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wife of Brutus, has, prior to this period, ended her life by poison. An eloquent tribute from Octavius and Antony to the character of Brutus ends the play.
WHAT is it that you would impart to me?
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
Contempt of Cassius for Cæsar.
CASSIUS. I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
We both have fed as well; and we can both
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
BRUTUS. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. CASSIUS. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd: Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man? When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ?
Casar's suspicions of Cassius.
'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;
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
Ambition clad in Humility.
But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder
Conspiracy dreadful till executed.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Shamest thou to shew thy dangerous brow by night
When evils are most free?
O then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a 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.
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.
Portents attend Royal Deaths.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen: The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
The Fear of Death.
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 most strange that men should fear:
Will come when it will come.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.*
Brutus's Address to the Citizens.
BRUTUS. 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 honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,-Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæsar were living and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæsar loved me, weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so vile,