2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius; and compare their 10 When severally we hear them rendered. 15 [Exit. 1 Pleb. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him:-Noble Antony, go up. Ant. For Brutus' fake, I am beholden to you. 4 Pleb. What does he fay of Brutus ? 3 Pleb. He fays, for Brutus' fake, He finds himself beholden to us all. [here. 4 Pleb. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus 1 Pleb. This Cæfar was a tyrant. 3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain: We are bleft, that Rome is rid of him. [Exit Caffius, with fome of the Plebeians : Brutus goes into the roftrum. 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is afcended: Silence! Bru. Be patient 'till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my caufe; and be filent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: cenfure me in your wisdom; and awake your fenfes, that you 20 may the better judge. If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cæfar's, to him I fay, that Brutus' love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rofe against Cæfar, this is my anfwer,-Not that I lov'd Cæfar 25I lefs, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and dye all flaves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæfar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I flew him: There are tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. Who is here fo bafe, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, fpeak; for him have I offended. Who is - here fo vile, that will not love his country? IQ any, fpeak; for him have I offended. I paufe for a reply. All. None, Brutus, none. 130 35 140 Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæfar, than you fhall do to Brutus. The queftion of his death is eproll'd in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was wor-145 thy; nor his offences enforc'd, for which he fuffered death. Enter Mark Antony, &c. with Cæfar's body. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall re- 50 ceive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; As which of you fhall not? With this I depart; That, as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myfelf, when it shall please my country to need my 55 death. 2 Pleb. Peace; let us hear what Antony can fay. Ant. You gentle Romans, [ears; All. Peace, ho! let us hear him. So are they all, all honourable men) When that the poor have cry'd, Cæfar hath wept: Was this ambition? Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious; O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts, 1 Pleb. Methinks, there is much reafon in his 2 Pleb. If thou confider rightly of the matter, Cæfar has had great wrong. 3 Pleb. Has he, masters? 165I fear, there will a worse come in his place. Ccc 2 4 Pleb 4 Pleb. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown: Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 1 Pleb. If it be found fo, fome will dear abide it. 2 Pleb. Poor foul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. [Antony. 3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than 4 Pleb. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæfar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none fo poor to do him reverence. O mafters! if I were difpos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I fhould do Brutus wrong, and Caffius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong fuch honourable men. But here's a parchment, with the feal of Cæfar, I found it in his clofet, 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kifs dead Cæfar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his facred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, 5 You all do know this mantle: I remember Look! in this place, ran Caffius' dagger through: 15 For when the noble Cæfar saw him ftab, 20 Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell. 4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark AnAll. The will, the will; we will hear Cæfar's will. 30 Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I muft not read it; It is not meet you know how Cæfar lov'd you. 4 Pich. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while? 2 Pleb. They were villains, murderers: The will! read the will! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will?-- 2 Pleb. Defcend. [He comes down from the pulpit. 1 Plib. Stand from the hearfe, ftand from the body. int. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. 2 Pleb. O noble Cæfar! 3 Pleb. O woeful day! 4 Pleb. O traitors, villains! 1 Pleb. O moft bloody fight! 2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd: Revenge: About,35 Seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !-let not a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Pleb. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Pieb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll 40 die with him. Ant. Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftir you up To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; 45 What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wife, and honourAnd will, no doubt, with reafons answer you. [able, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is: 50 But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; dumb mouths! And bid them fpeak for me: But were I Brutus, 60 And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your fpirits, and put a tongue i. e. their handkerchiefs. Napery was the ancient term for all kinds of linen. premion of pity. i. e. the im In Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, And with the brands fire the traitor's houses. 2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire. 3 Pleb. Pluck down benches. 25 30 4 Pieb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. 35 [Exeunt Plebeians, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mifchief, thou art afoot. Take thou what courfe thou wilt! fellow? Enter a Servant. How now, 40 Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he? Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæfar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to v.fit him: He comes upon a wifh. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. Serv. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. I Pleb. Ay, and briefly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and wifely. 3 Pl.b. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wifely, and truly. Wifely I fay, I am a bachelor. 2 Pleb. That's as much as to fay, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I tear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæfar's funeral, 1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2 Pleb. That matter is anfwer'd directly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Pleb. Your name, fir, truly. 1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. Pleb. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the confpirator. 4 Pleb. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, 45 ho! firebrands. To Brutus' and to Caffius', burn all. Some to Decius' house, and fome to Cafca's; fome to Ligarius'! away; go. [Exeunt. A drachma was a Greek coin of the value of feven-pence farthing. 2 A fall inland in the little river Rhenus near Bononia, according to Hanmer. 3 Lucius, not Publius, was the perfon meant, who was uncle by the mother's fide to Mark Antony. 303 4 i. e. condemn him. Fetch Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine Ofta. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit Lepidus. The three-fold world divided, he should stand Ofta. So you thought him; 5 But that my noble master will appear Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; Nor with fuch free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, 10A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you: 08a. You may do your will; Ant. So is my horfe, Octavius; and, for that, But he's a try'd and valiant foldier. 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 govern'd by my fpirit. When love begins to ficken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith: 15 Make gallant fhew and promife of their mettle; 20 25 He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: 30 On objects, arts, and imitations; 35 The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Caffius. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd: March gently on to meet him. [March within. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine ene- Bru. Caffius, be content, 40 Which fhould perceive nothing but love from us, And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, 45 [Exeunt. Caf. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man SCENE III. The infide of Brutus' Tent. Enter Brutus, and Caffius. 55 Caf. That you have wrong'd me doth appear this: in You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, L Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself Caf. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, 5 [member! ro Caf. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Older in practice, abler than yourself Bra. Go to; you are not, Caffius. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. What? durft not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durft not. [ed him. Caf. Do not prefume too much upon my love, Bru. You have done that you should be forry for. 15 For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me;- By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trafh, 20 By any indirection. I did fend 25 Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myfelf; 30 Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, flight man! Caf. Is't poffible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Muft I give way and room to your rash choler? Caf. O ye gods! ye gods! Muft I endure all this? Go, fhew your flaves how cholerick you are, Caf. Is it come to this? Bru. You fay you are a better foldier: 35 A friend fhould bear his friend's infirmities, Bru. I do not like your faults. Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. Caf. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; 45 Check'd like a bondman; all his faults obferv'd, I Warburton comments on this paffage thus: "The poets and common people, who generally think and speak alike, fuppofe the dog bays the moon out of envy to its brightness; an allufion to this notion makes the beauty of the paffage in queftion: Brutus hereby infinuates a covert accufation against his friend, that it was only envy at Cafar's glory which fet Caffius on confpiring against him; and ancient history seems to countenance fuch a charge. Caffius understood him in this fenfe, and with much confcious pride retorts the charge by a like infinuation :-"Brutus, bay not me." 2i. e. to limit my authority by your direction or cenfure. 3 That is, to know on what terms it is fit to confer the offices which are at my difpofal. |