VOLUME IV BOOK IV

JULIUS CAESAR

By William Shakespeare

Dramatis Personae

JULIUS CAESAR (CAESAR) OCTAVIUS CAESAR (OCTAVIUS) MARCUS ANTONIUS (ANTONY) M. AEMILIUS LEPIDUS CICERO PUBLIUS POPILIUS LENA MARCUS BRUTUS CASSIUS CASCA TREBONIUS LIGARIUS DECIUS BRUTUS METELLUS CIMBER CINNA FLAVIUS MARULLUS conspirators against Julius Caesar. senators. VARRO CLITUS CLAUDIUS STRATO LUCIUS DARDANIUS triumvirs after death of Julius Caesar.

CINNA a poet. Another Poet. (POET) LUCILIUS TITINIUS MESSALA YOUNG CATO (CATO) VOLUMNIUS friends to Brutus and Cassius.

servants to Brutus.

PINDARUS servant to Cassius. CALPURNIA wife to Caesar. PORTIA wife to Brutus. Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. (FIRST CITIZEN), (SECOND CITIZEN), (THIRD CITIZEN), (FOURTH CITIZEN), (FIRST COMMONER), (SECOND COMMONER), (SERVANT), (FIRST SOLDIER), (SECOND SOLDIER), (THIRD SOLDIER), (MESSENGER)

tribunes.

ARTEMIDORUS OF CNIDOS a teacher of rhetoric. A Soothsayer. (SOOTHSAYER)

SCENE Rome; the neighbourhood of Sardis; the neighbourhood of Philippi.

JULIUS CAESAR

ACT I
SCENE I Rome. A street. [Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners]
FLAVIUS Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: 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? FIRST COMMONER MARULLUS SECOND COMMONER FLAVIUS

Why, sir, cobble you.

Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesmans matters, nor womens 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 neats leather have gone upon my handiwork.
SECOND COMMONER

But wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
FLAVIUS

Why, sir, a carpenter.

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you?
SECOND COMMONER

Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
SECOND COMMONER

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

MARULLUS But what trade art thou? answer me directly.

A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
SECOND COMMONER

What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?

MARULLUS SECOND COMMONER

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

MARULLUS What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? 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 climbd 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?
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Julius Caesar: ACT I And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompeys 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.
FLAVIUS Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, 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.

Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
CAESAR

I shall remember: When Caesar says Do this, it is performd.

ANTONY CAESAR

Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

[Flourish]
SOOTHSAYER CAESAR CASCA CAESAR

Caesar!

[Exeunt all the Commoners]

See whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I disrobe the images, If you do find them deckd with ceremonies.
MARULLUS

Ha! who calls? Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry Caesar! Speak; Caesar is turnd to hear.
SOOTHSAYER CAESAR BRUTUS

May we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

FLAVIUS

Beware the ides of March.

What man is that?

It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesars trophies. Ill about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluckd from Caesars wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

CAESAR CASSIUS

Set him before me; let me see his face.

Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

CAESAR

What sayst thou to me now? speak once again. Beware the ides of March.

[Exeunt] 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 Soothsayer]
CAESAR CASCA CAESAR

SOOTHSAYER CAESAR

He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

[Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS]

CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS

Will you go see the order of the course? Not I. I pray you, do.

Calpurnia! Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. Calpurnia! Here, my lord.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; Ill leave you. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: 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.
CASSIUS

CALPURNIA CAESAR

Stand you directly in Antonius way, When he doth run his course. Antonius!
ANTONY

Caesar, my lord?

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Julius Caesar: ACT I Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veild 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.
BRUTUS CASSIUS Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? BRUTUS No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things. CASSIUS Tis just: 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 ages yoke, Have wishd that noble Brutus had his eyes. BRUTUS BRUTUS What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.

Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
CASSIUS

I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. 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.
BRUTUS

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

CASSIUS Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: 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 shout]

I know that virtue to be in you, 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 winters 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 roard, 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
CASSIUS

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Julius Caesar: ACT I 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. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

The games are done and Caesar is returning.

[Shout. Flourish]
BRUTUS

As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

Another general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heapd on Caesar.

[Re-enter CAESAR and his Train]

I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesars brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calpurnias cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being crossd in conference by some senators.
BRUTUS CASSIUS CAESAR ANTONY CAESAR

CASSIUS Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world 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 talkd of Rome, That her wide walls encompassd 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 brookd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. BRUTUS

Casca will tell us what the matter is. Antonius! Caesar?

Let me have men about me that are fat; 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; hes not dangerous; He is a noble Roman and well given.
ANTONY

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; 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.
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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; 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 mockd himself and scornd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at hearts ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be feard 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 thinkst of him.
CAESAR

[Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA]

You pulld me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
CASCA

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Julius Caesar: ACT I Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day, That Caesar looks so sad.
BRUTUS CASCA

Why, you were with him, were you not? I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

BRUTUS CASCA

I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, 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.
CASCA BRUTUS CASCA

Why, there was a crown offered him: and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
BRUTUS CASCA

What said he when he came unto himself?

What was the second noise for?

Why, for that too. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

CASSIUS CASCA

Why, for that too. Was the crown offered him thrice?

BRUTUS CASCA

Ay, marry, wast, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other, and at every putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted.
CASSIUS CASCA

Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the 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 theres no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
BRUTUS

And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

Who offered him the crown?

CASCA

Ay. Did Cicero say any thing?

Why, Antony.
CASSIUS

BRUTUS CASCA

Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

CASCA

Ay, he spoke Greek. To what effect?

I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: 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 swoon?
CASSIUS CASCA He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless. BRUTUS

CASSIUS CASCA

Nay, an I tell you that, Ill neer look you i the 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 Caesars images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
CASSIUS CASCA

Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?

No, I am promised forth. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

CASSIUS CASCA

Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner worth the eating.
CASSIUS CASCA

Good: I will expect you.

Do so. Farewell, both.

Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

BRUTUS

[Exit]
What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school.
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CASSIUS No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

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Julius Caesar: ACT I So is he now in execution 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.
CASSIUS BRUTUS CICERO CASCA

Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

And so it is. For this time I will leave you: 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.
CASSIUS

I will do so: till then, think of the world.

[Exit BRUTUS]
Well, 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 Caesars ambition shall be glanced at: And after this let Caesar seat him sure; For we will shake him, or worse days endure.

A common slaveyou know him well by sight Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joind, and yet his hand, Not sensible of fire, remaind unscorchd. BesidesI 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: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
CICERO

He doth; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
CASCA

Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in.
CICERO CASCA

[Exit] SCENE III The same. A street. [Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO]
Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
CICERO

Farewell, Cicero.

[Exit CICERO] [Enter CASSIUS]

CASSIUS CASCA

Whos there?

A Roman. Casca, by your voice.

CASSIUS

Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth 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.
CASCA

CASCA

Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this! A very pleasing night to honest men.

CASSIUS CASCA

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

Those that have known the earth so full of faults. For my part, I have walkd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night, And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
CASSIUS

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Julius Caesar: ACT I Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seemd 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? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods by tokens send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
CASCA CASSIUS You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life 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. CASCA

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 still]
So can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity.
CASCA

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? 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 armd, And dangers are to me indifferent.
CASSIUS

You speak to Casca, and to such a man 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.
CASCA

Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?

CASSIUS Let it be who it is: for Romans now Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers minds are dead, And we are governd with our mothers spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. CASCA Indeed, they say the senators to-morrow Mean to establish Caesar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, In every place, save here in Italy. CASSIUS I know where I will wear this dagger then; 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,

Theres a bargain made. 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 Pompeys porch: for now, this fearful night, There is no stir or walking in the streets; And the complexion of the element In favours like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
CASSIUS CASCA

Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.

CASSIUS

[Enter CINNA]
Cinna, where haste you so?
CINNA

To find out you. Whos that? Metellus Cimber?

No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stayd for, Cinna?
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Julius Caesar: ACT II I am glad on t. What a fearful night is this! Theres two or three of us have seen strange sights.
CINNA CASSIUS CINNA CASSIUS

That done, repair to Pompeys theatre.

Am I not stayd for? tell me.

[Exit CINNA]
Come, 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 peoples hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
CASCA

Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetors 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 Pompeys porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
CASSIUS

All but Metellus Cimber; and hes gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
CINNA

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.
CASSIUS

[Exeunt]

ACT II
SCENE I Rome. BRUTUSs orchard. [Enter BRUTUS]
BRUTUS What, Lucius, ho! 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 LUCIUS]
LUCIUS BRUTUS

Calld you, my lord?

Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUS

I will, my lord.

[Exit]
It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crownd: How that might change his nature, theres the question.
BRUTUS

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 swayd More than his reason. But tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambitions 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 serpents egg Which, hatchd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell.

[Re-enter LUCIUS]
The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found
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Julius Caesar: ACT II This paper, thus seald up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there when I went to bed. Sir, tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
LUCIUS BRUTUS LUCIUS BRUTUS LUCIUS

[Gives him the letter]

Get you to bed again; it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
BRUTUS LUCIUS BRUTUS LUCIUS

Is he alone? No, sir, there are more with him. Do you know them?

I know not, sir. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. I will, sir.

No, sir; their hats are pluckd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour.
BRUTUS

[Exit]
The exhalations whizzing in the air Give so much light that I may read by them.
BRUTUS

Let em enter.

[Exit LUCIUS]
They 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.

[Opens the letter and reads]

Brutus, thou sleepst: awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleepst: awake! Such instigations have been often droppd Where I have took them up. Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one mans awe? What, Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was calld 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!

[Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS]
I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
CASSIUS

[Re-enter LUCIUS]
LUCIUS

I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you?
BRUTUS

Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

[Knocking within]
BRUTUS

Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.

Yes, every man of them, and no man here 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.
CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

[Exit LUCIUS]
Since 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.

He is welcome hither. This, Decius Brutus. He is welcome too.

This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
BRUTUS

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CASSIUS

Shall I entreat a word?

CINNA

No, by no means.

[BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper]

DECIUS BRUTUS

Here lies the east: doth not the day

break here?
CASCA CINNA

No.

O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion And buy mens 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.
METELLUS CIMBER

O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day. You shall confess that you are both deceived. 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.
CASCA BRUTUS CASSIUS

O, name him not: let us not break with him; For he will never follow any thing That other men begin.
BRUTUS CASSIUS CASCA

Then leave him out.

Indeed he is not fit. Shall no man else be touchd but

DECIUS BRUTUS

only Caesar? Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet, 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.
CASSIUS

Give me your hands all over, one by one. And let us swear our resolution.

BRUTUS No, not an oath: if not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the times 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 passd from him. CASSIUS But what of Cicero? shall we sound him? I think he will stand very strong with us. CASCA

Our course will seem too bloody, Caius 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 Caesars spirit, And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Lets kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Lets 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 calld purgers, not murderers. And for Mark Antony, think not of him; For he can do no more than Caesars arm When Caesars head is off.
BRUTUS

Yet I fear him; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar

CASSIUS

Let us not leave him out.

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Julius Caesar: ACT II Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: 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.
BRUTUS

Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; 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.
BRUTUS

There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
TREBONIUS

[Exeunt all but BRUTUS]

Boy! 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 sleepst so sound.

[Clock strikes]
BRUTUS CASSIUS

Peace! count the clock. The clock hath stricken three. Tis time to part.

TREBONIUS

[Enter PORTIA]
PORTIA BRUTUS

CASSIUS But it is doubtful yet, 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 unaccustomd terror of this night, And the persuasion of his augurers, May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

Brutus, my lord!

Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper, You suddenly arose, and walkd about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across, And when I askd you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks; I urged you further; then you scratchd your head, And too impatiently stampd with your foot; Yet I insisted, yet you answerd 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 seemd 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 prevaild on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
PORTIA BRUTUS PORTIA

Never fear that: if he be so resolved, I can oersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayd 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.
DECIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CINNA

Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?

Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.

Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him.
METELLUS CIMBER

I am not well in health, and that is all.

Now, good Metellus, go along by him: He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and Ill fashion him.
BRUTUS

Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
BRUTUS PORTIA

Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.

The morning comes upons: well leave you, Brutus. And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
CASSIUS

Is Brutus sick? and is it physical 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
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Julius Caesar: ACT II 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.
BRUTUS

All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows: Leave me with haste.

[Exit PORTIA]
Lucius, whos that knocks?

[Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS]

LUCIUS BRUTUS

He is a sick man that would speak with you.

Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how? Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
LIGARIUS

Kneel not, gentle Portia.

PORTIA I should not need, if you were gentle 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. BRUTUS

O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
BRUTUS

I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
LIGARIUS

Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
BRUTUS

You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.

PORTIA If this were true, then should I know this secret. 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, Catos daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fatherd 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 husbands secrets? BRUTUS

By all the gods that Romans bow before, 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. Whats to do?
LIGARIUS BRUTUS

A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

But are not some whole that we must make sick?

LIGARIUS

That must we also. What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee, as we are going To whom it must be done.
BRUTUS

O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife!

Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fired I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on.
LIGARIUS BRUTUS

[Knocking within]
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart.

Follow me, then.

[Exeunt]

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SCENE II CAESARs house. [Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown]
Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, Help, ho! they murder Caesar! Whos within?
CAESAR

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
CAESAR

[Re-enter Servant]
What say the augurers? They would not have you to stir forth to-day. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
SERVANT

[Enter a Servant]
SERVANT CAESAR

My lord?

Go bid the priests do present sacrifice And bring me their opinions of success.
SERVANT

I will, my lord.

[Exit] [Enter CALPURNIA]

What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth? You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
CALPURNIA

The gods do this in shame of cowardice: 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 litterd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible: And Caesar shall go forth.
CAESAR

Caesar shall forth: the things that threatend me Neer lookd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
CAESAR

Alas, my lord, 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. Well 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.
CALPURNIA

Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, 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 yawnd, 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.
CALPURNIA

Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
CAESAR

[Enter DECIUS BRUTUS]

Heres Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
DECIUS BRUTUS

And you are come in very happy time, 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.
CAESAR CALPURNIA CAESAR

What can be avoided 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.
CAESAR

Say he is sick.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
CALPURNIA

Shall Caesar send a lie? Have I in conquest stretchd mine arm so far, To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.

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Julius Caesar: ACT II Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laughd at when I tell them so.
DECIUS BRUTUS CAESAR

The cause is in my will: I will not come; 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 beggd that I will stay at home to-day.
DECIUS BRUTUS

Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirrd so early too? Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, Caesar was neer so much your enemy As that same ague which hath made you lean. What is t oclock?
CAESAR BRUTUS CAESAR

Caesar, tis strucken eight. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.

[Enter ANTONY]
See! Antony, that revels long o nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
ANTONY CAESAR

So to most noble Caesar.

This dream is all amiss interpreted; 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 Calpurnias dream is signified.
CAESAR

Bid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! I have an hours talk in store for you; Remember that you call on me to-day: Be near me, that I may remember you.
TREBONIUS

Caesar, I will:

And this way have you well expounded it.

[Aside]
and 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; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
CAESAR

DECIUS BRUTUS I have, when you have heard what I can say: 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 renderd, for some one to say Break up the senate till another time, When Caesars 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. CAESAR

[Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
BRUTUS

[Exeunt] SCENE III A street near the Capitol. [Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper]
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, ARTEMIDORUS. Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
ARTEMIDORUS

How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go.

[Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA]

And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
PUBLIUS

Good morrow, Caesar.

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Julius Caesar: ACT II 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.

[Enter the Soothsayer]

Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
PORTIA SOOTHSAYER

At mine own house, good lady.

[Exit] SCENE IV Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS. [Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS]
PORTIA I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: Why dost thou stay? LUCIUS

PORTIA

What ist oclock? About the ninth hour, lady.

SOOTHSAYER PORTIA

Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.
SOOTHSAYER PORTIA

Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

To know my errand, madam.

That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
SOOTHSAYER

PORTIA I would have had thee there, and here again, 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 mans mind, but a womans might. How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet? LUCIUS

Why, knowst thou any harms intended towards him?

PORTIA

Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else?

None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. 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: Ill get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
SOOTHSAYER

PORTIA Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that? LUCIUS

[Exit]
I 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.
PORTIA

I hear none, madam.

PORTIA Prithee, listen well; I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. LUCIUS

Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

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ACT III
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 others]
CAESAR [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come. SOOTHSAYER

Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself.
CASSIUS BRUTUS Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
CASSIUS

Ay, Caesar; but not gone. Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS]

Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
DECIUS BRUTUS BRUTUS CINNA CAESAR

ARTEMIDORUS DECIUS BRUTUS

Trebonius doth desire you to oer read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. O Caesar, read mine first; for mines a suit That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
ARTEMIDORUS CAESAR

He is addressd: press near and second him.

Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Are we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his senate must redress? Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart,
METELLUS CIMBER

What touches us ourself shall be last served. Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

ARTEMIDORUS CAESAR PUBLIUS CASSIUS

What, is the fellow mad? Sirrah, give place.

[Kneeling]
I must prevent thee, 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 thawd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked courtsies 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.
CAESAR

What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol.

[CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following]

POPILIUS CASSIUS POPILIUS

I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. What enterprise, Popilius? Fare you well.

[Advances to CAESAR]
BRUTUS CASSIUS

What said Popilius Lena?

He wishd to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered.
BRUTUS

Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesars ear For the repealing of my banishd brother?
METELLUS CIMBER

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BRUTUS CAESAR BRUTUS CINNA

Wheres Publius?

Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Stand fast together, lest some friend

What, Brutus!

METELLUS CIMBER

CASSIUS Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

of Caesars Should chance Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
BRUTUS

I could be well moved, if I were as you: If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumberd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine, But theres but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; tis furnishd 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 banishd, And constant do remain to keep him so.
CASSIUS CINNA CAESAR

And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
CASSIUS

Do so: and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.
BRUTUS

[Re-enter TREBONIUS]
CASSIUS

Where is Antony?

Fled to his house amazed: Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run As it were doomsday.
TREBONIUS

O Caesar, Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Great Caesar,

Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
BRUTUS

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

DECIUS BRUTUS CAESAR CASCA

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Speak, hands for me!

[CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR]
CAESAR

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar.

Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesars friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesars blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, And, waving our red weapons oer our heads, Lets all cry Peace, freedom and liberty!
BRUTUS

[Dies]
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
CINNA

Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
CASSIUS

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
CASSIUS BRUTUS People and senators, be not affrighted; Fly not; stand stiff: ambitions debt is paid. CASCA

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompeys basis lies along No worthier than the dust!
BRUTUS

So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be calld The men that gave their country liberty.
CASSIUS DECIUS BRUTUS

Go to the pulpit, Brutus. And Cassius too.

What, shall we forth?

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CASSIUS

[Enter a Servant]
BRUTUS SERVANT

Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antonys.

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. 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.
BRUTUS

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

Your voice shall be as strong as any mans In the disposing of new dignities.
CASSIUS

BRUTUS Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, Depart untouchd. SERVANT

Only be patient till we have appeased The multitude, beside themselves with fear, And then we will deliver you the cause, Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him, Have thus proceeded.
BRUTUS

Ill fetch him presently.

[Exit]
BRUTUS

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

CASSIUS I wish we may: but yet have I a mind That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. BRUTUS

But here comes Antony.

[Re-enter ANTONY]
Welcome, Mark Antony. O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? 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 Caesars 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,
ANTONY

I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not 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 bayd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Signd in thy spoil, and crimsond in thy lethe.
ANTONY

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CASSIUS ANTONY

Mark Antony,

Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
CASSIUS

Mark Antony, here, take you Caesars body. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, But speak all good you can devise of Caesar, And say you dot 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.
BRUTUS

I blame you not for praising Caesar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prickd in number of our friends; Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
ANTONY

Be it so. I do desire no more.

ANTONY BRUTUS

Prepare the body then, and follow us.

[Exeunt all but ANTONY]

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarterd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesars spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarchs 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.
ANTONY

Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed, Swayd 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: Our reasons are so full of good regard That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, You should be satisfied.
BRUTUS

Thats all I seek: And am moreover suitor that I may Produce his body to the market-place; And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Speak in the order of his funeral.
ANTONY BRUTUS CASSIUS

You shall, Mark Antony. Brutus, a word with you.

[Aside to BRUTUS]
You know not what you do: do not consent That Antony speak in his funeral: Know you how much the people may be moved By that which he will utter? By your pardon; I will myself into the pulpit first, And show the reason of our Caesars 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.
BRUTUS CASSIUS

[Enter a Servant]
You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
SERVANT ANTONY SERVANT

I do, Mark Antony. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

He did receive his letters, and is coming; And bid me say to you by word of mouth

[Seeing the body]

O Caesar! Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
ANTONY

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

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SERVANT

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.

If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesars, 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.
ALL

[Exeunt with CAESARs body] SCENE II The Forum. [Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens]
CITIZENS BRUTUS

None, Brutus, none.

Then none have I offended. I have done no more to 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.
BRUTUS

We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.

Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. 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 Caesars death.
FIRST CITIZEN

[Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESARs body]

Here 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.
ALL

I will hear Brutus speak. I will hear Cassius; and compare

Live, Brutus! live, live! Bring him with triumph home unto Give him a statue with his ancestors.

SECOND CITIZEN

their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered.

FIRST CITIZEN

his house.
SECOND CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

[Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the pulpit]
THIRD CITIZEN BRUTUS

Let him be Caesar.

The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!

Caesars better parts Shall be crownd in Brutus.

FOURTH CITIZEN

Be patient till the last.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
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Well bring him to his house With shouts and clamours.

FIRST CITIZEN BRUTUS

My countrymen, Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.

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Peace, ho!

Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: Do grace to Caesars corpse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesars glories; which Mark Antony, By our permission, is allowd to make. I do entreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

[Exit]
FIRST CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

Let him go up into the public chair; Well hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
ANTONY

For Brutus sake, I am beholding to you.

[Goes into the pulpit]

FOURTH CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

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.
FIRST CITIZEN

What does he say of Brutus?

Methinks there is much reason in

He says, for Brutus sake, He finds himself beholding to us all.

FOURTH CITIZEN

his sayings. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.
SECOND CITIZEN

Twere best he speak no harm of

Brutus here.
FIRST CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

This Caesar was a tyrant.

Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place.
THIRD CITIZEN

Nay, thats certain: We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

SECOND CITIZEN

Markd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore tis certain he was not ambitious.
FOURTH CITIZEN FIRST CITIZEN

Peace! let us hear what Antony

can say.
ANTONY CITIZENS ANTONY

If it be found so, some will dear abide it. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire

You gentle Romans, Peace, ho! let us hear him.

SECOND CITIZEN

with weeping.
THIRD CITIZEN

Theres not a nobler man in Rome Now mark him, he begins again

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 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 answerd 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 Caesars 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

than Antony.
FOURTH CITIZEN

to speak. But yesterday the word of Caesar might 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 heres a parchment with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, tis his will:
ANTONY

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FOURTH CITIZEN ANTONY

Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Stand back; room; bear back.

SEVERAL CITIZENS ANTONY

Well hear the will: read it,

Mark Antony.
ALL

The will, the will! we will hear Caesars will.

Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; 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!
ANTONY

Read the will; well hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesars will.
FOURTH CITIZEN

Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? I have oershot myself to tell you of it: I fear I wrong the honourable men Whose daggers have stabbd Caesar; I do fear it.
ANTONY FOURTH CITIZEN ALL

They were traitors: honourable men!

The will! the testament!

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; Twas on a summers 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 stabbd; And as he pluckd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knockd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesars 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 vanquishd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompeys 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 flourishd 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 Caesars vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marrd, as you see, with traitors.
FIRST CITIZEN

They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.

SECOND CITIZEN

O piteous spectacle! O noble Caesar!

You will compel me, then, to read the will? 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?
ANTONY SEVERAL CITIZENS SECOND CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

SECOND CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

O woful day! O traitors, villains!

FOURTH CITIZEN FIRST CITIZEN

Come down.

O most bloody sight! We will be revenged.

Descend.

SECOND CITIZEN ALL

You shall have leave.

Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live!
ANTONY

[ANTONY comes down]

FOURTH CITIZEN FIRST CITIZEN

Stay, countrymen. Peace there! hear the noble Antony. Well hear him, well follow him, well

A ring; stand round.

FIRST CITIZEN

Stand from the hearse, stand from Room for Antony, most

the body.
SECOND CITIZEN

SECOND CITIZEN

die with him.

ANTONY

noble Antony.
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ALL

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! Well burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors houses. Take up the body.
FIRST CITIZEN SECOND CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

Go fetch fire.

Pluck down benches. Pluck down forms, windows,

FOURTH CITIZEN

any thing.

[Exeunt Citizens with the body]

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt!
ANTONY

[Enter a Servant]
How now, fellow!
SERVANT ANTONY SERVANT ANTONY

Well mutiny. Well burn the house of Brutus.

FIRST CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Where is he? He and Lepidus are at Caesars house.

Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

ANTONY ALL

Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!

And thither will I straight to visit him: He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
SERVANT

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: 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.
ANTONY ALL

Belike they had some notice of the people, How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
ANTONY

Most true. The will! Lets stay and hear the will.

[Exeunt] SCENE III A street. [Enter CINNA THE POET]

CINNA THE POET

Here is the will, and under Caesars seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
ANTONY SECOND CITIZEN

Most noble Caesar! Well revenge

his death.
THIRD CITIZEN ANTONY All

O royal Caesar!

Hear me with patience.

Peace, ho!

I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, And things unlucky charge my fantasy: I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth.

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
ANTONY

[Enter Citizens]
FIRST CITIZEN

What is your name? Whither are you going?

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Where do you dwell? Are you a married man or a bachelor? Answer every man directly.

FOURTH CITIZEN CINNA THE POET THIRD CITIZEN

For your dwelling,briefly. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

FOURTH CITIZEN SECOND CITIZEN FIRST CITIZEN

Your name, sir, truly. Truly, my name is Cinna.

Ay, and briefly. Ay, and wisely.

CINNA THE POET FIRST CITIZEN

FOURTH CITIZEN THIRD CITIZEN

Tear him to pieces; hes a conspirator. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna

Ay, and truly, you were best.

CINNA THE POET

What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I 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.
CINNA THE POET

the poet. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
FOURTH CITIZEN CINNA THE POET FOURTH CITIZEN

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

Thats as much as to say, they are fools that marry: youll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
SECOND CITIZEN

It is no matter, his names Cinna; pluck but his 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 Cascas; some to Ligarius: away, go!
THIRD CITIZEN

Directly, I am going to Caesars funeral.

CINNA THE POET FIRST CITIZEN

As a friend or an enemy? As a friend. That matter is answered directly.

CINNA THE POET SECOND CITIZEN

[Exeunt]

ACT IV
SCENE I A house in Rome. [ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table]
These many, then, shall die; their names are prickd.
ANTONY

But, Lepidus, go you to Caesars house; Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUS

What, shall I find you here? Or here, or at the Capitol.

OCTAVIUS

[Exit LEPIDUS]
This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it?
ANTONY

Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?

OCTAVIUS LEPIDUS

I do consent Prick him down, Antony.

OCTAVIUS LEPIDUS

Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sisters son, Mark Antony.
ANTONY

So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prickd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.
OCTAVIUS

He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.

Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man,
ANTONY

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OCTAVIUS

He greets me well. Your master, 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.
BRUTUS

I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
PINDARUS

He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolved.

BRUTUS

So is my horse, Octavius; and for that 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 governd by my spirit. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; He must be taught and traind 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 stretchd And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclosed, And open perils surest answered.
ANTONY

With courtesy and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath used of old.
LUCILIUS

Thou hast described 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?
BRUTUS

Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And bayd about with many enemies; And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs.
OCTAVIUS

They mean this night in Sardis to be quarterd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.
LUCILIUS BRUTUS

Hark! he is arrived.

[Low march within]

March gently on to meet him.

[Exeunt] SCENE II Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUSs tent. [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them]
BRUTUS LUCILIUS BRUTUS LUCILIUS

[Enter CASSIUS and his powers]

CASSIUS BRUTUS

Stand, ho! Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Stand! Stand!

FIRST SOLDIER

Stand, ho! Give the word, ho! and stand. What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?

SECOND SOLDIER THIRD SOLDIER CASSIUS BRUTUS

Stand!

Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

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CASSIUS BRUTUS

Cassius, be content. 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.

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; Ill not endure it: you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, Older in practise, abler than yourself To make conditions.
CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

CASSIUS Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground. BRUTUS

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.

Go to; you are not, Cassius. I am. I say you are not.

[Exeunt] SCENE III BRUTUSs tent. [Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS]

CASSIUS That you have wrongd me doth appear in this: You have condemnd 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. BRUTUS

Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS

Away, slight man! Ist possible?

Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
CASSIUS BRUTUS

O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

CASSIUS In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. BRUTUS

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemnd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.

All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; 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, Ill use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
CASSIUS BRUTUS

CASSIUS I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. BRUTUS

Is it come to this?

The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
CASSIUS

You say you are a better soldier: 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; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say better?
CASSIUS BRUTUS

Chastisement!

BRUTUS

Remember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake? What villain touchd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us
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CASSIUS When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. BRUTUS Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS

I durst not! No. What, durst not tempt him! For your life you durst not!

CASSIUS Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRUTUS

For Cassius is aweary of the world; Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; Chequed like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a notebook, learnd, and connd 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 best 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: 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.
BRUTUS

You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armd 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 answerd 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!
CASSIUS

Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temperd, vexeth him?
CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

When I spoke that, I was ill-temperd too. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. And my heart too. O Brutus! Whats the matter?

I denied you not. You did.

BRUTUS

CASSIUS I did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friends infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS

Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful? Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Hell think your mother chides, and leave you so.
BRUTUS POET [Within] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between em, tis not meet They be alone. LUCILIUS POET

I do not, till you practise them on me. You love me not. I do not like your faults. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

[Within] You shall not come to them.

[Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.

A flatterers would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

[Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS]

CASSIUS

How now! whats the matter?

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POET For shame, you generals! what do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, Im sure, than ye. CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

O ye immortal gods!

[Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper]

Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
BRUTUS

Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme! Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence! Bear with him, Brutus; tis his fashion.

Ill know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Companion, hence!
CASSIUS

My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. Fill, Lucius, till the wine oerswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus love.
CASSIUS BRUTUS

Come in, Titinius!

[Exit LUCIUS] [Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA]

Away, away, be gone.

[Exit Poet]
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
BRUTUS

Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities.
CASSIUS BRUTUS

And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you Immediately to us.
CASSIUS

Portia, art thou gone?

[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS]

BRUTUS

Lucius, a bowl of wine!

No more, I pray you. 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.
MESSALA BRUTUS MESSALA

[Exit LUCIUS]
CASSIUS BRUTUS

Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. With what addition?

I did not think you could have been so angry. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

CASSIUS Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS

That by proscription and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mine speak of seventy senators that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
BRUTUS CASSIUS MESSALA

No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. Ha! Portia! She is dead.

Cicero one!

How scaped I killing when I crossd you so? O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness?
BRUTUS

Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
BRUTUS MESSALA BRUTUS MESSALA BRUTUS MESSALA BRUTUS

No, Messala. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Nothing, Messala. That, methinks, is strange. Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours? No, my lord. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Impatient of my absence, 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, swallowd fire.
CASSIUS

And died so? Even so.

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MESSALA Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. BRUTUS Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. MESSALA CASSIUS

Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say? No more. Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
CASSIUS BRUTUS

Lucius!

Even so great men great losses should endure.

[Enter LUCIUS] My gown.

I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so.
BRUTUS

Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?
CASSIUS

[Exit LUCIUS]
Farewell, good Messala: Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.
CASSIUS BRUTUS CASSIUS BRUTUS

I do not think it good. Your reason?

BRUTUS CASSIUS

This it is: 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.
BRUTUS

Every thing is well. Good night, my lord. Good night, good brother. Good night, Lord Brutus.

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. 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 refreshd, 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.
CASSIUS

TITINIUS and MESSALA BRUTUS

Farewell, every one.

[Exeunt all but BRUTUS] [Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]

Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
LUCIUS

Hear me, good brother.

Here in the tent.

BRUTUS

Under your pardon. You must note beside, 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.

BRUTUS What, thou speakst drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art oer-watchd. Call Claudius and some other of my men: Ill have them sleep on cushions in my tent. LUCIUS

Varro and Claudius!

[Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS]

VARRO BRUTUS

Calls my lord?

CASSIUS Then, with your will, go on; Well along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. BRUTUS

I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; 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.
VARRO

The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity;

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BRUTUS I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, heres the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown. GHOST BRUTUS GHOST BRUTUS

To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Well; then I shall see thee again? Ay, at Philippi. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.

[VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down]

LUCIUS BRUTUS

I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

[Exit Ghost]
Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
LUCIUS BRUTUS

Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
LUCIUS BRUTUS

Ay, my lord, ant please you.

It does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
LUCIUS BRUTUS

The strings, my lord, are false.

It is my duty, sir.

He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake!

LUCIUS BRUTUS

I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
LUCIUS BRUTUS

My lord?

I have slept, my lord, already.

Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

LUCIUS BRUTUS LUCIUS BRUTUS

It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee.

My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see anything? Nothing, my lord. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!

[Music, and a song]

This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, Layst 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 breakst thy instrument; Ill take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turnd down Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

[To VARRO]
Fellow thou, awake!
VARRO and CLAUDIUS BRUTUS

My lord?

Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Did we, my lord?

[Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]

How 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 anything? 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.
GHOST BRUTUS

VARRO and CLAUDIUS BRUTUS VARRO

Ay: saw you any thing? No, my lord, I saw nothing. Nor I, my lord.

CLAUDIUS BRUTUS

Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Why comest thou?

Go and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow.
VARRO and CLAUDIUS

It shall be done, my lord.

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ACT V
SCENE I The plains of Philippi. [Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army]
Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: 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.
OCTAVIUS

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

BRUTUS

In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesars heart, Crying Long live! hail, Caesar!
ANTONY

Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
CASSIUS ANTONY BRUTUS

Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know 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.
ANTONY

Not stingless too.

O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stoln their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hackd one another in the sides of Caesar: You showd your teeth like apes, and fawnd like hounds, And bowd like bondmen, kissing Caesars feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
ANTONY

[Enter a Messenger]
Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.
MESSENGER

Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field.
ANTONY OCTAVIUS ANTONY

Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.

Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled.
CASSIUS

Why do you cross me in this exigent? I do not cross you; but I will do so.

OCTAVIUS

[March] [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others]
BRUTUS CASSIUS

Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat, 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 Caesars three and thirty wounds Be well avenged; or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
OCTAVIUS

They stand, and would have parley. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors hands, Unless thou bringst them with thee.
BRUTUS

OCTAVIUS ANTONY

So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus sword.

OCTAVIUS

No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words.
OCTAVIUS BRUTUS

O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
BRUTUS

Stir not until the signal.

Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Not that we love words better, as you do.

A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Joind with a masker and a reveller!
CASSIUS

OCTAVIUS

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ANTONY

Old Cassius still!

Come, Antony, away! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
OCTAVIUS

Lets 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?
BRUTUS Even by the rule of that philosophy 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.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army]

CASSIUS Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. BRUTUS LUCILIUS

Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you. [Standing forth] My lord?

[BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart]

CASSIUS MESSALA CASSIUS

Then, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome?
CASSIUS

Messala! [Standing forth] What says my general?

Messala, 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 compelld 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 perchd, 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 oer 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.
MESSALA CASSIUS

No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, 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.
BRUTUS

For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, well smile indeed; If not, tis true this parting was well made.
CASSIUS

Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this days business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
BRUTUS

[Exeunt] SCENE II The same. The field of battle. [Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA]
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side.
BRUTUS

Believe not so.

I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit and resolved To meet all perils very constantly.
BRUTUS CASSIUS

[Loud alarum]
Let 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.

Even so, Lucilius.

Now, most noble 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,

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SCENE III Another part of the field. [Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS]
CASSIUS O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turnd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him. TITINIUS

Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. Hes taen.

[Shout]
And, hark! they shout for joy. Come down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend taen before my face!
CASSIUS

O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

[PINDARUS descends]
Come 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 Caesars bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is coverd, as tis now, Guide thou the sword.

[Enter PINDARUS]
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
PINDARUS CASSIUS This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire? TITINIUS

They are, my lord.

[PINDARUS stabs him]

Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that killd thee.

CASSIUS Titinius, if thou lovest me, 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. TITINIUS

[Dies]
So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him.
PINDARUS

I will be here again, even with a thought.

[Exit]
CASSIUS Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field.

[Exit] [Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA]

It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus power, As Cassius legions are by Antony.
MESSALA TITINIUS MESSALA TITINIUS

[PINDARUS ascends the hill]

This 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?
PINDARUS CASSIUS

These tidings will well comfort Cassius. Where did you leave him?

[Above] O my lord!

What news?

PINDARUS [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.

All disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

MESSALA TITINIUS

Is not that he that lies upon the ground? He lies not like the living. O my heart!

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MESSALA TITINIUS

Is not that he?

No, this was he, 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.
MESSALA

O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
BRUTUS

[Low alarums]
Brave Titinius! Look, whether he have not crownd dead Cassius!
CATO

Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholys 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 killst the mother that engenderd thee!
TITINIUS

What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?

MESSALA Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet 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. TITINIUS

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 oclock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight.
BRUTUS

[Exeunt] SCENE IV Another part of the field. [Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others]
BRUTUS CATO

Hie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while.

[Exit MESSALA]
Why 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 Romans part Come, Cassius sword, and find Titinius heart.

Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!

What bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my countrys friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my countrys friend; know me for Brutus!
BRUTUS

[Exit]
O young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; And mayst be honourd, being Catos son.
LUCILIUS FIRST SOLDIER LUCILIUS

[Kills himself] [Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS]
BRUTUS MESSALA BRUTUS CATO

Yield, or thou diest.

Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it. Titinius face is upward.

Only I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;

[Offering money]
Kill Brutus, and be honourd in his death.

He is slain.

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FIRST SOLDIER

We must not. A noble prisoner! Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus

CLITUS

O Dardanius! O Clitus!

SECOND SOLDIER

DARDANIUS CLITUS

is taen.
FIRST SOLDIER

What ill request did Brutus make to thee? To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

Ill tell the news. Here comes the general.

DARDANIUS CLITUS

[Enter ANTONY]
Brutus is taen, Brutus is taen, my lord.
ANTONY LUCILIUS

Now is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.
BRUTUS

Where is he?

Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. What says my lord?

Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: 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.
ANTONY

VOLUMNIUS BRUTUS

Why, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar hath appeard to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once, And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: I know my hour is come.
VOLUMNIUS BRUTUS

Not so, my lord.

Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit:

[Low alarums]
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou knowst 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.
VOLUMNIUS

[Exeunt] SCENE V Another part of the field. [Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS]
Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
BRUTUS CLITUS

Thats not an office for a friend, my lord.

[Alarum still]
CLITUS BRUTUS

Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

Statilius showd the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or taen or slain.

BRUTUS Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

[Whispers]
CLITUS BRUTUS CLITUS BRUTUS

What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world. Peace then! no words. Ill rather kill myself. Hark thee, Dardanius.

Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. 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 lifes history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labourd to attain this hour.

[Whispers]
DARDANIUS

[Alarum. Cry within, Fly, fly, fly!]

Shall I do such a deed?
CLITUS

Fly, my lord, fly.

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BRUTUS

Hence! I will follow.

[Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]

I 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.
STRATO BRUTUS

So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius saying true.
LUCILIUS

All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
OCTAVIUS STRATO

Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you. Do so, good Messala.

OCTAVIUS MESSALA STRATO MESSALA

How died my master, Strato? I held the sword, and he did run on it.

Farewell, good Strato.

[Runs on his sword]

Caesar, now be still: I killd not thee with half so good a will.

Octavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master. This was the noblest Roman of them all: 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 mixd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world This was a man!
ANTONY

[Dies] [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army]
OCTAVIUS MESSALA STRATO

What man is that?

My masters man. Strato, where is thy master?

Free from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death.

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, orderd honourably. So call the field to rest; and lets away, To part the glories of this happy day.
OCTAVIUS

[Exeunt]

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