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Cahus, or Cæfar, never shall turn back;
For I will say myfelf.

Bru. Cafius, be constant:
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purpose ;
For, look, he smiles, and Cefar doth not change.

Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Cæfar.
· Bru. He is addrest; press near, and second him.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Cool. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cæsar and his Senate must redress ?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant

Ce far, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [Kneeling. Ar humble heart.

Cæs. I muft prevent thee, Cimber;
These couchings and these lowly curtefies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the lane of children. Be not fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words;
Low-crooked curt'lies, and bafe spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;
If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way:
Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.

Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in Aattery, Cæfar;
Defiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Caf. What, Brutus !

Caj Pardon, Cafar; Cæfar, pardon ; As low as to thy foot doth Caffius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Cæs. I could be well mov’d, 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, fixt, and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament;
The skies are painted with unnumbred 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 furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unfhak'd of motion : and that I am he,
Let me a little hew it, ev'n in this;
That I was conftant, Cimber should be banilh'd;
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cim. O Cafar-
Cæf. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæfar-
Cæf. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca. Speak hands for me. (They ftab Cæsar.
Caf. Et tu, Brute ? —then fall Cæjar ! [Diese

Cin. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the ftreets-

Caf. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement.

Bru. People, and Senators! be not affrighted;
Fly not, stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the Pulpit, Brutus.
Dec. And Casius too.
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fast together, left fome friends of Cæfar's Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman elfe ; fo tell them, Publius,

Cas. And leave us, Publius, left that the people,
Rushing on us, should do your age fome mischief.

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Bru. Do so; and let no man abide this deed, But we the Doers.

Enter Trebonius,

Cal. Where is Antony?

Tre. Fled to his House amaz’d.
Men, wives, and children, ftare, cry out, and run,
As it were Dooms-day.

Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures ;
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Caf. Why, he that cuts off twenty years

of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit : So are we Cefar's friends, that have abridg’d His time of fearing death. (11) Stoop, Romans, stoop; And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords; Then walk we forth ev'n to the Market-place,

(11) Stoop, Romans, stoop, ] Mr. Pope, in both his Editions, has, from these Words, arbitrarily taken away the Remainder of this Speech from Brutus, and placed it to Casca: because, he thinks, nothing is more inconfiftent with Brutus's mild and philofophical Character. And as he often finds Speeches in the later Editions, he says, put into wrong Mouths; he thinks, this Liberty is pot unreasonable. 'Tis true, a diligent Editor may find many such Errors committed even in the first printed Copies; but it has not often been Mr. Pope's good Fortune to hit upon them. I dare warrant, the Printers made no Blunder in this Instance ; and therefore I have made bold to restore the Speech to its right Owner. Brutus esteem'd the Death of Cæsar a Sacrifice to Liberty: and, as such, gloried in his heading the Enterprise. Besides, our Poet is ftrictly copying a Fact in History. Plutarcb, in the Life of Cafar, fays, Brutus and his Followers, being yet hot with the Murder, “ march'd in a Body from the Senate-house to the Capitol, with their " drawn Swords, with an Air of Confidence and Assurance.' And, in the Life of Brutus, Brutus and his Party betook “ themselves to the Capitol, and in their way shewing their Hands all " bloody, and their naked Swords, proclaim'd Liberty to the People."

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And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry,“ peace! freedom and liberty!"
Cas. Stoop then, and wash-how many ages

hence [Dipping their swords in Cæsar's blood. Shall this our lofty Scene be acted o'er, In States unborn, and accents yet unknown?

Bru. How many times shall Cæfar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's Basis lies along,
No worthier than the duft?

Caf. So oft as that shall be,
So often fall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.

Dec. What, ihall we forth?

Cas. Ay, every man away,
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant. Bru. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel ;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ; [kneeling.
And, being proftrate, thus he bade me fay.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant and honeft;
Cæfar was mighty, royal, bold and loving ;
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear'd Cæfar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchfafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
How Cajar hath deferv'd to lie in death :
Mark Antony shall not love Cæfar dead,
So well as Brutus living ; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod State,
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch’d.
Serv. I'll fetch him presently.

[Exit Servant.

Bru.

Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend.
Caf. I wish, we may : but yet have I a mind,
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Enter Antony

Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony.

Ant. O mighty Cæfar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, fpoils,
Shrunk to this little measure fare thee well.
I know not, Gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank;
If I myself, there is no bour fo fit
As Cæsar's death's 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
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bear me hard,
Now, whilt your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me fo, no mean of death,
As here by Cæjar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us :
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see, we do; yet see you but our hands,
And this the bleeding business they have done :
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful ;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity ;)
Hath done this deed on Cæsar : For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony;
Our arms exempt from malice; and our hearts,
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

Caf. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, 'till we have appeas'd

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