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The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.

neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, trust not Trebonius, marke

well Metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus loues thee not: Thou

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hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one minde in all

these men, and it is bent against Cæsar: If thou beest not Im­

mortall, looke about you: Security giues way to Conspiracie.

The mighty Gods defend thee.

Thy Louer, Artemidorus.

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Heere will I stand, till Cæsar passe along, And as a Sutor will I giue him this: My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue Out of the teeth of Emulation. If thou reade this, O Cæsar, thou mayest liue;
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If not, the Fates with Traitors do contriue.
Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Portia and Lucius. Por. I prythee Boy, run to the Senate‑house, Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why doest thou stay? Luc. To know my errand Madam. Por.
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I would haue had thee there and heere agen Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there: O Constancie, be strong vpon my side, Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue: I haue a mans minde, but a womans might:
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How hard it is for women to keepe counsell. Art thou heere yet?
Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else? And so returne to you, and nothing else? Por.
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Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Cæsar doth, what Sutors presse to him. Hearke Boy, what noyse is that?
Luc. I heare none Madam Por.
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Prythee listen well: I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray, And the winde brings it from the Capitoll.
Luc. Sooth Madam, I heare nothing. Enter the Soothsayer. Por. Come hither Fellow, which way hast thou bin? Sooth.
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At mine owne house, good Lady.
Por. What is't a clocke? Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitoll? Sooth. Madam not yet, I go to take my stand,
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To see him passe on to the Capitoll.
Por. Thou hast some suite to Cæsar, hast thou not? Sooth. That I haue Lady, if it will please Cæsar To be so good Cæsar, as to heare me: I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Por.
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Why know'st thou any harme's intended to­ wards
Sooth. None that I know will be, Much that I feare may chance: Good morrow to you: heere the street is narrow: The throng followes Cæsar at the heeles,
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Of Senators, of Prætors, common Sutors, Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death: Ile get me to a place more vo d, and there Speake to great Cæsar as he comes along.
Exit Por. I m t; go :
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Aye me! How weake a thing The heart of woman is? O B , The Heauens speede thee enterprize. Sure the Boy heard me: hath a suite That Cæsar will not grant. O, I grow faint:
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Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord,

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Say I am merry; Come to me againe, And bring me word what he doth say to thee. Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. [Act 3, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Metellus, Tre­ bonius, Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Pub­ lius, and the Soothsayer. Cæs. The Ides of March are come. Sooth. I Cæsar, but not gone. Art.
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Haile Cæsar: Read this scedule.
Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore‑read (At your best leysure) this his humble suite. Art. O Cæsar, reade mine first: for mine's a suite That touches Cæsar neerer. Read it great Cæsar. Cæs.
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What touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd.
Art. Delay not Cæsar, read it instantly. Cæs. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirra, giue place. Cassi. What, vrge you your Petitions in the street?
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Come to the Capitoll.
Popil. I wish your enterprize to day may thriue. Cassi. What enterprize Popillius? Popil. Fare you well. Bru. What said Popillius Lena? Cassi.
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He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue: I feare our purpose is discouered.
Bru. Looke how he makes to Cæsar: marke him. Cassi. Caska be sodaine, for we feare preuention. Brutus what shall be done? If this be knowne,
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Cassius or Cæsar neuer shall turne backe, For I will slay my selfe.
Bru. Cassius be constant: Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes, For looke he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Cassi.
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Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way.
Deci. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, And presently preferre his suite to Cæsar. Bru. He is addrest: presse neere, and second him. Cin.
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Caska, you are the first that reares your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amisse, That Cæsar and his Senate must redresse? Metel. Most high, most mighty, and most puisant Cæsar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate
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An humble heart.
Cæs. I must preuent thee Cymber: These couchings, and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turne pre‑Ordinance, and first Decree
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Into the lane of Children. Be not fond, To thinke that Cæsar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words, Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:
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Thy Brother by decree is banished: If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him, I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way: Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied.
Metel.
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Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne, To

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Actus Tertius. [Act 3, Scene 1] Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Metellus, Tre­ bonius, Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Pub­ lius, and the Soothsayer. Cæs. The Ides of March are come. Sooth. I Cæsar, but not gone. Art.
[1145]
Haile Cæsar: Read this scedule.
Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore‑read (At your best leysure) this his humble suite. Art. O Cæsar, reade mine first: for mine's a suite That touches Cæsar neerer. Read it great Cæsar. Cæs.
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What touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd.
Art. Delay not Cæsar, read it instantly. Cæs. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirra, giue place. Cassi. What, vrge you your Petitions in the street?
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Come to the Capitoll.
Popil. I wish your enterprize to day may thriue. Cassi. What enterprize Popillius? Popil. Fare you well. Bru. What said Popillius Lena? Cassi.
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He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue: I feare our purpose is discouered.
Bru. Looke how he makes to Cæsar: marke him. Cassi. Caska be sodaine, for we feare preuention. Brutus what shall be done? If this be knowne,
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Cassius or Cæsar neuer shall turne backe, For I will slay my selfe.
Bru. Cassius be constant: Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes, For looke he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Cassi.
[1170]
Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way.
Deci. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, And presently preferre his suite to Cæsar. Bru. He is addrest: presse neere, and second him. Cin.
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Caska, you are the first that reares your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amisse, That Cæsar and his Senate must redresse? Metel. Most high, most mighty, and most puisant Cæsar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate
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An humble heart.
Cæs. I must preuent thee Cymber: These couchings, and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turne pre‑Ordinance, and first Decree
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Into the lane of Children. Be not fond, To thinke that Cæsar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words, Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:
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Thy Brother by decree is banished: If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him, I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way: Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied.
Metel.
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Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsars eare, For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?
Bru. I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery Cæsar: Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may
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Haue an immediate freedome of repeale.
Cæs. What Brutus? Cassi. Pardon Cæsar: Cæsar pardon: As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall, To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber . Cæs.
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I could be well mou'd, if I were as you, If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me: But I am constant as the Northerne Starre, Of whose true fixt, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the Firmament.
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The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes, They are all Fire, and euery 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 apprehensiue;
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Yet in the number, I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke, Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he, Let me a little shew it, euen in this: That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd,
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And constant do remaine to keepe him so.
Cinna. O Cæsar. Cæs. Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus? Decius. Great Cæsar. Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele? Cask.
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Speake hands for me.
They stab Cæsar. Cæs. Et Tu Brutè?⸺Then fall Cæsar. Dyes Cin. Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead, Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets. Cassi. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out
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Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchisement.
Bru. People and Senators, be not affrighted: Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid. Cask. Go to the Pulpit Brutus. Dec. And Cassius too. Bru.
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Where's Publius?
Cin. Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand fast together, least some Friend of Cæsars Should chance⸺ Bru. Talke not of standing. Publius good cheere,
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There is no harme intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them Publius.
Cassi. And leaue vs Publius, least that the people Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischief. Bru. Do so, and let no man abide this deede,
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But we the Doers.
Enter Trebonius. Cassi. Where is Antony? Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd: Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were Doomesday. Bru.
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Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon.
Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life, Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death. Bru.
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Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit: So are we Cæsars Friends, that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope, And let vs bathe our hands in Cæsars blood Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:
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Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place, And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads, Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.
Cassi. Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer,
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In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne?
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along, No worthier then the dust? Cassi. So oft as that shall be,
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So often shall the knot of vs be call'd, The Men that gaue their Country liberty.
Dec. What, shall we forth? Cassi. I, euery man away. Brutus shall leade, and we will grace his heeles
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With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Seruant. Bru. Soft, who comes heere? A friend of Antonies. Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe, And being prostrate, thus he bad me say:
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Brutus is Noble, Wise, Valiant, and Honest; Cæsar was Mighty, Bold, Royall, and Louing: Say, I loue Brutus, and I honour him; Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lou'd him. If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
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May safely come to him, and be resolu'd How Cæsar hath deseru'd to lye in death, Mark Antony, shall not loue Cæsar dead So well as Brutus liuing; but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus,
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Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State, With all true Faith. So sayes my Master Antony.
Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane, I neuer thought him worse: Tell him, so please him come vnto this place
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He shall be satisfied: and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd.
Ser. Ile fetch him presently. Exit Seruant. Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend. Cassi. I wish we may: But yet haue I a minde
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That feares him much: and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose.
Enter Antony. Bru. But heere comes Antony: Welcome Mark Antony. Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lye so lowe?
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Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles, Shrunke to this little Measure? Fare thee well. I know not Gentlemen what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is ranke: If I my selfe, there is no houre so fit
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As Cæsars deaths houre; nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth, as those your Swords; made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World. I do beseech yee, if you beare me hard, Now, whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake,
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Fulfill your pleasure. Liue a thousand yeeres, I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye. No place will please me so, no meane of death, As heere by Cæsar, and by you cut off, The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age.
Bru.
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O Antony! Begge not your death of vs: Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell, As by our hands, and this our present Acte You see we do: Yet see you but our hands, And this, the bleeding businesse they haue done:
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Our hearts you see not, they are pittifull: And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome, As fire driues out fire, so pitty, pitty Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, To you, our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony :
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Our Armes in strength of malice, and our Hearts Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in, With all kinde loue, good thoughts, and reuerence.
Cassi. Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans, In the disposing of new Dignities. Bru.
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Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd The Multitude, beside themselues with feare, And then, we will deliuer you the cause, Why I, that did loue Cæsar when I strooke him, Haue thus proceeded.
Ant.
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I doubt not of your Wisedome: Let 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;
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Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours; Though last, not least in loue, yours good Trebonius. Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say, My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,
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Either a Coward, or a Flatterer. That I did loue thee Cæsar, O 'tis true: If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now, Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace,
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Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes? Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse, Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood, It would become me better, then to close
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In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me Iulius, heere was't thou bay'd braue Hart, Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee. O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,
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And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee. How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes, Dost thou heere lye?
Cassi. Mark Antony. Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius:
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The Enemies of Cæsar, shall say this: Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie.
Cassi. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so. But what compact meane you to haue with vs? Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,
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Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Cæsar. Friends am I with you all, and loue you all, Vpon this hope, that you shall giue me Reasons,
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Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.
Bru. Or else were this a sauage Spectacle: Our Reasons are so full of good regard, That were you Antony, the Sonne of Cæsar, You should be satisfied. Ant.
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That's all I seeke, And am moreouer sutor, that I may Produce his body to the Market‑place, And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend, Speake in the Order of his Funerall.
Bru.
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You shall Marke Antony.
Cassi. Brutus, a word with you: You know not what you do; Do not consent That Antony speake in his Funerall: Know you how much the people may be mou'd
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By that which he will vtter.
Bru. By your pardon: I will my selfe into the Pulpit first, And shew the reason of our Cæsars death. What Antony shall speake, I will protest
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He speakes by leaue, and by permission: And that we are contented Cæsar shall Haue all true Rites, and lawfull Ceremonies, It shall aduantage more, then do vs wrong.
Cassi. I know not what may fall, I like it not. Bru.
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Mark Antony, heere take you Cæsars body: You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs, But speake all good you can deuise of Cæsar, And say you doo't by our permission: Else shall you not haue any hand at all
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About his Funerall. And you shall speake In the same Pulpit whereto I am going, After my speech is ended.
Ant. Be it so: I do desire no more. Bru.
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Prepare the body then, and follow vs.
Exeunt. Manet Antony. O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers. Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
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Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood. Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie, (Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips, To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue) A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;
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Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: Blood and destruction shall be so in vse, And dreadfull Obiects so familiar, That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold
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Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre: All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds, And Cæsars Spirit ranging for Reuenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell, Shall in these Confines, with a Monarkes voyce,
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Cry hauocke, and let slip the Dogges of Warre, That this foule deede, shall smell aboue the earth With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall. Enter Octauio's Seruant. You serue Octauius Cæsar, do you not?
Ser. I do Marke Antony. Ant.
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Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receiue his Letters, and is comming, And bid me say to you by word of mouth⸺ O Cæsar! Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a‑part and weepe:
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Passion I see is catching from mine eyes, Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy Master comming?
Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome. Ant. Post backe with speede,
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And tell him what hath chanc'd: Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octauius yet, Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a‑while, Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course
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Into the Market place: There shall I try In my Oration, how the People take The cruell issue of these bloody men, According to the which, thou shalt discourse To yong Octauius, of the state of things.
[1460]
Lend me your hand.
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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1170">
         <hi rend="italic">Trebonius</hi>knowes his time: for look you<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1171">He drawes<hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>out of the way.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-dec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Deci.</speaker>
      <l n="1172">Where is<hi rend="italic">Metellus Cimber</hi>, let him go,</l>
      <l n="1173">And presently preferre his suite to<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1174">He is addrest: presse neere, and second him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cin.</speaker>
      <l n="1175">
         <hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, you are the first that reares your hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1176">Are we all ready? What is now amisse,</l>
      <l n="1177">That<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>and his Senate must redresse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-met">
      <speaker rend="italic">Metel.</speaker>
      <l n="1178">Most high, most mighty, and most puisant<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1179">
         <hi rend="italic">Metellus Cymber</hi>throwes before thy Seate</l>
      <l n="1180">An humble heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1181">I must preuent thee<hi rend="italic">Cymber</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1182">These couchings, and these lowly courtesies</l>
      <l n="1183">Might fire the blood of ordinary men,</l>
      <l n="1184">And turne pre‑Ordinance, and first Decree</l>
      <l n="1185">Into the lane of Children. Be not fond,</l>
      <l n="1186">To thinke that<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>beares such Rebell blood</l>
      <l n="1187">That will be thaw'd from the true quality</l>
      <l n="1188">With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,</l>
      <l n="1189">Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:</l>
      <l n="1190">Thy Brother by decree is banished:</l>
      <l n="1191">If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,</l>
      <l n="1192">I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:</l>
      <l n="1193">Know,<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>doth not wrong, nor without cause</l>
      <l n="1194">Will he be satisfied.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-met">
      <speaker rend="italic">Metel.</speaker>
      <l n="1195">Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0729-0.jpg" n="119"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1196">To sound more sweetly in great<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>eare,</l>
      <l n="1197">For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1198">I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1199">Desiring thee, that<hi rend="italic">Publius Cymber</hi>may</l>
      <l n="1200">Haue an immediate freedome of repeale.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1201">What<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1202">Pardon<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>:<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>pardon:</l>
      <l n="1203">As lowe as to thy foote doth<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>fall,</l>
      <l n="1204">To begge infranchisement for<hi rend="italic">Publius Cymber</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1205">I could be well mou'd, if I were as you,</l>
      <l n="1206">If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me:</l>
      <l n="1207">But I am constant as the Northerne Starre,</l>
      <l n="1208">Of whose true fixt, and resting quality,</l>
      <l n="1209">There is no fellow in the Firmament.</l>
      <l n="1210">The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes,</l>
      <l n="1211">They are all Fire, and euery one doth shine:</l>
      <l n="1212">But, there's but one in all doth hold his place.</l>
      <l n="1213">So, in the World; 'Tis furnish'd well with Men,</l>
      <l n="1214">And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensiue;</l>
      <l n="1215">Yet in the number, I do know but One</l>
      <l n="1216">That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke,</l>
      <l n="1217">Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he,</l>
      <l n="1218">Let me a little shew it, euen in this:</l>
      <l n="1219">That I was constant<hi rend="italic">Cymber</hi>should be banish'd,</l>
      <l n="1220">And constant do remaine to keepe him so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cinna.</speaker>
      <l n="1221">O<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1222">Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-dec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Decius.</speaker>
      <l n="1223">Great<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1224">Doth not<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>bootlesse kneele?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="1225">Speake hands for me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">They stab Cæsar.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cæs.</speaker>
      <l n="1226">
         <hi rend="italic">Et Tu Brutè?</hi>⸺Then fall<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Dyes</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cin.</speaker>
      <l n="1227">Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead,</l>
      <l n="1228">Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1229">Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out</l>
      <l n="1230">Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchisement.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1231">People and Senators, be not affrighted:</l>
      <l n="1232">Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="1233">Go to the Pulpit<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-dec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dec.</speaker>
      <l n="1234">And<hi rend="italic">Cassius</hi>too.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1235">Where's<hi rend="italic">Publius</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cin">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cin.</speaker>
      <l n="1236">Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-met">
      <speaker rend="italic">Met.</speaker>
      <l n="1237">Stand fast together, least some Friend of<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1238">Should chance⸺</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1239">Talke not of standing.<hi rend="italic">Publius</hi>good cheere,</l>
      <l n="1240">There is no harme intended to your person,</l>
      <l n="1241">Nor to no Roman else: so tell them<hi rend="italic">Publius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1242">And leaue vs<hi rend="italic">Publius</hi>, least that the people</l>
      <l n="1243">Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischief.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1244">Do so, and let no man abide this deede,</l>
      <l n="1245">But we the Doers.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Trebonius.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1246">Where is<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-tre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Treb.</speaker>
      <l n="1247">Fled to his House amaz'd:</l>
      <l n="1248">Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,</l>
      <l n="1249">As it were Doomesday.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1250">Fates, we will know your pleasures:</l>
      <l n="1251">That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time</l>
      <l n="1252">And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-csc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cask.</speaker>
      <l n="1253">Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,</l>
      <l n="1254">Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1255">Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit:</l>
      <l n="1256">So are we<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Friends, that haue abridg'd</l>
      <l n="1257">His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,</l>
      <l n="1258">And let vs bathe our hands in<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>blood</l>
      <l n="1259">Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1260">Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,</l>
      <l n="1261">And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,</l>
      <l n="1262">Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1263">Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence</l>
      <l n="1264">Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer,</l>
      <l n="1265">In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1266">How many times shall<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>bleed in sport,</l>
      <l n="1267">That now on<hi rend="italic">Pompeyes</hi>Basis lye along,</l>
      <l n="1268">No worthier then the dust?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1269">So oft as that shall be,</l>
      <l n="1270">So often shall the knot of vs be call'd,</l>
      <l n="1271">The Men that gaue their Country liberty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-dec">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dec.</speaker>
      <l n="1272">What, shall we forth?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1273">I, euery man away.</l>
      <l n="1274">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>shall leade, and we will grace his heeles</l>
      <l n="1275">With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1276">Soft, who comes heere? A friend of<hi rend="italic">Antonies</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1277">Thus<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>did my Master bid me kneele;</l>
      <l n="1278">Thus did<hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>bid me fall downe,</l>
      <l n="1279">And being prostrate, thus he bad me say:</l>
      <l n="1280">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>is Noble, Wise, Valiant, and Honest;</l>
      <l n="1281">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>was Mighty, Bold, Royall, and Louing:</l>
      <l n="1282">Say, I loue<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, and I honour him;</l>
      <l n="1283">Say, I fear'd<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, honour'd him, and lou'd him.</l>
      <l n="1284">If<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>will vouchsafe, that<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1285">May safely come to him, and be resolu'd</l>
      <l n="1286">How<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>hath deseru'd to lye in death,</l>
      <l n="1287">
         <hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>, shall not loue<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>dead</l>
      <l n="1288">So well as<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>liuing; but will follow</l>
      <l n="1289">The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble<hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1290">Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State,</l>
      <l n="1291">With all true Faith. So sayes my Master<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1292">Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane,</l>
      <l n="1293">I neuer thought him worse:</l>
      <l n="1294">Tell him, so please him come vnto this place</l>
      <l n="1295">He shall be satisfied: and by my Honor</l>
      <l n="1296">Depart vntouch'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1297">Ile fetch him presently.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Seruant.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1298">I know that we shall haue him well to Friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1299">I wish we may: But yet haue I a minde</l>
      <l n="1300">That feares him much: and my misgiuing still</l>
      <l n="1301">Falles shrewdly to the purpose.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Antony.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1302">But heere comes<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1303">Welcome<hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1304">O mighty<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>! Dost thou lye so lowe?</l>
      <l n="1305">Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles,</l>
      <l n="1306">Shrunke to this little Measure? Fare thee well.</l>
      <l n="1307">I know not Gentlemen what you intend,</l>
      <l n="1308">Who else must be let blood, who else is ranke:</l>
      <l n="1309">If I my selfe, there is no houre so fit</l>
      <l n="1310">As<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>deaths houre; nor no Instrument</l>
      <l n="1311">Of halfe that worth, as those your Swords; made rich</l>
      <l n="1312">With the most Noble blood of all this World.</l>
      <l n="1313">I do beseech yee, if you beare me hard,</l>
      <l n="1314">Now, whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake,</l>
      <l n="1315">Fulfill your pleasure. Liue a thousand yeeres,</l>
      <l n="1316">I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye.</l>
      <l n="1317">No place will please me so, no meane of death,</l>
      <l n="1318">As heere by<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, and by you cut off,</l>
      <l n="1319">The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1320">O<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>! Begge not your death of vs:</l>
      <l n="1321">Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell,</l>
      <l n="1322">As by our hands, and this our present Acte</l>
      <l n="1323">You see we do: Yet see you but our hands,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0730-0.jpg" n="120"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1324">And this, the bleeding businesse they haue done:</l>
      <l n="1325">Our hearts you see not, they are pittifull:</l>
      <l n="1326">And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome,</l>
      <l n="1327">As fire driues out fire, so pitty, pitty</l>
      <l n="1328">Hath done this deed on<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>. For your part,</l>
      <l n="1329">To you, our Swords haue leaden points<hi rend="italic">Marke Antony</hi>:</l>
      <l n="1330">Our Armes in strength of malice, and our Hearts</l>
      <l n="1331">Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in,</l>
      <l n="1332">With all kinde loue, good thoughts, and reuerence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1333">Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans,</l>
      <l n="1334">In the disposing of new Dignities.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1335">Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd</l>
      <l n="1336">The Multitude, beside themselues with feare,</l>
      <l n="1337">And then, we will deliuer you the cause,</l>
      <l n="1338">Why I, that did loue<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>when I strooke him,</l>
      <l n="1339">Haue thus proceeded.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1340">I doubt not of your Wisedome:</l>
      <l n="1341">Let each man render me his bloody hand.</l>
      <l n="1342">First<hi rend="italic">Marcus Brutus</hi>will I shake with you;</l>
      <l n="1343">Next<hi rend="italic">Caius Cassius</hi>do I take your hand;</l>
      <l n="1344">Now<hi rend="italic">Decius Brutus</hi>yours; now yours<hi rend="italic">Metellus</hi>;</l>
      <l n="1345">Yours<hi rend="italic">Cinna</hi>; and my valiant<hi rend="italic">Caska</hi>, yours;</l>
      <l n="1346">Though last, not least in loue, yours good<hi rend="italic">Trebonius</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1347">Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say,</l>
      <l n="1348">My credit now stands on such slippery ground,</l>
      <l n="1349">That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,</l>
      <l n="1350">Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.</l>
      <l n="1351">That I did loue thee<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, O 'tis true:</l>
      <l n="1352">If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,</l>
      <l n="1353">Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,</l>
      <l n="1354">To see thy<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>making his peace,</l>
      <l n="1355">Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?</l>
      <l n="1356">Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse,</l>
      <l n="1357">Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,</l>
      <l n="1358">Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood,</l>
      <l n="1359">It would become me better, then to close</l>
      <l n="1360">In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies.</l>
      <l n="1361">Pardon me<hi rend="italic">Iulius</hi>, heere was't thou bay'd braue Hart,</l>
      <l n="1362">Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand</l>
      <l n="1363">Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee.</l>
      <l n="1364">O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,</l>
      <l n="1365">And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.</l>
      <l n="1366">How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes,</l>
      <l n="1367">Dost thou heere lye?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1368">
         <hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1369">Pardon me<hi rend="italic">Caius Cassius:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1370">The Enemies of<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>, shall say this:</l>
      <l n="1371">Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1372">I blame you not for praising<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>so.</l>
      <l n="1373">But what compact meane you to haue with vs?</l>
      <l n="1374">Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,</l>
      <l n="1375">Or shall we on, and not depend on you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1376">Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed</l>
      <l n="1377">Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1378">Friends am I with you all, and loue you all,</l>
      <l n="1379">Vpon this hope, that you shall giue me Reasons,</l>
      <l n="1380">Why, and wherein,<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>was dangerous.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1381">Or else were this a sauage Spectacle:</l>
      <l n="1382">Our Reasons are so full of good regard,</l>
      <l n="1383">That were you<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>, the Sonne of<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1384">You should be satisfied.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1385">That's all I seeke,</l>
      <l n="1386">And am moreouer sutor, that I may</l>
      <l n="1387">Produce his body to the Market‑place,</l>
      <l n="1388">And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend,</l>
      <l n="1389">Speake in the Order of his Funerall.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1390">You shall<hi rend="italic">Marke Antony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1391">
         <hi rend="italic">Brutus</hi>, a word with you:</l>
      <l n="1392">You know not what you do; Do not consent</l>
      <l n="1393">That<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>speake in his Funerall:</l>
      <l n="1394">Know you how much the people may be mou'd</l>
      <l n="1395">By that which he will vtter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1396">By your pardon:</l>
      <l n="1397">I will my selfe into the Pulpit first,</l>
      <l n="1398">And shew the reason of our<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>death.</l>
      <l n="1399">What<hi rend="italic">Antony</hi>shall speake, I will protest</l>
      <l n="1400">He speakes by leaue, and by permission:</l>
      <l n="1401">And that we are contented<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>shall</l>
      <l n="1402">Haue all true Rites, and lawfull Ceremonies,</l>
      <l n="1403">It shall aduantage more, then do vs wrong.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="1404">I know not what may fall, I like it not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1405">
         <hi rend="italic">Mark Antony</hi>, heere take you<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>body:</l>
      <l n="1406">You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs,</l>
      <l n="1407">But speake all good you can deuise of<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1408">And say you doo't by our permission:</l>
      <l n="1409">Else shall you not haue any hand at all</l>
      <l n="1410">About his Funerall. And you shall speake</l>
      <l n="1411">In the same Pulpit whereto I am going,</l>
      <l n="1412">After my speech is ended.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1413">Be it so:</l>
      <l n="1414">I do desire no more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1415">Prepare the body then, and follow vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Manet Antony.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <l n="1416">O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth:</l>
      <l n="1417">That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.</l>
      <l n="1418">Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man</l>
      <l n="1419">That euer liued in the Tide of Times.</l>
      <l n="1420">Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.</l>
      <l n="1421">Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,</l>
      <l n="1422">(Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,</l>
      <l n="1423">To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)</l>
      <l n="1424">A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;</l>
      <l n="1425">Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife,</l>
      <l n="1426">Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:</l>
      <l n="1427">Blood and destruction shall be so in vse,</l>
      <l n="1428">And dreadfull Obiects so familiar,</l>
      <l n="1429">That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold</l>
      <l n="1430">Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:</l>
      <l n="1431">All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds,</l>
      <l n="1432">And<hi rend="italic">Cæsars</hi>Spirit ranging for Reuenge,</l>
      <l n="1433">With<hi rend="italic">Ate</hi>by his side, come hot from Hell,</l>
      <l n="1434">Shall in these Confines, with a Monarkes voyce,</l>
      <l n="1435">Cry hauocke, and let slip the Dogges of Warre,</l>
      <l n="1436">That this foule deede, shall smell aboue the earth</l>
      <l n="1437">With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Octauio's Seruant.</stage>
      <l n="1438">You serue<hi rend="italic">Octauius Cæsar</hi>, do you not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1439">I do<hi rend="italic">Marke Antony</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1440">
         <hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>did write for him to come to Rome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1441">He did receiue his Letters, and is comming,</l>
      <l n="1442">And bid me say to you by word of mouth⸺</l>
      <l n="1443">O<hi rend="italic">Cæsar</hi>!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1444">Thy heart is bigge: get thee a‑part and weepe:</l>
      <l n="1445">Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,</l>
      <l n="1446">Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,</l>
      <l n="1447">Began to water. Is thy Master comming?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ser">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
      <l n="1448">He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-jc-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1449">Post backe with speede,</l>
      <l n="1450">And tell him what hath chanc'd:</l>
      <l n="1451">Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,</l>
      <l n="1452">No Rome of safety for<hi rend="italic">Octauius</hi>yet,</l>
      <l n="1453">Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a‑while,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0731-0.jpg" n="121"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1454">Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course</l>
      <l n="1455">Into the Market place: There shall I try</l>
      <l n="1456">In my Oration, how the People take</l>
      <l n="1457">The cruell issue of these bloody men,</l>
      <l n="1458">According to the which, thou shalt discourse</l>
      <l n="1459">To yong<hi rend="italic">Octauius</hi>, of the state of things.</l>
      <l n="1460">Lend me your hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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