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You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Cæsar;
And say, you do't by our permislion:
Elfe shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral. . And
fhall speak In the same Pulpit whereto I am going, After
my speech is ended.
Ant. Be it so ;
I do desire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece 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.
Woe to the hand, that shed this costly blood !
Over thy wounds now do I prophesie,
(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 ;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects fo familiar,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war :
All pity choakd with custom of fell deeds ;
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a Monarch's voice,
Cry Havock, and let slip the Dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter Octavius's Servant.
You serve O&avius Cæfar, do you not?
Ser. I do, Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receive his letters, and is coming : And bid me say to you by word of moutho Cæfar !
[Seeing the Body Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee
Passion I see is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming ?
Ser. He lyes to night within seven leagues of Rome.
Ane. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for OEtavius yet ;
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while ;
Thou shalt not back, 'till I have borne this corse
Into the market-place: there shall I try
In my Oration, how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men;
Acording to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Olavius of the state of things.
hand. [Exeunt with Cæsar's body.
SCENE changes to the Forum.
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra ; Caffius, with the
Pleb. E will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.
Calius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers :
Those, that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those, that will follow Casius, go with him ;
And publick reasons shall be rendered
Of Cæsar's deach.
i Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Pleb. I will hear Callius, and compare their reasons, When sev'rally we hear them rendered.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Plebeians 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended : filence! Bru. Be patient 'till the last.
Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers! hear me for my cause; and be filent, 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 Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rofe against Cæfar, this is my Answer: Not that I lor'd Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had
you rather Cesar were living, and dye all slaves ; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free-men? As Cesar 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's here. so base, that would be a bond-man? 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
All. None, Brutus, none.
Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is inrolld in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforc'd, for which he suffered death.
Enter Mark Antony with Cæsar's body. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the be.nefit
of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth ; as which of you shall not? With this I depart, that as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome; I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my Country
death. All. Live, Brutus, live! live! i Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. VOL. VII.
2 Pleb. Give him a ftatue with his Ancestors. 3 Pleb. Let him be Gæfar.
4 Pleb. Cæsar's better Parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house With shouts and clamours,
Bru. My Countrymen-
2 Pleb. Peace! filence! Brutus fpeaks.
i Pleb. Peace, ho!
Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, stay here with Antony;
Do grace to Cæsar's corps, and grace his speech
Tending to Cesar's Glories; which Mark Antony
By our permiffion is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
[Exit. i Pleb. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.
3 Pleb. Let him go up into the publick Chair, We'll hear him : noble Antony, go up:
Ant. For Brutus' fake, I am beholden to you.
4 Pleb. What does he say of Brutus ?
3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' fake He finds himself beholden to us all.
4 Pleb. 'Twere beft he speak no harm of Brutus here. i Pleb. This Cæfar was a Tyrant. 3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain ; We are bleft, that Rome is rid of him.
2 Pleb. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can fay.
Ant. You gentle Romans-
All. Peace, ho, let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your
I come to bury Cæfar, 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 Cæfar! noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious ;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault ;
And grievously hath Cæfar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft,
(For Brutus is an honourable man,
So are they all, all honourable men)
Come I to speak in Cæfar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me ;
But Brutus fays, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Cæfar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cry'd, Cæfar hath wept 3
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
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 honourable 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 with-holds you then to mourn for him ?
O judgment ! thou art fled to brutiih beasts,
And men have lost their reason-
-bear with me,
My heart is in the coffin there with Cafar,
And I must pause 'till it come back to me.
i Pleb. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings.
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Cæfar has had great wrong.
3 Pleb. Has he, Masters? I fear there will a worse
come in his place.
4 Pleb. Mark'd ye his words ? he would not take the
Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.
i Pleb. If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with
3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
4 Pleb. Now, mark him, he begins to speak.
Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæfar might