SCENE I. Rome. A street.Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain CommonersFLAVIUSHence! home, you idle creatures get you home:First Commoner
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the sign
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
Why, sir, a carpenter.MARULLUS
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?Second Commoner
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
You, sir, what trade are you?
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,MARULLUS
as you would say, a cobbler.
But what trade art thou? answer me directly.Second Commoner
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safeMARULLUS
conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?Second Commoner
Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,MARULLUS
if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!Second Commoner
Why, sir, cobble you.FLAVIUS
Thou art a cobbler, art thou?Second Commoner
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: IFLAVIUS
meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's
matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
But wherefore art not in thy shop today?Second Commoner
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myselfMARULLUS
into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday,
to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?FLAVIUS
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,This way will I
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Exeunt all the CommonersSee whether their basest metal be not moved;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
disrobe the images,MARULLUS
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
May we do so?FLAVIUS
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
SCENE II. A public place.Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a SoothsayerCAESARCalpurnia!CASCA
Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.CAESAR
Here, my lord.CAESAR
Stand you directly in Antonius' way,ANTONY
When he doth run his course. Antonius!
Caesar, my lord?CAESAR
Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,ANTONY
To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
I shall remember:CAESAR
When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
Set on; and leave no ceremony out.Soothsayer
Ha! who calls?CASCA
Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!CAESAR
Who is it in the press that calls on me?Soothsayer
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Beware the ides of March.CAESAR
What man is that?BRUTUS
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.CAESAR
Set him before me; let me see his face.CASSIUS
Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.CAESAR
What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.Soothsayer
Beware the ides of March.CAESAR
He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.CASSIUS
Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUSWill you go see the order of the course?BRUTUS
I pray you, do.BRUTUS
I am not gamesome: I do lack some partCASSIUS
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
I'll leave you.
Brutus, I do observe you now of late:BRUTUS
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--
Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;BRUTUS
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,CASSIUS
But by reflection, by some other things.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,CASSIUS
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:BRUTUS
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish, and shoutWhat means this shouting? I do fear, the peopleCASSIUS
Choose Caesar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it?BRUTUS
Then must I think you would not have it so.
I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.CASSIUS
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently,
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,BRUTUS
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body,
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Shout. FlourishAnother general shout!CASSIUS
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldBRUTUS
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;CASSIUS
What you would work me to, I have some aim:
How I have thought of this and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
I am glad that my weak wordsBRUTUS
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
The games are done and Caesar is returning.CASSIUS
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;BRUTUS
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
Re-enter CAESAR and his TrainI will do so. But, look you, Cassius,CASSIUS
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
Casca will tell us what the matter is.CAESAR
Let me have men about me that are fat;ANTONY
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;CAESAR
He is a noble Roman and well given.
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:CASCA
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;
He is a great observer and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCAYou pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?BRUTUS
Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,CASCA
That Caesar looks so sad.
Why, you were with him, were you not?BRUTUS
I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.CASCA
Why, there was a crown offered him: and beingBRUTUS
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
What was the second noise for?CASCA
Why, for that too.CASSIUS
They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?CASCA
Why, for that too.BRUTUS
Was the crown offered him thrice?CASCA
Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, everyCASSIUS
time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
mine honest neighbours shouted.
Who offered him the crown?CASCA
Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.CASCA
I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:CASSIUS
it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown
neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told
you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?CASCA
He fell down in the market-place, and foamed atBRUTUS
mouth, and was speechless.
'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.CASSIUS
No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,CASCA
And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,BRUTUS
Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
displeased them, as they use to do the players in
the theatre, I am no true man.
What said he when he came unto himself?CASCA
Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived theBRUTUS
common herd was glad he refused the crown, he
plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
throat to cut. An I had been a man of any
occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired
their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three
or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good
soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but
there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
And after that, he came, thus sad, away?CASCA
Did Cicero say any thing?CASCA
Ay, he spoke Greek.CASSIUS
To what effect?CASCA
Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' theCASSIUS
face again: but those that understood him smiled at
one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?CASCA
No, I am promised forth.CASSIUS
Will you dine with me to-morrow?CASCA
Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinnerCASSIUS
worth the eating.
Good: I will expect you.CASCA
Do so. Farewell, both.BRUTUS
ExitWhat a blunt fellow is this grown to be!CASSIUS
He was quick mettle when he went to school.
So is he now in executionBRUTUS
Of any bold or noble enterprise,
However he puts on this tardy form.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.
And so it is. For this time I will leave you:CASSIUS
To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you; or, if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
I will do so: till then, think of the world.
Exit BRUTUSWell, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
He should not humour me. I will this night,
In several hands, in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
Writings all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
SCENE III. The same. A street.Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICEROCICEROGood even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?CASCA
Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
Are not you moved, when all the sway of earthCICERO
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?CASCA
A common slave--you know him well by sight--CICERO
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:CASCA
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
He doth; for he did bid AntoniusCICERO
Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
Good night then, Casca: this disturbed skyCASCA
Is not to walk in.
Enter CASSIUSWho's there?CASCA
Casca, by your voice.CASCA
Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!CASSIUS
A very pleasing night to honest men.CASCA
Who ever knew the heavens menace so?CASSIUS
Those that have known the earth so full of faults.CASCA
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night,
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.
But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?CASSIUS
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of lifeCASCA
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men fool and children calculate,
Why all these things change from their ordinance
Their natures and preformed faculties
To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state.
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol,
A man no mightier than thyself or me
In personal action, yet prodigious grown
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?CASSIUS
Let it be who it is: for Romans nowCASCA
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
Indeed, they say the senators tomorrowCASSIUS
Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
In every place, save here in Italy.
I know where I will wear this dagger then;CASCA
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.
Thunder stillSo can I:CASSIUS
So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?CASCA
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
You speak to Casca, and to such a manCASSIUS
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
And I will set this foot of mine as far
As who goes farthest.
There's a bargain made.CASCA
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element
In favour's like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.CASSIUS
'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;CINNA
He is a friend.
Enter CINNACinna, where haste you so?
To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?CASSIUS
No, it is Casca; one incorporateCINNA
To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!CASSIUS
There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Am I not stay'd for? tell me.CINNA
Yes, you are.CASSIUS
O Cassius, if you could
But win the noble Brutus to our party--
Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,CINNA
And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
All but Metellus Cimber; and he's goneCASSIUS
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.CASCA
Exit CINNACome, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire
Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:CASSIUS
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
Him and his worth and our great need of him
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight; and ere day
We will awake him and be sure of him.
SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.Enter BRUTUSBRUTUSWhat, Lucius, ho!LUCIUS
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
Enter LUCIUSCall'd you, my lord?BRUTUS
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:LUCIUS
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
I will, my lord.BRUTUS
ExitIt must be by his death: and for my part,LUCIUS
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;--
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round.
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.
Re-enter LUCIUSThe taper burneth in your closet, sir.BRUTUS
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
It did not lie there when I went to bed.
Gives him the letterGet you to bed again; it is not day.LUCIUS
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
I know not, sir.BRUTUS
Look in the calendar, and bring me word.LUCIUS
I will, sir.BRUTUS
ExitThe exhalations whizzing in the airLUCIUS
Give so much light that I may read by them.
Opens the letter and reads'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, & c. Speak, strike, redress!
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.
'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Re-enter LUCIUSSir, March is wasted fourteen days.BRUTUS
Knocking within'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.LUCIUS
Exit LUCIUSSince Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Re-enter LUCIUSSir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,BRUTUS
Who doth desire to see you.
Is he alone?LUCIUS
No, sir, there are moe with him.BRUTUS
Do you know them?LUCIUS
No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,BRUTUS
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour.
Let 'em enter.CASSIUS
Exit LUCIUSThey are the faction. O conspiracy,
Shamest thou to show 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.
Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUSI think we are too bold upon your rest:BRUTUS
Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
I have been up this hour, awake all night.CASSIUS
Know I these men that come along with you?
Yes, every man of them, and no man hereBRUTUS
But honours you; and every one doth wish
You had but that opinion of yourself
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
He is welcome hither.CASSIUS
This, Decius Brutus.BRUTUS
He is welcome too.CASSIUS
This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.BRUTUS
They are all welcome.CASSIUS
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
Shall I entreat a word?DECIUS BRUTUS
BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisperHere lies the east: doth not the day break here?CASCA
O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray linesCASCA
That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
You shall confess that you are both deceived.BRUTUS
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence up higher toward the north
He first presents his fire; and the high east
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Give me your hands all over, one by one.CASSIUS
And let us swear our resolution.BRUTUS
No, not an oath: if not the face of men,CASSIUS
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
What need we any spur but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter? and what other oath
Than honesty to honesty engaged,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think that or our cause or our performance
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he do break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?CASCA
I think he will stand very strong with us.
Let us not leave him out.CINNA
No, by no means.METELLUS CIMBER
O, let us have him, for his silver hairsBRUTUS
Will purchase us a good opinion
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;
Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.
O, name him not: let us not break with him;CASSIUS
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.
Then leave him out.CASCA
Indeed he is not fit.DECIUS BRUTUS
Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?CASSIUS
Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,BRUTUS
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,CASSIUS
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
Our purpose necessary and not envious:
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
When Caesar's head is off.
Yet I fear him;BRUTUS
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--
Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:TREBONIUS
If he love Caesar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
And that were much he should; for he is given
To sports, to wildness and much company.
There is no fear in him; let him not die;BRUTUS
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
Clock strikesPeace! count the clock.CASSIUS
The clock hath stricken three.TREBONIUS
'Tis time to part.CASSIUS
But it is doubtful yet,DECIUS BRUTUS
Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
Never fear that: if he be so resolved,CASSIUS
I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flattered.
Let me work;
For I can give his humour the true bent,
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.BRUTUS
By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?CINNA
Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.METELLUS CIMBER
Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,BRUTUS
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
I wonder none of you have thought of him.
Now, good Metellus, go along by him:CASSIUS
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.BRUTUS
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;PORTIA
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits and formal constancy:
And so good morrow to you every one.
Exeunt all but BRUTUSBoy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
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.
Enter PORTIABrutus, my lord!BRUTUS
Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?PORTIA
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,BRUTUS
Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
And could it work so much upon your shape
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
I am not well in health, and that is all.PORTIA
Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,BRUTUS
He would embrace the means to come by it.
Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.PORTIA
Is Brutus sick? and is it physicalBRUTUS
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had to resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
Kneel not, gentle Portia.PORTIA
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.BRUTUS
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself
But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
You are my true and honourable wife,PORTIA
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart
If this were true, then should I know this secret.BRUTUS
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant I am a woman; but withal
A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd and so husbanded?
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
And not my husband's secrets?
O ye gods,LUCIUS
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Knocking withinHark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows:
Leave me with haste.
Exit PORTIALucius, who's that knocks?
Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUSHe is a sick man that would speak with you.BRUTUS
Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.LIGARIUS
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.BRUTUS
O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,LIGARIUS
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
I am not sick, if Brutus have in handBRUTUS
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,LIGARIUS
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
By all the gods that Romans bow before,BRUTUS
I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
A piece of work that will make sick men whole.LIGARIUS
But are not some whole that we must make sick?BRUTUS
That must we also. What it is, my Caius,LIGARIUS
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.
Set on your foot,BRUTUS
And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
Follow me, then.
SCENE II. CAESAR's house.Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gownCAESARNor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:Servant
Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
Enter a ServantMy lord?CAESAR
Go bid the priests do present sacrificeServant
And bring me their opinions of success.
I will, my lord.CALPURNIA
Enter CALPURNIAWhat mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?CAESAR
You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd meCALPURNIA
Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,CAESAR
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
What can be avoidedCALPURNIA
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;CAESAR
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;Servant
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;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Re-enter ServantWhat say the augurers?
They would not have you to stir forth to-day.CAESAR
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.
The gods do this in shame of cowardice:CALPURNIA
Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well
That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible:
And Caesar shall go forth.
Alas, my lord,CAESAR
Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
And he shall say you are not well to-day:
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
Mark Antony shall say I am not well,DECIUS BRUTUS
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Enter DECIUS BRUTUSHere's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:CAESAR
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
And you are come in very happy time,CALPURNIA
To bear my greeting to the senators
And tell them that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:
I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
Say he is sick.CAESAR
Shall Caesar send a lie?DECIUS BRUTUS
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,CAESAR
Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
The cause is in my will: I will not come;DECIUS BRUTUS
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know:
Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
This dream is all amiss interpreted;CAESAR
It was a vision fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.
This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
And this way have you well expounded it.DECIUS BRUTUS
I have, when you have heard what I can say:CAESAR
And know it now: the senate have concluded
To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
If you shall send them word you will not come,
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
'Break up the senate till another time,
When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?
Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love
To our proceeding bids me tell you this;
And reason to my love is liable.
How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!PUBLIUS
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Give me my robe, for I will go.
Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNAAnd look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Good morrow, Caesar.CAESAR
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
As that same ague which hath made you lean.
What is 't o'clock?
Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.CAESAR
I thank you for your pains and courtesy.ANTONY
Enter ANTONYSee! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
So to most noble Caesar.CAESAR
Bid them prepare within:TREBONIUS
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Caesar, I will:CAESAR
Asideand so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;BRUTUS
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
[Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paperARTEMIDORUS'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;
come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not
Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus
loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.
There is but one mind in all these men, and it is
bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,
look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.Enter PORTIA and LUCIUSPORTIAI prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;LUCIUS
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?
To know my errand, madam.PORTIA
I would have had thee there, and here again,LUCIUS
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
O constancy, be strong upon my side,
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Art thou here yet?
Madam, what should I do?PORTIA
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,LUCIUS
For he went sickly forth: and take good note
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?
I hear none, madam.PORTIA
Prithee, listen well;LUCIUS
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.PORTIA
Enter the SoothsayerCome hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?Soothsayer
At mine own house, good lady.PORTIA
What is't o'clock?Soothsayer
About the ninth hour, lady.PORTIA
Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?Soothsayer
Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,PORTIA
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?Soothsayer
That I have, lady: if it will please CaesarPORTIA
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?Soothsayer
None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.PORTIA
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
ExitI must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and othersCAESAR[To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.Soothsayer
Ay, Caesar; but not gone.ARTEMIDORUS
Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.DECIUS BRUTUS
Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,ARTEMIDORUS
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suitCAESAR
That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
What touches us ourself shall be last served.ARTEMIDORUS
Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.CAESAR
What, is the fellow mad?PUBLIUS
Sirrah, give place.CASSIUS
What, urge you your petitions in the street?POPILIUS
Come to the Capitol.
CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest followingI wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.CASSIUS
What enterprise, Popilius?POPILIUS
Fare you well.BRUTUS
Advances to CAESARWhat said Popilius Lena?CASSIUS
He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.BRUTUS
I fear our purpose is discovered.
Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.CASSIUS
Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.BRUTUS
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant:CASSIUS
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.DECIUS BRUTUS
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUSWhere is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,BRUTUS
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
He is address'd: press near and second him.CINNA
Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.CAESAR
Are we all ready? What is now amissMETELLUS CIMBER
That Caesar and his senate must redress?
Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,CAESAR
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart,--
KneelingI must prevent thee, Cimber.METELLUS CIMBER
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
Is there no voice more worthy than my ownBRUTUS
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;CAESAR
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:CASSIUS
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
I could be well moved, if I were as you:CINNA
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd 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,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?DECIUS BRUTUS
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?CASCA
Speak, hands for me!CAESAR
CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAREt tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.CINNA
DiesLiberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!CASSIUS
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Some to the common pulpits, and cry outBRUTUS
'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
People and senators, be not affrighted;CASCA
Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.DECIUS BRUTUS
And Cassius too.BRUTUS
Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.METELLUS CIMBER
Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar'sBRUTUS
Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;CASSIUS
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,BRUTUS
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Do so: and let no man abide this deed,CASSIUS
But we the doers.
Re-enter TREBONIUSWhere is Antony?TREBONIUS
Fled to his house amazed:BRUTUS
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
As it were doomsday.
Fates, we will know your pleasures:CASSIUS
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of lifeBRUTUS
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Grant that, and then is death a benefit:CASSIUS
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar'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!'
Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages henceBRUTUS
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,CASSIUS
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!
So oft as that shall be,DECIUS BRUTUS
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.
What, shall we forth?CASSIUS
Ay, every man away:BRUTUS
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a ServantSoft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.Servant
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:BRUTUS
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar 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.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;Servant
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
I'll fetch him presently.BRUTUS
ExitI know that we shall have him well to friend.CASSIUS
I wish we may: but yet have I a mindBRUTUS
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
But here comes Antony.ANTONY
Re-enter ANTONYWelcome, Mark Antony.
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?BRUTUS
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
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 hour so fit
As Caesar's death 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,
Fulfil 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 Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
O Antony, beg not your death of us.CASSIUS
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 Caesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Your voice shall be as strong as any man'sBRUTUS
In the disposing of new dignities.
Only be patient till we have appeasedANTONY
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of your wisdom.CASSIUS
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 last 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, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
To see thy thy Anthony 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 bay'd, brave hart;
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd 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, strucken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie!
Pardon me, Caius Cassius:CASSIUS
The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
I blame you not for praising Caesar so;ANTONY
But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,BRUTUS
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
Or else were this a savage spectacle:ANTONY
Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.
That's all I seek:BRUTUS
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.
You shall, Mark Antony.CASSIUS
Brutus, a word with you.BRUTUS
Aside to BRUTUSYou 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?
By your pardon;CASSIUS
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission,
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
I know not what may fall; I like it not.BRUTUS
Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.ANTONY
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
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.
Be it so.BRUTUS
I do desire no more.
Prepare the body then, and follow us.ANTONY
Exeunt all but ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,Servant
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
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter a ServantYou serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
I do, Mark Antony.ANTONY
Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.Servant
He did receive his letters, and is coming;ANTONY
And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
Seeing the bodyThy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.Servant
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?
He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.ANTONY
Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
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;
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand.
Exeunt with CAESAR's body
SCENE II. The Forum.Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of CitizensCitizensWe will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.BRUTUS
Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.First Citizen
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Caesar's death.
I will hear Brutus speak.Second Citizen
I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,Third Citizen
When severally we hear them rendered.
Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the pulpitThe noble Brutus is ascended: silence!BRUTUS
Be patient till the last.All
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
Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved 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
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 that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
None, Brutus, none.BRUTUS
Then none have I offended. I have done no more toAll
Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's bodyHere comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
the benefit of his dying, a place in the
commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the
good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
when it shall please my country to need my death.
Live, Brutus! live, live!First Citizen
Bring him with triumph home unto his house.Second Citizen
Give him a statue with his ancestors.Third Citizen
Let him be Caesar.Fourth Citizen
Caesar's better partsFirst Citizen
Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
We'll bring him to his houseBRUTUS
With shouts and clamours.
My countrymen,--Second Citizen
Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.First Citizen
Good countrymen, let me depart alone,First Citizen
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
By our permission, is allow'd to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
ExitStay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.Third Citizen
Let him go up into the public chair;ANTONY
We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.Fourth Citizen
Goes into the pulpitWhat does he say of Brutus?Third Citizen
He says, for Brutus' sake,Fourth Citizen
He finds himself beholding to us all.
'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.First Citizen
This Caesar was a tyrant.Third Citizen
Nay, that's certain:Second Citizen
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.ANTONY
You gentle Romans,--Citizens
Peace, ho! let us hear him.ANTONY
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;First Citizen
I come to bury Caesar, 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 Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says 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 Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
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 withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.Second Citizen
If thou consider rightly of the matter,Third Citizen
Caesar has had great wrong.
Has he, masters?Fourth Citizen
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;First Citizen
Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
If it be found so, some will dear abide it.Second Citizen
Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.Third Citizen
There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.Fourth Citizen
Now mark him, he begins again to speak.ANTONY
But yesterday the word of Caesar mightFourth Citizen
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.All
The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.ANTONY
Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;Fourth Citizen
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;ANTONY
You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?Fourth Citizen
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
They were traitors: honourable men!All
The will! the testament!Second Citizen
They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.ANTONY
You will compel me, then, to read the will?Several Citizens
Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
Come down.Second Citizen
You shall have leave.Fourth Citizen
ANTONY comes downA ring; stand round.First Citizen
Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.Second Citizen
Room for Antony, most noble Antony.ANTONY
Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.Several Citizens
Stand back; room; bear back.ANTONY
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.First Citizen
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii:
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
O piteous spectacle!Second Citizen
O noble Caesar!Third Citizen
O woful day!Fourth Citizen
O traitors, villains!First Citizen
O most bloody sight!Second Citizen
We will be revenged.All
Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!ANTONY
Let not a traitor live!
Stay, countrymen.First Citizen
Peace there! hear the noble Antony.Second Citizen
We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.ANTONY
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you upAll
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
We'll mutiny.First Citizen
We'll burn the house of Brutus.Third Citizen
Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.ANTONY
Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.All
Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!ANTONY
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:All
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.ANTONY
Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.Second Citizen
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.Third Citizen
O royal Caesar!ANTONY
Hear me with patience.All
Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,First Citizen
His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
Never, never. Come, away, away!Second Citizen
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.
Go fetch fire.Third Citizen
Pluck down benches.Fourth Citizen
Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.ANTONY
Exeunt Citizens with the bodyNow let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,Servant
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Enter a ServantHow now, fellow!
Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.ANTONY
Where is he?Servant
He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.ANTONY
And thither will I straight to visit him:Servant
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.
I heard him say, Brutus and CassiusANTONY
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
SCENE III. A street.Enter CINNA the poetCINNA THE POETI dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,First Citizen
And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
Enter CitizensWhat is your name?Second Citizen
Whither are you going?Third Citizen
Where do you dwell?Fourth Citizen
Are you a married man or a bachelor?Second Citizen
Answer every man directly.First Citizen
Ay, and briefly.Fourth Citizen
Ay, and wisely.Third Citizen
Ay, and truly, you were best.CINNA THE POET
What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do ISecond Citizen
dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to
answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and
truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:CINNA THE POET
you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.First Citizen
As a friend or an enemy?CINNA THE POET
As a friend.Second Citizen
That matter is answered directly.Fourth Citizen
For your dwelling,--briefly.CINNA THE POET
Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.Third Citizen
Your name, sir, truly.CINNA THE POET
Truly, my name is Cinna.First Citizen
Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.CINNA THE POET
I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.Fourth Citizen
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.CINNA THE POET
I am not Cinna the conspirator.Fourth Citizen
It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but hisThird Citizen
name out of his heart, and turn him going.
Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!
SCENE I. A house in Rome.ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a tableANTONYThese many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.OCTAVIUS
Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?LEPIDUS
I do consent--OCTAVIUS
Prick him down, Antony.LEPIDUS
Upon condition Publius shall not live,ANTONY
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.LEPIDUS
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
What, shall I find you here?OCTAVIUS
Or here, or at the Capitol.ANTONY
Exit LEPIDUSThis is a slight unmeritable man,OCTAVIUS
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
So you thought him;ANTONY
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
Octavius, I have seen more days than you:OCTAVIUS
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.
You may do your will;ANTONY
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
So is my horse, Octavius; and for thatOCTAVIUS
I do appoint him store of provender:
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On abjects, orts and imitations,
Which, out of use and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
And open perils surest answered.
Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.
SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting themBRUTUSStand, ho!LUCILIUS
Give the word, ho! and stand.BRUTUS
What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?LUCILIUS
He is at hand; and Pindarus is comeBRUTUS
To do you salutation from his master.
He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,PINDARUS
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.
I do not doubtBRUTUS
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;LUCILIUS
How he received you, let me be resolved.
With courtesy and with respect enough;BRUTUS
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath used of old.
Thou hast describedLUCILIUS
A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;BRUTUS
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.
Hark! he is arrived.CASSIUS
Low march withinMarch gently on to meet him.
Enter CASSIUS and his powersStand, ho!BRUTUS
Stand, ho! Speak the word along.First Soldier
Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.BRUTUS
Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?CASSIUS
And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;BRUTUS
And when you do them--
Cassius, be content.CASSIUS
Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.
Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
SCENE III. Brutus's tent.Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUSCASSIUSThat you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:BRUTUS
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
You wronged yourself to write in such a case.CASSIUS
In such a time as this it is not meetBRUTUS
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourselfCASSIUS
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold
I an itching palm!BRUTUS
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
The name of Cassius honours this corruption,CASSIUS
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Remember March, the ides of March remember:CASSIUS
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Brutus, bay not me;BRUTUS
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practise, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
Go to; you are not, Cassius.CASSIUS
I say you are not.CASSIUS
Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;BRUTUS
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Away, slight man!CASSIUS
Hear me, for I will speak.CASSIUS
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?BRUTUS
All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;CASSIUS
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
Is it come to this?BRUTUS
You say you are a better soldier:CASSIUS
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;BRUTUS
I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
Did I say 'better'?
If you did, I care not.CASSIUS
When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.BRUTUS
Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.CASSIUS
I durst not!BRUTUS
What, durst not tempt him!BRUTUS
For your life you durst not!CASSIUS
Do not presume too much upon my love;BRUTUS
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
You have done that you should be sorry for.CASSIUS
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection: I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
Dash him to pieces!
I denied you not.BRUTUS
I did not: he was but a fool that broughtBRUTUS
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
I do not, till you practise them on me.CASSIUS
You love me not.BRUTUS
I do not like your faults.CASSIUS
A friendly eye could never see such faults.BRUTUS
A flatterer's would not, though they do appearCASSIUS
As huge as high Olympus.
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,BRUTUS
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Sheathe your dagger:CASSIUS
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
Hath Cassius livedBRUTUS
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.BRUTUS
And my heart too.CASSIUS
What's the matter?CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me,BRUTUS
When that rash humour which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,Poet
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
[Within] Let me go in to see the generals;LUCILIUS
There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
They be alone.
[Within] You shall not come to them.Poet
[Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.CASSIUS
Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUSHow now! what's the matter?Poet
For shame, you generals! what do you mean?CASSIUS
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!BRUTUS
Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!CASSIUS
Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.BRUTUS
I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:CASSIUS
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Away, away, be gone.BRUTUS
Exit PoetLucilius and Titinius, bid the commandersCASSIUS
Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with youBRUTUS
Immediately to us.
Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUSLucius, a bowl of wine!CASSIUS
Exit LUCIUSI did not think you could have been so angry.BRUTUS
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.CASSIUS
Of your philosophy you make no use,BRUTUS
If you give place to accidental evils.
No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.CASSIUS
She is dead.CASSIUS
How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?BRUTUS
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
Impatient of my absence,CASSIUS
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
And died so?BRUTUS
O ye immortal gods!BRUTUS
Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taperSpeak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.CASSIUS
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.BRUTUS
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
Come in, Titinius!CASSIUS
Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALAWelcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Portia, art thou gone?BRUTUS
No more, I pray you.MESSALA
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.BRUTUS
With what addition?MESSALA
That by proscription and bills of outlawry,BRUTUS
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
Have put to death an hundred senators.
Therein our letters do not well agree;CASSIUS
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cicero is dead,BRUTUS
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?BRUTUS
That, methinks, is strange.BRUTUS
Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?MESSALA
No, my lord.BRUTUS
Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.MESSALA
Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:BRUTUS
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:MESSALA
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
Even so great men great losses should endure.CASSIUS
I have as much of this in art as you,BRUTUS
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Well, to our work alive. What do you thinkCASSIUS
Of marching to Philippi presently?
I do not think it good.BRUTUS
This it is:BRUTUS
'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.CASSIUS
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection;
For they have grudged us contribution:
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
Hear me, good brother.BRUTUS
Under your pardon. You must note beside,CASSIUS
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Then, with your will, go on;BRUTUS
We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,CASSIUS
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?
No more. Good night:BRUTUS
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Enter LUCIUSMy gown.
Exit LUCIUSFarewell, good Messala:
Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.
O my dear brother!BRUTUS
This was an ill beginning of the night:
Never come such division 'tween our souls!
Let it not, Brutus.
Every thing is well.CASSIUS
Good night, my lord.BRUTUS
Good night, good brother.TITINIUS MESSALA
Good night, Lord Brutus.BRUTUS
Farewell, every one.LUCIUS
Exeunt all but BRUTUS
Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gownGive me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Here in the tent.BRUTUS
What, thou speak'st drowsily?LUCIUS
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
Call Claudius and some other of my men:
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Varro and Claudius!VARRO
Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUSCalls my lord?BRUTUS
I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;VARRO
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.BRUTUS
I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;LUCIUS
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie downI was sure your lordship did not give it me.BRUTUS
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.LUCIUS
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Ay, my lord, an't please you.BRUTUS
It does, my boy:LUCIUS
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
It is my duty, sir.BRUTUS
I should not urge thy duty past thy might;LUCIUS
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
I have slept, my lord, already.BRUTUS
It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;GHOST
I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Music, and a songThis is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
Enter the Ghost of CAESARHow ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art.
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.BRUTUS
Why comest thou?GHOST
To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.BRUTUS
Well; then I shall see thee again?GHOST
Ay, at Philippi.BRUTUS
Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.LUCIUS
Exit GhostNow I have taken heart thou vanishest:
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
The strings, my lord, are false.BRUTUS
He thinks he still is at his instrument.LUCIUS
Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?LUCIUS
My lord, I do not know that I did cry.BRUTUS
Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?LUCIUS
Nothing, my lord.BRUTUS
Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!VARRO
To VARROFellow thou, awake!
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?VARRO CLAUDIUS
Did we, my lord?BRUTUS
Ay: saw you any thing?VARRO
No, my lord, I saw nothing.CLAUDIUS
Nor I, my lord.BRUTUS
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;VARRO CLAUDIUS
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
It shall be done, my lord.
SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their armyOCTAVIUSNow, Antony, our hopes are answered:ANTONY
You said the enemy would not come down,
But keep the hills and upper regions;
It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I knowMessenger
Wherefore they do it: they could be content
To visit other places; and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
But 'tis not so.
Enter a MessengerPrepare you, generals:ANTONY
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.
Octavius, lead your battle softly on,OCTAVIUS
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.ANTONY
Why do you cross me in this exigent?OCTAVIUS
I do not cross you; but I will do so.BRUTUS
Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and othersThey stand, and would have parley.CASSIUS
Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.OCTAVIUS
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?ANTONY
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.OCTAVIUS
Make forth; the generals would have some words.
Stir not until the signal.BRUTUS
Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?OCTAVIUS
Not that we love words better, as you do.BRUTUS
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.ANTONY
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:CASSIUS
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Not stingless too.BRUTUS
O, yes, and soundless too;ANTONY
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggersCASSIUS
Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:OCTAVIUS
This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have ruled.
Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,BRUTUS
The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,OCTAVIUS
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
So I hope;BRUTUS
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,CASSIUS
Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,ANTONY
Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
Old Cassius still!OCTAVIUS
Come, Antony, away!CASSIUS
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their armyWhy, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!BRUTUS
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.LUCILIUS
[Standing forth] My lord?CASSIUS
BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apartMessala!MESSALA
[Standing forth] What says my general?CASSIUS
This is my birth-day; as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
Be thou my witness that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong
And his opinion: now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
Who to Philippi here consorted us:
This morning are they fled away and gone;
And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
Believe not so.CASSIUS
I but believe it partly;BRUTUS
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
Even so, Lucilius.CASSIUS
Now, most noble Brutus,BRUTUS
The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
The very last time we shall speak together:
What are you then determined to do?
Even by the rule of that philosophyCASSIUS
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life: arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.
Then, if we lose this battle,BRUTUS
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,CASSIUS
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun;
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!BRUTUS
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALABRUTUSRide, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.
Loud alarumLet them set on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
SCENE III. Another part of the field.Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUSCASSIUSO, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!TITINIUS
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;PINDARUS
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
Enter PINDARUSFly further off, my lord, fly further off;CASSIUS
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord
Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;TITINIUS
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
They are, my lord.CASSIUS
Titinius, if thou lovest me,TITINIUS
Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
I will be here again, even with a thought.CASSIUS
ExitGo, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;PINDARUS
My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou notest about the field.
PINDARUS ascends the hillThis day I breathed first: time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
[Above] O my lord!CASSIUS
[Above] Titinius is enclosed round aboutCASSIUS
With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
ShoutAnd, hark! they shout for joy.
Come down, behold no more.PINDARUS
O, coward that I am, to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
PINDARUS descendsCome hither, sirrah:
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword.
PINDARUS stabs himCaesar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
DiesSo, I am free; yet would not so have been,MESSALA
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.
Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALAIt is but change, Titinius; for OctaviusTITINIUS
Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
These tidings will well comfort Cassius.MESSALA
Where did you leave him?TITINIUS
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground?TITINIUS
He lies not like the living. O my heart!MESSALA
Is not that he?TITINIUS
No, this was he, Messala,MESSALA
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.TITINIUS
O hateful error, melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?MESSALA
Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meetTITINIUS
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
Hie you, Messala,BRUTUS
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Exit MESSALAWhy didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part
Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUSWhere, where, Messala, doth his body lie?MESSALA
Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.BRUTUS
Titinius' face is upward.CATO
He is slain.BRUTUS
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!CATO
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails.
Low alarumsBrave Titinius!BRUTUS
Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.
SCENE IV. Another part of the field.Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and othersBRUTUSYet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!CATO
What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?BRUTUS
I will proclaim my name about the field:
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;LUCILIUS
Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
ExitO young and noble Cato, art thou down?First Soldier
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
Yield, or thou diest.LUCILIUS
Only I yield to die:First Soldier
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
Offering moneyKill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
We must not. A noble prisoner!Second Soldier
Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.First Soldier
I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.ANTONY
Enter ANTONYBrutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
Where is he?LUCILIUS
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:ANTONY
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How every thing is chanced.
SCENE V. Another part of the field.Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUSBRUTUSCome, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.CLITUS
Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,BRUTUS
He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;CLITUS
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
WhispersWhat, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.BRUTUS
Peace then! no words.CLITUS
I'll rather kill myself.BRUTUS
Hark thee, Dardanius.DARDANIUS
WhispersShall I do such a deed?CLITUS
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?DARDANIUS
To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.CLITUS
Now is that noble vessel full of grief,BRUTUS
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.VOLUMNIUS
What says my lord?BRUTUS
Why, this, Volumnius:VOLUMNIUS
The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
I know my hour is come.
Not so, my lord.BRUTUS
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.VOLUMNIUS
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
Low alarumsIt is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
That's not an office for a friend, my lord.CLITUS
Alarum stillFly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.BRUTUS
Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.CLITUS
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More than Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
Hath almost ended his life's history:
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'Fly, my lord, fly.BRUTUS
Hence! I will follow.STRATO
Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUSI prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.BRUTUS
Farewell, good Strato.OCTAVIUS
Runs on his swordCaesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the armyWhat man is that?MESSALA
My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?STRATO
Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:LUCILIUS
The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honour by his death.
So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,OCTAVIUS
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.STRATO
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.OCTAVIUS
Do so, good Messala.MESSALA
How died my master, Strato?STRATO
I held the sword, and he did run on it.MESSALA
Octavius, then take him to follow thee,ANTONY
That did the latest service to my master.
This was the noblest Roman of them all:OCTAVIUS
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
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