JULIUS CÆSAR.

BY SHAKESPEARE.

[WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was born 1564, and died 1616.]

ACT III.

Brutus

-SCENE I. AFTER THE MURDER.

Let no man abide this deed,

But we the doers.

Cassius

Where's Antony?

Trebonius

Reënter TREBONIUS.

Fled to his house amazed:

Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
As it were doomsday.

Brutus

Fates! we will know your pleasures:

That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Cassius

Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Brutus

Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. -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, even to the market place:
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!
Cassius-

Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence,
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,

In states unborn, and accents yet unknown!
Brutus-

How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust!
Cassius-

So oft as that shall be,

So often shall the knot of us be called
The men that gave our country liberty.

Decius

What, shall we forth?

Cassius

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.

Brutus

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

Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down:
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say,
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say, I love Brutus, and I honor him;

Say, I feared Cæsar, honored him, and loved him;
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar 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.
Brutus-

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 honor,
Depart untouched.

I'll fetch him presently.

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

Cassius

I wish we may; but yet have I a mind,

That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

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

O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low?

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? - Fare thee well.

[Exit.

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I myself, there is no hour so 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 you bear me hard,

Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,

I shall not find myself so apt to die;

No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
Brutus-

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, in strength of malice, and our hearts,
Of brother's temper, do receive you in

With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cassius

Your voice shall be as strong as any man's,
In the disposing of new dignities.

Brutus

Only be patient, till we have appeased

The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,

Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.

Antony

I doubt not of your wisdom. 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; Yours, Cinna;-and, my valiant Casca, yours;Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all, -alas! what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
Either a coward, or a flatterer.

That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true:

If then thy spirit look upon us now,

Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?

Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,

It would become me better, than to close

In terms of friendship with thine enemies.

Pardon me, Julius! - Here wast thou bayed, brave hart;
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe.

O world! thou wast the forest to this hart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.-
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie!

Mark Antony,

Antony

Pardon me, Caius Cassius,

The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. Cassius

I blame you not for praising Cæsar so;

But what compáct mean you to have with us?
Will you be pricked in number of our friends;
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Antony-

Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed,
Swayed from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein, Cæsar was dangerous.

Brutus

Or else were this a savage spectacle:

Our reasons are so full of good regard,

That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar,
You should be satisfied.

Antony

That's all I seek:

And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market place;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Brutus

You shall, Mark Antony.

Cassius

Brutus, a word with you. — You know not what you do; Do not consent,

That Antony speak in his funeral:

Know you how much the people may be moved
By that which he will utter?

Brutus

By your pardon;
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Cæsar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission;
And that we are contented, Cæsar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
Cassius

I know not what may fall; I like it not.
Brutus

Mark Antony, here, take you Cæsar's body.
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 permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: And you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

-

[Aside.

[Exeunt all but ANTONY.

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 prophesy

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;

Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,