endure it. You forget yourself to hedge me in.
I am a soldier, I holder in practice, abler than
yourself to make conditions go to.
Speaker 3: You are not Cassius, I am. I say you are.
Speaker 13: Not urge me no more? I shall forget myself. Have
mind upon your health. Tempt me no further away, slight
man ist possible hear me, for I will speak.
Speaker 3: Must I give way and room to your rash collar?
Shall I be frightened when a madman stares?
Speaker 31: Now?
Speaker 13: Ye, Gods, ye, gods. Must I endure all this?
Speaker 3: All this I more fret till your proud heart break.
Go show your slaves how chileric you are, and make
your bondman tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you?
Must I stand and crouch under your testy humor? By
the gods, you shall digest the venom of your spleen,
though it do split you. For from this day forth
I use you for my mirth, yea for my lefter
when you are waspish?
Speaker 13: Is it come to this?
Speaker 3: You say you are a better soldier? Let it appears.
So make your vaunting true, and it shall please me well.
For my own part, I shall be glad to learn
of noble men.
Speaker 13: You wrong me every way you wrong me. Brutus, I
said an elder soldier, not a better? Did I say better?
Speaker 3: If you did? I care not?
Speaker 13: When Caesar lived, he does not thus have moved me
peace peace.
Speaker 3: You durst not so have tempted him.
Speaker 13: I dost not know, but does not tempt.
Speaker 3: Him for your life, you durst not.
Speaker 13: Do not presume too much upon my love. I may
do that, I shall be sorry for you.
Speaker 3: Have done that. You should be sorry for. There is
no terror, Cassius in your threats, For I am armed
so strong in honesty that they pass by me as
the idle wind, which I respect.
Speaker 25: Not.
Speaker 3: I did send to you for certain sums of gold,
which you denied me, For I can raise no money
by vile means by heaven. I had rather coined my
heart and drop my blood for Drachmas, 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 denied me. Was that done
like Cassius? Should I have answered Caius? Cassius, So when
Marcus Brutus grows so covetous to lock such rascal counters
from his friends, be ready, Gods, with all your thunderbolts,
dash him to pieces.
Speaker 13: I denied you, not, you did, I did not. He
was but a fool that brought my answer back. Brutus
hath rived my heart. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
but Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Speaker 3: I do not till you practice them on me.
Speaker 13: You love me not.
Speaker 3: I do not like your faults.
Speaker 13: A friendly I could never see such faults.
Speaker 3: A flatterers would not, though they do appear as huge
as high.
Speaker 13: Olympus, Come, Anthony and young Octavius. Come revenge yourselves alone
on Cassius. For Cassius is a weary of the world,
hated by one he loves, braved by his brother, checked
like a bondman, all his faults observed, set in a
note book, learned and conned by Rote to cast into
my teeth. No I could weep my spirit from mine eyes.
There is my dagger, and hear my naked breast within
a heart dearer than plutus, mine richer than gold. If
that thou be, sir Roman, take it forth, I that
denied thee gold would give my heart strike as thou
didst at Caesar. For I know when thou didst hate
him worse, thou lovest him better than ever thou lovest Cassius.
Speaker 3: Sheathe your dagger. Be angry when you will it shall
have scope, do what you will dishonor shall be humor.
Oh Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb that carries
anger as the flint bears fire, who much enforced, shows
a hasty spark, and straight is cold again.
Speaker 13: Hath Cassius lived to be but mirth and laughter to
his Brutus, when grief and blood ill tempered, vexed.
Speaker 3: Him when I spoke that I was ill tempered too?
Speaker 13: Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Speaker 3: And my heart too, Oh Brutus, what's the matter?
Speaker 13: Have not you love enough to bear with me? When
that rath's humor which my mother gave me makes me forget.
Speaker 3: Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, when you are over earnest
with your Brutus, he'll think your mother chides and leave you.
Speaker 25: So within, let me go in to see the generals.
There's some grudge between them? Tis not meet. They be
alone within.
Speaker 30: You shall not come to them.
Speaker 25: Within Nothing but death shall stay.
Speaker 1: Me, enter poet, followed by Lucilius, Titanius, and Lucius.
Speaker 13: Now what's the matter?
Speaker 25: 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 ha ha.
Speaker 13: How vilely doth this cynic rhyme.
Speaker 3: Get you Hens, surah saucy fellow Hens.
Speaker 13: Bear with him. Brutus tis his fashion.
Speaker 3: I'll know his humor when he knows his time. What
should the wars do with these jigging fools? Companion Hence away,
away be gone, Exit Poet Lucilius and Tenttenius bid the
commanders prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
Speaker 13: And come yourselves and bring massala with you immediately to.
Speaker 1: Us, Excient Lucilius and Tantanius.
Speaker 3: Lucius a bowl of wine.
Speaker 1: Exit, Lucius.
Speaker 13: I did not think you could have been so angry.
Speaker 3: Oh Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
Speaker 13: Of your philosophy. You make no use if you give
place to accidental evils.
Speaker 3: No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
Speaker 13: Hah posha, she is dead. Have scaped I killing when
I crossed you? So oh, insupportable and touching loss upon
what sickness?
Speaker 3: Impatient of my absence and grief that young Tavius with
marc Antony have made themselves so strong, for with her
death that tidings came. With this she fell distract and
her attendants absent, swallowed.
Speaker 13: Fire and died so even so, oh ye immortal gods.
Speaker 1: Re enter Lucius with wine and Taper.
Speaker 3: Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of
wine in this I bury all unkindness. Cassius.
Speaker 13: My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge fil Lucius
to the wine. I swell the cup. I cannot drink
too much of brutish love.
Speaker 1: Come in Titanius, except Lucius re enter Tantanius with massillah.
Speaker 3: Welcome, good massalah. Now sit we close about Taper here
and call in question our necessities.
Speaker 13: Posia art thou gone no more?
Speaker 3: I pray you, Missala. I have here received letters that
young Octavius and marc Antony come down upon us with
a mighty power, bending their expedition toward.
Speaker 5: PHILIPPI myself have letters of the self same.
Speaker 3: Tenor with what addition that, by.
Speaker 5: Prescription and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony and Lepidus have
put to death an one hundred senators.
Speaker 3: Therein our letters do not well agree mine speak of
seventy senators that died by their prescriptions, Cicero being one.
Speaker 5: Cicero one Cicero is dead, and by that order of prescription,
had you your letters from your wife.
Speaker 3: My lord, no Massala.
Speaker 5: Nor nothing in your letters rid of her.
Speaker 3: Nothing Massala that me think is strange? Why ask you
here you ought of her in yours? No, my Lord,
Now as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Speaker 5: Then, like a Roman, bear the truth. I tell for
certain she is dead. And by strange.
Speaker 3: Manner, Why farewell, Poortia, we must die Massallah with meditating
that she must die once. I have the patience to
endure it.
Speaker 5: Now, even so, great men, great losses should endure.
Speaker 13: I have as much of this in aught as you.
Yet my nature could not bear it.
Speaker 3: So well to our work alive. What do you think
of marching to Philippi? Presently?
Speaker 13: I do not think it good?
Speaker 3: Your reason this?
Speaker 13: It is tis better that the enemy seek us, So
shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, doing him
self offense, whilst we lying still are full of rest,
defense and nimbleness.
Speaker 3: Good reasons must of force give place to better. The
people TwixT Philippi and this ground do stand but in
a forced affection, for they have grudged us contribution. The
enemy marching along by them, by them, shall make a
fuller number up. Come on, refreshed, new added and encouraged,
from which advantage shall we cut him off? If at
Philippi we do face him. There these people.
Speaker 6: At our back hear me, good brother.
Speaker 3: Under your pardon, you must note beside that we have
tried the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim full,
our cause is ripe. The enemy increaseth every day. We
at the high are ready to decline. There is a
tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood,
leads on to fortune omitted. All the voyage of their
life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such
a full sea are we now afloat, and we must
take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Speaker 13: Then, with your will go on we'll along ourselves and
meet them at Philippi.
Speaker 3: The deep of night is crept upon our talk, and
nature must obey necessity, which we will niggart. With a
little rest, there is no more to.
Speaker 13: Say, no more good night. Early to morrow we will rise, and.
Speaker 1: Hence Lucius enter Lucius my gown, except Lucius.
Speaker 3: Farewell, good Massala, good night tantanius, noble, noble Cassius, good night,
and good repose.
Speaker 13: Oh my dear brother, this was an ill beginning to
the night. Never come such division between our souls, is
it not.
Speaker 3: Brutus, Everything is well. Good night, my lord, good night,
good brother.
Speaker 27: Good night, Lord Brutus.
Speaker 1: Farewell everyone Axcient, all but Brutus re enter Lucius with
the gown.
Speaker 3: Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Speaker 4: Here in the tent?
Speaker 3: What thou speakest drowsily, poor knave, I blame thee, not
thou art or watched. Call Claudius and some other of
my men. I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Speaker 4: Borrow and Clodius enter.
Speaker 1: Varro and Claudius calls.
Speaker 8: My lord.
Speaker 3: I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
It may be I shall raise you by and by
on business to my brother Cassius.
Speaker 10: So please you.
Speaker 23: We will stand and watch your pleasure.
Speaker 4: I will not have it.
Speaker 3: So lie down, good sirs, it may be I shall
otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for,
so I put it in the pocket of my gown.
Speaker 1: Varro and Claudius lie down.
Speaker 4: I was sure your lordship did not give it to me.
Speaker 3: Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful canst
thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile and touch thy
instrumental strain or two?
Speaker 4: Ay, my lord, I please you, it does.
Speaker 3: My boy, I trouble THEE too much, But thou art willing.
Speaker 4: It is my duties, sir.
Speaker 3: Thy should not urge thy duty past thy might. I know,
young bloods, look for a time of rest.
Speaker 4: I have slept, my lord, already it.
Speaker 3: Was well done, and thou shalt sleep again. I will
not hold thee long. If I do live, I will
be good to THEE.
Speaker 1: Music and a song.
Speaker 3: This is a sleepy tune, O murderous slumber. Layest thou
thy lead en mace upon my boy that plays THEE music,
gentle knave, good night. I will not do THEE so
much wrong to wake THEE. If thou dost nod, thou
break'st thy instrument, I'll take it from thee, and good.
Speaker 6: Boy, good night.
Speaker 3: Let me see. Let me see, is not the leaf
turned down where I left reading here?
Speaker 1: It is, I think, enter the ghost of Caesar.
Speaker 3: Ow ill this taper burns? Ha who comes here? I
think it is the weakness of my eyes that shapes
this monstrous apparition comes upon me. Art thou any thing
art thou some god, some angel, or some devil that
makes my blood cold and my hair to stare to
speak to me?
Speaker 11: What thou art thy evil spirit?
Speaker 3: Brutus, Why comest thou.
Speaker 11: To tell THEE thou shalt see me at Philippie?
Speaker 3: Well, then I shall see THEE again.
Speaker 11: I aunt Philippi.
Speaker 3: Why I will see THEE at Philippi?
Speaker 1: Then axet ghost.
Speaker 3: Now I have taken heart. Thou vanishest ill spirit. I
would hold more talk with thee boy Lucius Viri Cloudius
Sirs awake, Cloudius.
Speaker 4: The strings, my Lord are foss He.
Speaker 3: Thinks he is still at his instrument. Lucius, awake, my Lord.
Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so christ out?
Speaker 6: My Lord?
Speaker 4: I do not know that I did cry?
Speaker 3: Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything nothing my sleep? Again?
Lucius Sarah Claudius to borrow fellow, Thou awake, my.
Speaker 7: Lord, my Lord?
Speaker 3: Why did you so cry, Outsirs? In your sleep? Did
my Lord I saw you anything?
Speaker 13: No?
Speaker 23: My Lord, I saw nothing.
Speaker 3: No, I my lord, go and commend me to my
brother Cassius. Bid him set on his powers betimes before
and we will follow.
Speaker 1: It shall be done, my lord accent. End of Act four,
Act five, Scene one. The plains of Philippi enter Octavius
Antony and their army.
Speaker 29: Now Antony, our hopes are answered. You said the enemy
would not come down, but keep the hills in upper regions.
It proves not so. Their battles are at hand. They
mean to warn us at Philippi here answering before we
do demand of them.
Speaker 12: Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know wherefore
they do it. They could be content to visit other
places and come down with fearful bravery, thinking by this
face to fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
But tis not so.
Speaker 7: Enter a messenger, prepare you, generals. The enemy comes on
and gallanchow their bloody son of bethilas hung out, and
something to be done immediately.
Speaker 12: Octavius, lead your battle softly on upon the left hand
of the even field.
Speaker 20: Upon the right hand. I keep thou the left. Why
do you cross me in this exigen I do not
cross you, but I will do so.
Speaker 1: March drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius and their army, Lucilius, Tintinius,
Messila and others.
Speaker 3: They stand and would have parley.
Speaker 13: Stun fast Antenius, we must out.
Speaker 29: And talk, Mark Antony, Shall we give sign a battle?
Speaker 12: No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make fourth,
the generals would have some words.
Speaker 29: Stir not until the signal, words before blows?
Speaker 3: Is it so, countrymen, not.
Speaker 29: That we love words better as you do.
Speaker 3: Good words are better than bad strokes.
Speaker 12: Octavious in your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the whole you made in Caesar's heart, crying live
long hail.
Speaker 13: Caesar, Antony. The posture of your blows are yet unknown,
but for your words they rub the hoblebees and leave
them honeyless, not stingless too.
Speaker 3: Oh yes, and soundless too, for you have stolen their
buzzing antony, and very wisely threat before you sting.
Speaker 12: Villains, you did not sew when your vile daggers hacked
one another in the sides of Caesar. You showed your
teeth like apes, and fonnd like hounds, and fouled like
bond men, kissing Caesar's feet, whilst damned Kaska like a
cur behind, struck Caesar on the neck.
Speaker 13: Oh, you flatterers, flatterers, now, Brutus, thank yourself this tongue
had not offended. So today, if Cassius might have.
Speaker 29: Ruled, come come the cause. If arguing made us sweat,
the proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look,
I draw a sword against conspirators. When think you that
the sword goes up again? Never till Caesar's three and
thirty wounds be well avenged, or till another Caesar have
added slaughter to the sword of traders.
Speaker 3: Caesar, thou catst not die by trader's hands unless thou
break'st them with thee.
Speaker 29: So I hope I was not born to die on
Brutus's sword.
Speaker 3: Oh, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, young man,
thou could'st not die more honorably.
Speaker 13: A peevish schoolboy worthless of such honor, joined with a
masker and a reveler.
Speaker 12: Old Cassius.
Speaker 29: Still come Antony away, defiance, traitors, hurrow we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the field.
If not, when you have stomachs.
Speaker 1: Egsy and Octavius, Antony and their army.
Speaker 13: Why now blow wind, swell, billow, and swim bark. The
storm is up and all is on the hazard O
Lucilius hark a word.
Speaker 1: With you, standing forth, My lord Brutus and Lucilius converse
a part, Massala, standing forth, What says my general.
Speaker 13: Massala, This is my birthday, as this very day was
Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Massala, be thou my witness.
They get my will as POMPEII was. Am I compelled
to set upon one battle? Are our liberties? You know
that I held Epicurus strong and his opinion. Now I
change my mind and partly credit things that do presage
coming from Sardis on our former ensign to mighty eagles fell,
and there they perched, gorging and feeding from our soldier's hands, who,
to Philippi here consorted us this morning, they are fled
away and gone, And in their steads do ravens, crows
and kites. For I owe our heads and downward look
on us as we were sickly pray. Their shadows seem
a canopy most fatal, under which our army lies, ready
to give up.
Speaker 5: The ghosts believe not so, but.
Speaker 13: I believe it partly for I am fresh of spirit
and resolve to meet all perils very constantly.
Speaker 31: Even so, Lucilius now, most noble Brutus, the gods to
day stand friendly, that we may love us in peace,
lead on our days to age.
Speaker 13: But since the affairs of men rest still in certain,
let's reason with the worst that may be full. If
we do lose this battle, then is this the very
last time we shall speak together? What are you then
determined to do?
Speaker 3: Even by the rule of that philosophy by which I
did blame Cato for the death which he did give himself,
I know not how, but I do find it cowardly
and file for fear of what might fall, so to
prevent the time of life, arming myself with patience, to
stay the providence of some high powers that govern us below.
Speaker 13: Then if we lose this battle, you are content to
be led in triumph through the streets of Rome.
Speaker 3: No, Cassius, No think not thou, noble Roman, that ever
Brutus will go bound to Rome. He bears too great
a mind. But this same day must end that work
the IDEs of march begun, And whether we shall meet
again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell, take forever
and forever farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why
we shall smile? If not, why then this parting was
well made.
Speaker 13: Forever and forever, farewell Brutus. If we do meet again,
we'll smile. Indeed, if not tis true this parting was
well made.
Speaker 3: Why then lead on, oh, that a man might know
the end of this day's business. Ere it come, but
it sufficeth that the ay will end, and then the
end is known? Come ho away.
Speaker 1: Acient Scene two. The same the field of battle, Alarum
and her Brutus and Messala.
Speaker 3: Ride, Ride Massala, ride and give these bills unto the
legions on the other side.
Speaker 1: Loud Alarum.
Speaker 3: Let them set on at once, for I perceive but
gold demeanor in Octavius's wing and sudden push gives them
the overthrow. Right, ride Massalah, let them all come down.
Speaker 1: Acient Scene three. Another part of the field. Alarums enter
Cassius and Tantanius.
Speaker 13: Oh look, Tintanious, look the villains fly. Myself have to
mine own turned enemy. The sense in here of mine
was turning back. I slew the coward and did take
it from him o Cassius.
Speaker 27: Brutus gave the word too early, who, having some advantage
in Octavius, took it to eagerly as old is felt
to spoil, whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
Speaker 25: Enter Penderus, fly further off, my lord, Fly further off
marc Antony is in your tints, my lord fly Therefore,
noble Cassius, fly far off.
Speaker 13: This hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintineous, are those
my tents where I perceive the fire? They are, my lord, Tintineous.
If thou lovest me, mount 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 assured,
whether they troops are friend or enemy.
Speaker 27: I will be here again even with a thought.
Speaker 13: Accep gopendallus get higher on that hill. My sight was
ever thick. Regard Tintineus, and tell me what thou noticed
about the field.
Speaker 1: Penderus ascends the hell.
Speaker 13: This day, I breathe, first time has come round. And
where did I begin? There? Shall I end? My life
has run his compass Surah, What.
Speaker 25: News above, oh, my lord, what news above? Tintinius is
enclosed round about with horsemen that make to him on
the spur. Yet he spurs on now they are almost
on him now Tentinius. Now some light, Oh he lights too,
he is taken. Shout ah and ark they shout for joy.
Speaker 6: Come down.
Speaker 13: Behold no more, oh coward, that I am to live
so long to see my best friend taken before my faith.
Speaker 1: Penderus descends.
Speaker 13: Come hither, Sarah in Parthia. Did I take THEE prisoner?
And then I swore THEE saving of thy life? That
whatsoever I did bid THEE, do thou shouldst attempt it?
Come now keep thy note. Now be a free man,
And with this good sword that ran through Caesar's bows,
search this bosom stand not to answer. Here, take thou
the hilts, and when my face is covered as tis now,
guide thou the sword.
Speaker 1: Penderus stabs him.
Speaker 13: Caesar, thou art revenged, even with the sword that give
THEE dies.
Speaker 25: So I am free. Yet would not so have been
darst to have done my will, Oh Cassius. Far from
this country. Pindarus shall run, where never Roman shall take
note of him.
Speaker 1: Exit, re enter Titanius with messalah.
Speaker 5: It is but changed Titinus, for Octavius is overthrown by
noble brutus power, as Cassius legions are by Antony.
Speaker 27: These tidings were well. Comfort Cassius, Where did you leave him?
All disconsolate? With Pinderus's bondoman on this hill?
Speaker 5: Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Speaker 27: He lies not like the living?
Speaker 5: Oh, my heart, is not that he?
Speaker 27: No, this was he, miss Allah? But Cassius is no more.
O setting sun is in thy red rays. Thou dost
sink tonight? So in is red blood Cassius. Day is set,
the son of Rome is set. Hot day is gone,
Clouds stews, and dangers come. Our deeds are done. Mistrust
of my success? Hath done this deed?
Speaker 5: Mistrust of good success? Hath done this deed? O hateful error?
Melancholy's child? Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts
of men the things that are not? O?
Speaker 27: Error?
Speaker 5: Soon conceived? Thou never comest unto a happy birth, but
kills the mother that engendered thee What penderis?
Speaker 27: Why art thou penderest.
Speaker 5: Seek him to Tineus? Whilst I go to meet the
noble Brutus, thrusting this report into his ears, I may say,
thrusting it for piercing steel and darts envenomed shall be
as welcome to the ears of Brutus as tidings.
Speaker 27: Of this sight, Hi you miscellah, and I will sick
for Penderus.
Speaker 1: The while exit Messlah.
Speaker 27: Why dost thou send me forth bread, Cassie. Did I
not meet thy friends? And did not they put on
my brows this wreath of victory and bid me give thee?
Didst thou not hear their shouts? Alas that is misconstrued everything,
But hold thee, take the scarland on thy brow. Thy Brutus,
bid me giveth thee, and I will do his bidding. Brutus,
come apace and see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By
your leave, Gods, this is a romance. Part Come Cassius's
sword and find to Tinius's heart kills himself.
Speaker 1: Alarum re enter Messlah with Brutus, Cato Strato, Volumnius and Lucilius.
Speaker 3: Where where Massllah does his body.
Speaker 5: Lie lo yonder and Titinius mourning it.
Speaker 3: Tentineus's face is a he is slain, Oh Julius, Caesar,
Thou art mighty, Yet thy spirit walks abroad and turns
our swords in our own proper entrails.
Speaker 7: Low alarms braved and Tenius, look whether you have not
crowned that Cassius.
Speaker 3: Are yet two Romans living such as these, the last
of all the Romans. Fare thee well. It is impossible
that ever Rome should breed. Thy fellow friends. I owe
more tears to this dead man than you shall see
me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come therefore, and to THEESO send his body. His funerals
shall not be in our camp, lest it discomfort us. Lucilius,
come and come, young cato let Us to the field.
Labio and Flavius set our battles on tis three o'clock
in Romans. Yet ere night we shall try fortune in
a second fight.
Speaker 1: Accent scene for another part of the field. Alarum enter
fighting soldiers of both armies, then Brutus, Cato, Lucilius and others.
Speaker 3: Yet, countrymen, oh, yet, hold up your heads.
Speaker 7: What bast does not?
Speaker 10: Who will go with me?
Speaker 7: I will proclaim my name about the field. I am
the son of Marcus cato Ho, the foe to tyrants,
and my country's friend. I am the son of Marcus cato.
Speaker 3: Ho, and I Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I Brutus, my country's friend.
Speaker 1: Know me for Brutus, except.
Speaker 30: O, young and noble Carto art thou down? Why no,
thou diest as bravely as Titinius, and mayst be honored
being Carto's son, yield, or thou diest only I yield
to die. There is so much that thou wilt kill me.
Speaker 1: Straight offering money.
Speaker 30: Kill Brutus and be honored in his death.
Speaker 2: You must not a noble prisoner.
Speaker 13: Rubau teal Antony Brutus is taken.
Speaker 2: I'll tell the news. Here comes the general enter.
Speaker 1: Antony Brutus is Tienne.
Speaker 15: Brutus is Tayenne, my lord?
Speaker 12: Where is he?
Speaker 11: Save?
Speaker 30: 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.
Speaker 12: This is not Brutus, friend, But I assure you a
prize no lesson worth. Keep this man safe, give him
all kindness. I had rather have such men my friends,
than enemies. Go on and see whether Brutus be alive
or dead, and bring us word unto Octavius's tent. How
everything is chanced Excient.
Speaker 1: Scene five, another part of the field. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus,
Strato and Volumnius.
Speaker 6: Come.
Speaker 3: Poor remains of friends rest on this rock.
Speaker 2: Statilius showed the torchlight, But my lord, he came not back.
He is ortean or slain.
Speaker 3: Sit thee down, Clitus. Slain is the word. It is
a deed in fashion.
Speaker 20: Heart thee.
Speaker 1: Clitus whispers, what I my lord?
Speaker 2: No, not for all the.
Speaker 3: World peace, Then no words.
Speaker 2: I'll rather kill myself hart thee.
Speaker 3: Dardanius whispers, shall I do such a deed?
Speaker 2: Oh Dardanius, Oh Clitus? What ill request did Brutus make
to thee.
Speaker 9: To kill him?
Speaker 11: Clitus?
Speaker 19: Look, he meditates.
Speaker 2: Now is that noble vessel full of grief that it
runs over even at his eyes?
Speaker 3: Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word?
Speaker 23: What says my lord?
Speaker 3: Why this Volumnius? The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to
me two several times by night at Sardis once and
this last night here in Philippi fields. I know my
hour is come.
Speaker 23: Not so, my lord, nay, I am.
Speaker 3: Sure it is Volumnius, thou seest the world, Volumnius, how
it goes, our enemies have beat us to the pit,
lo Alarums, it is more worthy to leap in ourselves
than 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 prithee hold thou my sword
hilts whilst I run on it.
Speaker 23: That's not an office for friend, my lord.
Speaker 2: Alarum, still, fly, fly, my lord, there is no tarrying here.
Speaker 3: Farewell to you, and you and you, volumnious Estrato, thou
hast been all this while asleep. Farewell to thee too,
strato countryman. 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 than Octavius and marc Antony, by this vile conquest,
shall attain unto so very well at once. For Brutus's
tongue hath almost ended his life's history. Night hangs upon
mine eyes. My bones would rest that have but labor'd
to attain this hour.
Speaker 1: Alarum, cry within, fly fly, fly.
Speaker 2: Fly my lord, fly.
Speaker 3: Hence I will.
Speaker 1: Follow exy and Clytis, Dardanius and Volumnius.
Speaker 3: I prithee straighto, 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 turn away thy face while I do run upon it.
Wilt thou straighto.
Speaker 8: Give me your hand first, fare you well, my lord?
Speaker 3: Farewell good Straighto runs on his sword, sees her now
be still, I killed not thee with half so good.
Speaker 1: A will dies Alarum, retreat enter Oavius Antony, Messala, Lucilius
and the army.
Speaker 20: What man is that?
Speaker 5: My master's man? Strato? Where is thy master?
Speaker 8: Free from the bondage you are in Massala? The conquerors
can but make a fire of him. For Brutus only
overcame himself, and no man else have honor by his death.
Speaker 30: So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus, that
thou hast proved Lucilius, saying true.
Speaker 29: All that served Brutus. I will entertain them. Fellow, Wilt
thou bestow thy time with me?
Speaker 8: Ay, if Massali will prefer me to you, do so good?
Speaker 5: Massalah, how died my master Strato.
Speaker 8: I held the sword, and he did run on it.
Speaker 5: Octavius, then take him to follow thee that did the
latest service to my master.
Speaker 12: 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 general honest thought and
common good to all, made one of them. His life
was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him, that
nature might stand up and say to all the world,
this was a.
Speaker 29: Man according to his virtue. Let us use him with
all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent, his
bones to night shall lie most like a soldier ordered honorably.
So call the field to rest, and lets a way
to part the glories of this happy day
Speaker 1: Accient end of Act five.