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twg_000000020700 | him. CINNA. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. CAESAR. Are we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his Senate must redress? METELLUS. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart. [_Kneeling._] CAESAR. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020701 | 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 curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished: If thou dost bend, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020702 | and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Caesar dost not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied. METELLUS. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Caesars ear For the repealing of my banishd brother? BRUTUS. I kiss thy hand, but not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020703 | in flattery, Caesar; Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. CAESAR. What, Brutus? CASSIUS. Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. CAESAR. I could be well movd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020704 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020705 | blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshakd 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. CINNA. O Caesar, CAESAR. Hence! wilt thou lift up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020706 | Olympus? DECIUS. Great Caesar, CAESAR. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? CASCA. Speak, hands, for me! [_Casca stabs Caesar in the neck. Caesar catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by Marcus Brutus._] CAESAR. _Et tu, Brute?_Then fall, Caesar! [_Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion._] CINNA. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020707 | dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. CASSIUS. Some to the common pulpits and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement! BRUTUS. People and Senators, be not affrighted. Fly not; stand still; ambitions debt is paid. CASCA. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. DECIUS. And Cassius too. BRUTUS. Wheres Publius? CINNA. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. METELLUS. Stand fast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020708 | together, lest some friend of Caesars Should chance BRUTUS. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer! There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius. CASSIUS. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. BRUTUS. Do so; and let no man abide this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020709 | deed But we the doers. Enter Trebonius. CASSIUS. Wheres Antony? TREBONIUS. Fled to his house amazd. Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday. BRUTUS. Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know; tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon. CASCA. Why, he that cuts off | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020710 | twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. BRUTUS. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesars friends, that have abridgd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020711 | the market-place, And waving our red weapons oer our heads, Lets all cry, Peace, freedom, and liberty! CASSIUS. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In States unborn, and accents yet unknown! BRUTUS. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompeys basis lies along, No worthier than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020712 | the dust! CASSIUS. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be calld The men that gave their country liberty. DECIUS. What, shall we forth? CASSIUS. Ay, every man away. Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Enter a Servant. BRUTUS. Soft, who comes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020713 | here? A friend of Antonys. SERVANT. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving; Say I love Brutus and I honour him; Say I feard Caesar, honourd him, and lovd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020714 | him. If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him, and be resolvd How Caesar hath deservd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020715 | Antony. BRUTUS. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied and, by my honour, Depart untouchd. SERVANT. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020716 | a mind That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Enter Antony. BRUTUS. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020717 | let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesars deaths hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020718 | your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die. No place will please me so, no means of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age. BRUTUS. O Antony, beg not your death of us. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020719 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020720 | 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. CASSIUS. Your voice shall be as strong as any mans In the disposing of new dignities. BRUTUS. Only be patient till we have appeasd The multitude, beside themselves | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020721 | with fear, And then we will deliver you the cause Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him, Have thus proceeded. ANTONY. I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand. Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020722 | Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen allalas, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020723 | look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble, in the presence of thy corse? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020724 | 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. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee. How like a deer strucken by many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020725 | princes, Dost thou here lie! CASSIUS. Mark Antony, ANTONY. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. CASSIUS. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020726 | not depend on you? 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. BRUTUS. Or else were this a savage spectacle. Our reasons are so full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020727 | of good regard That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, You should be satisfied. ANTONY. 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. BRUTUS. You shall, Mark Antony. CASSIUS. Brutus, a word with you. [_Aside | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020728 | 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 movd By that which he will utter? BRUTUS. [_Aside to Cassius._] By your pardon: I will myself into the pulpit first, And show the reason of our Caesars death. What Antony shall speak, I will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020729 | protest He speaks by leave and by permission; And that we are contented Caesar shall Have all true rights and lawful ceremonies. It shall advantage more than do us wrong. CASSIUS. [_Aside to Brutus._] I know not what may fall; I like it not. BRUTUS. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesars body. You shall not in your funeral speech blame | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020730 | 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. ANTONY. Be it so; I do desire no more. BRUTUS. Prepare the body, then, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020731 | and follow us. [_Exeunt all but Antony._] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020732 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020733 | quartered with the hands of war; All pity chokd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020734 | burial. Enter a Servant. You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not? SERVANT. I do, Mark Antony. ANTONY. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. SERVANT. He did receive his letters, and is coming, And bid me say to you by word of mouth, [_Seeing the body._] O Caesar! ANTONY. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020735 | Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy master coming? SERVANT. He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome. ANTONY. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chancd. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet. Hie hence, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020736 | and tell him so. Yet stay awhile; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse Into the market-place: there shall I try, In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men; According to the which thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. [_Exeunt with Caesars | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020737 | body._] SCENE II. The same. The Forum. Enter Brutus and goes into the pulpit, and Cassius, with a throng of Citizens. CITIZENS. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. BRUTUS. 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; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020738 | Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And public reasons shall be rendered Of Caesars death. FIRST CITIZEN. I will hear Brutus speak. SECOND CITIZEN. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered. [_Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens. Brutus goes into the rostrum._] THIRD CITIZEN. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020739 | BRUTUS. 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. If there be any in this assembly, any | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020740 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020741 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020742 | 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. CITIZENS. None, Brutus, none. BRUTUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020743 | Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolld in the Capitol, his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforcd, for which he suffered death. Enter Antony and others, with Caesars body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020744 | 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020745 | CITIZENS. Live, Brutus! live, live! FIRST CITIZEN. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. SECOND CITIZEN. Give him a statue with his ancestors. THIRD CITIZEN. Let him be Caesar. FOURTH CITIZEN. Caesars better parts Shall be crownd in Brutus. FIRST CITIZEN. Well bring him to his house with shouts and clamours. BRUTUS. My countrymen, SECOND CITIZEN. Peace! Silence! Brutus | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020746 | speaks. FIRST CITIZEN. Peace, ho! BRUTUS. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020747 | CITIZEN. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. THIRD CITIZEN. 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 up._] FOURTH CITIZEN. What does he say of Brutus? THIRD CITIZEN. He says, for Brutus sake He finds himself beholding to us all. FOURTH | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020748 | CITIZEN. Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here! FIRST CITIZEN. This Caesar was a tyrant. THIRD CITIZEN. Nay, thats certain. We are blest that Rome is rid of him. SECOND CITIZEN. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. ANTONY. You gentle Romans, CITIZENS. Peace, ho! let us hear him. ANTONY. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020749 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020750 | 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, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020751 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020752 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020753 | with me. My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. FIRST CITIZEN. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. SECOND CITIZEN. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong. THIRD CITIZEN. Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020754 | FOURTH CITIZEN. Markd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore tis certain he was not ambitious. FIRST CITIZEN. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. SECOND CITIZEN. Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping. THIRD CITIZEN. Theres not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. FOURTH CITIZEN. Now mark him; he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020755 | begins again to speak. ANTONY. 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 disposd 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020756 | 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: Let but the commons hear this testament, Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020757 | they would go and kiss dead Caesars wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. FOURTH CITIZEN. Well hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony. CITIZENS. The will, the will! We will hear Caesars will. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020758 | ANTONY. 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, hearing 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020759 | should, O, what would come of it? FOURTH CITIZEN. Read the will! Well hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesars will! ANTONY. 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. FOURTH CITIZEN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020760 | They were traitors. Honourable men! CITIZENS. The will! The testament! SECOND CITIZEN. They were villains, murderers. The will! Read the will! ANTONY. You will compel me then to read the will? 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? CITIZENS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020761 | Come down. SECOND CITIZEN. Descend. [_He comes down._] THIRD CITIZEN. You shall have leave. FOURTH CITIZEN. A ring! Stand round. FIRST CITIZEN. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. SECOND CITIZEN. Room for Antony, most noble Antony! ANTONY. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. CITIZENS. Stand back; room! bear back. ANTONY. If you have tears, prepare | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020762 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020763 | his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolvd If Brutus so unkindly knockd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesars angel. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lovd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020764 | 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 statue 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020765 | 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. O piteous spectacle! SECOND CITIZEN. O noble Caesar! THIRD CITIZEN. O woeful day! FOURTH | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020766 | CITIZEN. O traitors, villains! FIRST CITIZEN. O most bloody sight! SECOND CITIZEN. We will be revenged. CITIZENS. Revenge,about,seek,burn,fire,kill,slay,let not a traitor live! ANTONY. Stay, countrymen. FIRST CITIZEN. Peace there! Hear the noble Antony. SECOND CITIZEN. Well hear him, well follow him, well die with him. ANTONY. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020767 | flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it. Theyre wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020768 | plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir mens blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020769 | Caesars wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. CITIZENS. Well mutiny. FIRST CITIZEN. Well burn the house of Brutus. THIRD | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020770 | CITIZEN. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators. ANTONY. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. CITIZENS. Peace, ho! Hear Antony; most noble Antony. ANTONY. 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020771 | CITIZENS. Most true; the will!lets stay, and hear the will. ANTONY. Here is the will, and under Caesars seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. SECOND CITIZEN. Most noble Caesar! Well revenge his death. THIRD CITIZEN. O, royal Caesar! ANTONY. Hear me with patience. CITIZENS. Peace, ho! ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020772 | his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs forever; common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another? FIRST CITIZEN. Never, never. Come, away, away! Well burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020773 | houses. Take up the body. SECOND CITIZEN. Go, fetch fire. THIRD CITIZEN. Pluck down benches. FOURTH CITIZEN. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [_Exeunt Citizens, with the body._] ANTONY. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! Enter a Servant. How now, fellow? SERVANT. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. ANTONY. Where is he? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020774 | SERVANT. He and Lepidus are at Caesars house. ANTONY. And thither will I straight to visit him. He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything. SERVANT. I heard him say Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. ANTONY. Belike they had some notice of the people, How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020775 | I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The same. A street. Enter Cinna, the poet, and after him the citizens. CINNA. I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy. I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. FIRST CITIZEN. What is your name? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020776 | SECOND CITIZEN. Whither are you going? THIRD CITIZEN. Where do you dwell? FOURTH CITIZEN. Are you a married man or a bachelor? SECOND CITIZEN. Answer every man directly. FIRST CITIZEN. Ay, and briefly. FOURTH CITIZEN. Ay, and wisely. THIRD CITIZEN. Ay, and truly, you were best. CINNA. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020777 | 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. SECOND CITIZEN. Thats as much as to say they are fools that marry; youll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed, directly. CINNA. Directly, I am going to Caesars funeral. FIRST CITIZEN. As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020778 | a friend, or an enemy? CINNA. As a friend. SECOND CITIZEN. That matter is answered directly. FOURTH CITIZEN. For your dwelling, briefly. CINNA. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. THIRD CITIZEN. Your name, sir, truly. CINNA. Truly, my name is Cinna. FIRST CITIZEN. Tear him to pieces! Hes a conspirator. CINNA. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020779 | poet. FOURTH CITIZEN. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. CINNA. I am not Cinna the conspirator. FOURTH CITIZEN. It is no matter, his names Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. THIRD CITIZEN. Tear him, tear him! Come; brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus, to Cassius; burn all. Some | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020780 | to Decius house, and some to Cascas, some to Ligarius. Away, go! [_Exeunt._] ACT IV SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antonys house. Enter Antony, Octavius and Lepidus, seated at a table. ANTONY. These many then shall die; their names are prickd. OCTAVIUS. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? LEPIDUS. I do consent, OCTAVIUS. Prick him down, Antony. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020781 | LEPIDUS. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sisters son, Mark Antony. ANTONY. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. 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? OCTAVIUS. Or here, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020782 | at the Capitol. [_Exit Lepidus._] ANTONY. 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? OCTAVIUS. So you thought him, And took his voice who should be prickd to die In our black sentence and proscription. ANTONY. Octavius, I have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020783 | seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slandrous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020784 | load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons. OCTAVIUS. You may do your will; But hes a tried and valiant soldier. ANTONY. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020785 | 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 objects, arts, and imitations, Which, out of use and stald by other men, Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him But as a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020786 | property. And now, Octavius, Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius Are levying powers; we must straight make head. Therefore let our alliance be combind, Our best friends made, our means stretchd; And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclosd, And open perils surest answered. OCTAVIUS. Let us do so: for we are at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020787 | the stake, And bayd about with many enemies; And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Before Brutus tent, in the camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius and Soldiers; Pindarus meeting them; Lucius at some distance. BRUTUS. Stand, ho! LUCILIUS. Give the word, ho! and stand. BRUTUS. What now, Lucilius! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020788 | is Cassius near? LUCILIUS. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. [_Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus._] BRUTUS. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020789 | be satisfied. PINDARUS. I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour. BRUTUS. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolvd. LUCILIUS. With courtesy and with respect enough, But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020790 | he hath usd of old. BRUTUS. Thou hast describd 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; [_Low march within._] But when they should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020791 | endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? LUCILIUS. They meant this night in Sardis to be quarterd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius. Enter Cassius and Soldiers. BRUTUS. Hark! he is arrivd. March gently on to meet him. CASSIUS. Stand, ho! BRUTUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020792 | Stand, ho! Speak the word along. FIRST SOLDIER. Stand! SECOND SOLDIER. Stand! THIRD SOLDIER. Stand! CASSIUS. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. BRUTUS. Judge me, you gods; wrong I mine enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a brother? CASSIUS. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them BRUTUS. Cassius, be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020793 | 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. CASSIUS. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020794 | this ground. BRUTUS. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent till we have done our conference. Lucius and Titinius, guard our door. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Within the tent of Brutus. Enter Brutus and Cassius. CASSIUS. That you have wrongd me doth appear in this: You have condemnd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020795 | here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side Because I knew the man, were slighted off. BRUTUS. You wrongd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020796 | have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers. 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. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. CASSIUS. Chastisement! BRUTUS. Remember March, the Ides | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020797 | 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, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020798 | so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. CASSIUS. Brutus, bait not me, Ill not endure it. You forget yourself, To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself To make conditions. BRUTUS. Go to; you are not, Cassius. CASSIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000020799 | I am. BRUTUS. I say you are not. CASSIUS. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther. BRUTUS. Away, slight man! CASSIUS. Ist possible? BRUTUS. 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. O | 60 | gutenberg |
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