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The Tragedie of Julius Caesar

 

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

 

Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners ouer the Sta= ge.=

 

 = Flauius. Hence: home you idle Creatures= , get you home:

Is this a Holiday? What, = know you not

(Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke

Vpon a labouring day, without the signe

Of your Profession? Speake, what Trade art thou?

 = Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter

 

 =   Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy R= ule?=

What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on?

You sir, what Trade are you?

 = Cobl. Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am

but as you would say, a Cobler<= o:p>

 

 =   Mur. But what Trade art thou? Answer me di= rectly

 

 =   Cob. A Trade Sir, t= hat I hope I may vse, with a safe<= /span>

Conscience, which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad soules

 

 =   Fla. What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue,

what Trade?

 = Cobl. Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out= with me: yet

if you be out Sir, I can mend you

 

 =   Mur. What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, = thou

sawcy Fellow?

 = Cob. Why sir, Cobble you

 

 =   Fla. Thou art a Cobler, art thou?

 = Cob. Truly sir, all that I liue by, is = with the Aule: I

meddle with no Tradesmans matters, nor womens matters;=

but withal I am indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old shooes:=

when they are in great danger, I recouer them. As proper

men as euer trod vpon Neats Leather, haue gone vpon

my handy-worke

 

 =   Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day?

Why do'st thou leade these men about the streets?

 = Cob. Truly sir, to weare out their shoo= es, to get my

selfe into more worke. But indeede sir, we make Holyday

to see Caesar, and to reioyce in his Triumph

 

 =   Mur. Wherefore reioyce?

What Conquest brings he home?

What Tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles?

You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things:=

O you hard hearts, you cruell men of <= st1:place w:st=3D"on">Rome,

Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?

Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements,

To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops= ,

Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue sate

The liue-long day, with patient expectation<= /span>,

To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome:

And when you saw his Chariot but appeare,

Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout= ,

That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes

To heare the replication of your sounds,

Made in her Concaue Shores?

And do you now put on your best attyre?

And do you now cull out a Holyday?

And do you now strew Flowers in his way,

That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood?

Be gone<= span dir=3DRTL>,

Runne to your houses, fall vpon your knees,

Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague

That needs must light on this Ingratitude

 

 =   Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault

Assemble all the poore men of your sort;

Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares

Into the Channell, till the lowest streame

Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all.

 

Exeunt. all the Commoners.

 

See where their basest mettle be not mou'd,

They vanish tongue-tyed in their guiltinesse= :

Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll,

This way will I: Disrobe the Images,

If you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies

 

 =   Mur. May we do so?

You know it is the Feast of Lupercall

 

 =   Fla. It is no matter, let no Images=

Be hung with Caesars Trophees: Ile about,

And driue away the Vulgar from the streets;

So do you too, where you perceiue them thicke.

These growing Feathers, pluckt from Caesars wing,

Will make him flye an ordinary pitch<= span lang=3DAR-SA dir=3DRTL>,

Who else would soare aboue the view of men,

And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse.

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Caesar, A= ntony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius,

Cicero,

Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: after them Murellus an= d

Flauius<= span dir=3DRTL>.

 

 = Caes. Calphurnia

 

 =   Cask. Peace ho, Cae= sar speakes

 

 =   Caes. Calphurnia

 

 =   Calp. Heere my Lord=

 

 =   Caes. Stand you dir= ectly in Antonio's way,

When he doth run his course. Antonio

 

 =   Ant. Cو<= /span>sar, my Lord

 

   Caes. F= orget not in your speed Antonio,

To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say,

The Barren touched in this holy chace,

Shake off their sterrile curse

 

   Ant. I shall remember,

When Caesar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd

 

   Caes. S= et on, and leaue no Ceremony out

 

   Sooth. = Caesar

 

   Caes. H= a? Who calles?

  Cask. Bid eue= ry noyse be still: peace yet againe

 

   Caes. W= ho is it in the presse, that calles on me?

I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke

Cry, Caesar: Speake, Caesar is turn'd to heare

 

   Sooth. = Beware the Ides of March

 

   Caes. W= hat man is that?

  Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March

  Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face

 

   Cassi. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Caesar

 

   Caes. W= hat sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,

  Sooth. Beware= the Ides of March

 

   Caes. H= e is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.

 

Sennet

 

Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass.

 

  Cassi. Will y= ou go see the order of the course?

  Brut. Not I

 

   Cassi. = I pray you do

 

   Brut. I= am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part

Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony:

Let me not hinder Cassius your desires;

Ile leaue you

 

   Cassi. Brutus, I do obserue you now of late:

I haue not from your eyes, that gentlenesse

And shew of Loue, as I was wont to haue:

You beare too stubborne, and too strange a hand

Ouer your Friend, that loues you

 

   Bru. Ca= ssius,

Be not deceiu'd: If I haue veyl'd my looke,

I turne the trouble of my Countenance

Meerely vpon my selfe. Vexed I am

Of late, with passions of some difference,=

Conceptions onely proper to my selfe,

Which giue some soyle (perhaps) to my Behauiours:=

But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd<= /span>

(Among which number Cassius be you one)

Nor construe any further my neglect,

Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre,

Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men

 

   Cassi. = Then Brutus, I haue much mistook your passion,

By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried

Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations.

Tell me good Brutus, Can you see your face?

  Brutus. No Ca= ssius:

For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection,<= /span>

By some other things

 

   Cassius= . 'Tis iust,

And it is very much lamented Brutus,

That you haue no such Mirrors, as will turne

Your hidden worthinesse into your eye,

That you might see your shadow:

I haue heard,

Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Except immortall Caesar) speaking of Brutus,

And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake,

Haue wish'd, that Noble Brutus had his eyes

 

   Bru. In= to what dangers, would you

Leade me Cassius?

That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,

For that which is not in me?

  Cas. Therefor= e good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare:

And since you know, you cannot see your selfe

So well as by Reflection; I your Glasse,

Will modestly discouer to your selfe

That of your selfe, which you yet know not of.

And be not iealous on me, gentle Brutus:

Were I a common Laughter, or did vse

To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue

To euery new Protester: if you know,

That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard,

And after scandall them: Or if you know,

That I professe my selfe in Banquetting

To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.

 

Flourish, and Shout.

 

  Bru. What mea= nes this Showting?

I do feare, the People choose Caesar

For their King

 

   Cassi. = I, do you feare it?

Then must I thinke you would not haue it so

 

   Bru. I = would not Cassius, yet I loue him well:

But wherefore do you hold me heere so long?

What is it, that you would impart to me?

If it be ought toward the generall good,

Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,

And I will looke on both indifferently:

For let the Gods so speed mee, as I loue

The name of Honor, more then I feare death=

 

   Cassi. = I know that vertue to be in you Brutus,

As well as I do know your outward fauour.<= /p>

Well, Honor is the subiect of my Story:

I cannot tell, what you and other men

Thinke of this life: But for my single selfe,

I had as liefe not be, as liue to be

In awe of such a Thing, as I my selfe.

I was borne free as Caesar, so were you,

We both haue fed as well, and we can both<= /p>

Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.

For once, vpon a Rawe and Gustie day,

The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,

Caesar saide to me, Dar'st thou Cassius now

Leape in with me into this angry Flood,

And swim to yonder Point? Vpon the word,

Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

And bad him follow: so indeed he did.

The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it

With lusty Sinewes, throwing it aside,

And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie.

But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd,

Caesar cride, Helpe me Cassius, or I sinke.

I (as Aeneas, our great Ancestor,

Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his shoulder

The old Anchyses beare) so, from the waues of Tyber

Did I the tyred Caesar: And this Man,

Is now become a God, and Cassius is

A wretched Creature, and must bend his body,

If Caesar carelesly but nod on him.

He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine,

And when the Fit was on him, I did marke

How he did shake: Tis true, this God did shake,

His Coward lippes did from their colour flye,

And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,=

Did loose his Lustre: I did heare him grone:

I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans

Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,

Alas, it cried, Giue me some drinke Titinius,

As a sicke Girle: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble temper should

So get the start of the Maiesticke world,<= /p>

And beare the Palme alone.

 

Shout. Flourish.

 

  Bru. Another generall shout?

I do beleeue, that these applauses are

For some new Honors, that are heap'd on Caesar

 

   Cassi. = Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a Colossus, and we petty men

Walke vnder his huge legges, and peepe about

To finde our selues dishonourable Graues.<= /p>

Men at sometime, are Masters of their Fates.

The fault (deere Brutus) is not in our Starres,

But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings.=

Brutus and Caesar: What should be in that Caesar?=

Why should that name be sounded more then yours

Write them together: Yours, is as faire a Name:

Sound them, it doth become the mouth aswell:

Weigh them, it is as heauy: Coniure with 'em,

Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Caesar.

Now in the names of all the Gods at once,<= /p>

Vpon what meate doth this our Caesar feede,

That he is growne so great? Age, thou art sham'd.=

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of Noble Blo= ods.

When went there by an Age, since the great Flood,=

But it was fam'd with more then with one man?

When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome,

That her wide Walkes incompast but one man?

Now is it Rome<= /st1:place> indeed, and Roome enough

When there is in it but one onely man.

O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers say,<= /p>

There was a Brutus once, that would haue brook'd<= /span>

Th' eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome,

As easily as a King

 

   Bru. Th= at you do loue me, I am nothing iealous:

What you would worke me too, I haue some ayme:

How I haue thought of this, and of these times

I shall recount heereafter. For this present,

I would not so (with loue I might intreat you)

Be any further moou'd: What you haue said,=

I will consider: what you haue to say

I will with patience heare, and finde a time

Both meete to heare, and answer such high things.=

Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this:

Brutus had rather be a Villager,

Then to repute himselfe a Sonne of Rome

Vnder these hard Conditions, as this time<= /p>

Is like to lay vpon vs

 

   Cassi. = I am glad that my weake words

Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from Brutus,

Enter Caesar and his Traine.

 

  Bru. The Game= s are done,

And Caesar is returning

 

   Cassi. = As they passe by,

Plucke Caska by the Sleeue,

And he will (after his sowre fashion) tell you

What hath proceeded worthy note to day

 

   Bru. I = will do so: but looke you Cassius,

The angry spot doth glow on Caesars brow,<= /p>

And all the rest, looke like a chidden Traine;

Calphurnia's Cheeke is pale, and Cicero

Lookes with such Ferret, and such fiery eyes

As we haue seene him in the Capitoll

Being crost in Conference, by some Senators

 

   Cassi. = Caska will tell vs what the matter is

 

   Caes An= tonio

 

   Ant. Caesar

 

   Caes Le= t me haue men about me, that are fat,

Sleeke-headed men, and such as sleepe a-nights:

Yond Cassius has a leane and hungry looke,=

He thinkes too much: such men are dangerous

 

   Ant. Fe= are him not Caesar, he's not dangerous,

He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen

 

   Caes Wo= uld he were fatter; But I feare him not:

Yet if my name were lyable to feare,

I do not know the man I should auoyd

So soone as that spare Cassius. He reades much,

He is a great Obseruer, and he lookes

Quite through the Deeds of men. He loues no Playes,

As thou dost An= tony: he heares no Musicke;

Seldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

As if he mock'd himselfe, and scorn'd his spirit<= /span>

That could be mou'd to smile at any thing.=

Such men as he, be neuer at hearts ease,

Whiles they behold a greater then themselues,

And therefore are they very dangerous.

I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,

Then what I feare: for alwayes I am Caesar.

Come on my right hand, for this eare is deafe,

And tell me truely, what thou think'st of him.

 

Sennit.

 

Exeunt. Caesar and his Traine.

 

  Cask. You pul= 'd me by the cloake, would you speake

with me?

  Bru. I Caska,= tell vs what hath chanc'd to day

That Caesar lookes so sad

 

   Cask. W= hy you were with him, were you not?

  Bru. I should= not then aske Caska what had chanc'd

 

   Cask. W= hy there was a Crowne offer'd him; & being

offer'd him, he put it by with the backe of his hand thus,

and then the people fell a shouting

 

   Bru. Wh= at was the second noyse for?

  Cask. Why for= that too

 

   Cassi. = They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

  Cask. Why for= that too

 

   Bru. Wa= s the Crowne offer'd him thrice?

  Cask. I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie

time gentler then other; and at euery putting by, mine<= /o:p>

honest Neighbors showted

 

   Cassi. = Who offer'd him the Crowne?

  Cask. Why Antony=

 

   Bru. Te= ll vs the manner of it, gentle Caska

 

   Caska. = I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of

it: It was meere Foolerie, I did not marke it. I sawe

Marke Antony offer him a Crowne, yet 'twas not a<= /span>

Crowne neyther, 'twas one of these Coronets: and as I

told you, hee put it by once: but for all that, to my thinki= ng,

he would faine haue had it. Then hee offered it to

him againe: then hee put it by againe: but to my thinking,

he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then

he offered it the third time; hee put it the third time by,<= o:p>

and still as hee refus'd it, the rabblement howted, and=

clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatie=

Night-cappes, and vttered such a deale of stinking

breath, because Caesar refus'd the Crowne, that it had<= /o:p>

(almost) choaked Caesar: for hee swoonded, and fell

downe at it: And for mine owne part, I durst not laugh,=

for feare of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad

Ayre

 

   Cassi. = But soft I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?

  Cask. He fell= downe in the Market-place, and foam'd

at mouth, and was speechlesse

 

   Brut. '= Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse

 

   Cassi. = No, Caesar hath it not: but you, and I,

And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse

 

   Cask. I= know not what you meane by that, but I am

sure Caesar fell downe. If the tag-ragge people did not=

clap him, and hisse him, according as he pleas'd, and disple= as'd

them, as they vse to doe the Players in the Theatre,

I am no true man

 

   Brut. W= hat said he, when he came vnto himselfe?

  Cask. Marry, = before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd

the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he

pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat<= /o:p>

to cut: and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if I

would not haue taken him at a word, I would I might

goe to Hell among the Rogues, and so hee fell. When

he came to himselfe againe, hee said, If hee had done, or

said any thing amisse, he desir'd their Worships to thinke

it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I

stood, cryed, Alasse good Soule, and forgaue him with

all their hearts: But there's no heed to be taken of them;

if Caesar had stab'd their Mothers, they would haue done

no lesse

 

   Brut. A= nd after that, he came thus sad away

 

   Cask. I=

 

   Cassi. = Did Cicero say any th= ing?

  Cask. I, he s= poke Greeke

 

   Cassi. = To what effect?

  Cask. Nay, an= d I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you

i'th' face againe. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd

at one another, and shooke their heads: but for mine

owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more

newes too: Murrellus and Flauius, for pulling Scarffes<= /o:p>

off Caesars Images, are put to silence. Fare you well.<= /o:p>

There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remember<= /span>

it

 

   Cassi. = Will you suppe with me to Night, Caska?

  Cask. No, I am promis'd forth

 

   Cassi. = Will you Dine with me to morrow?

  Cask. I, if I= be aliue, and your minde hold, and your

Dinner worth the eating

 

   Cassi. = Good, I will expect you

 

   Cask. D= oe so: farewell both.

Enter.

 

  Brut. What a = blunt fellow is this growne to be?

He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole

 

   Cassi. = So is he now, in execution

Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,

How-euer he puts on this tardie forme:

This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit,=

Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words

With better Appetite

 

   Brut. A= nd so it is:

For this time I will leaue you:

To morrow, if you please to speake with me,

I will come home to you: or if you will,

Come home to me, and I will wait for you

 

   Cassi. = I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World.

Exit Brutus.

 

Well Brutus, thou art Noble: yet I see,

Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought

From that it is dispos'd: therefore it is meet,

That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes:

For who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd?<= /p>

Caesar doth beare me hard, but he loues Brutus.

If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,=

He should not humor me. I will this Night,=

In seuerall Hands, in at his Windowes throw,

As if they came from seuerall 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,<= /p>

For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.

Enter.

 

Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska, and Cicero.<= /span>

 

  Cic. Good eue= n, Caska: brought you Caesar home?

Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?

  Cask. Are not= you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth

Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero,

I haue seene Tempests, when the scolding Winds

Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene

Th' ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame,

To be exalted with the threatning Clouds:<= /p>

But neuer till to Night, neuer till now,

Did I goe through a Tempest-dropping-fire.=

Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen,=

Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods,

Incenses them to send destruction

 

   Cic. Wh= y, saw you any thing more wonderfull?

  Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight,

Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne<= /span>

Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand,

Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd.=

Besides, I ha' not since put vp my Sword,<= /p>

Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,

Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by,

Without annoying me. And there were drawne=

Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women,

Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw=

Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.

And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit,<= /p>

Euen at Noone-day, vpon the Market place,<= /p>

Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies

Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say,

These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:

For I beleeue, they are portentous things<= /p>

Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon

 

   Cic. In= deed, it is a strange disposed time:

But men may construe things after their fashion,<= /span>

Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues.=

Comes Caesar to the Capitoll to morrow?

  Cask. He doth= : for he did bid Antonio

Send word to you, he would be there to morrow

 

   Cic. Good-night then, Caska:

This disturbed Skie is not to walke in

 

   Cask. Farewell Cicero.

 

Exit Cicero.

 

Enter Cassius.

 

  Cassi. Who's = there?

  Cask. A Roman= e

 

   Cassi. = Caska, by your Voyce

 

   Cask. Y= our Eare is good.

Cassius, what Night is this?

  Cassi. A very pleasing Night to honest men

 

   Cask. W= ho euer knew the Heauens menace so?

  Cassi. Those = that haue knowne the Earth so full of

faults.

For my part, I haue walk'd about the streets,

Submitting me vnto the perillous Night;

And thus vnbraced, Caska, as you see,

Haue bar'd my Bosome to the Thunder-stone:=

And when the crosse blew Lightning seem'd to open=

The Brest of Heauen, I did present my selfe

Euen in the ayme, and very flash of it

 

   Cask. B= ut wherefore did you so much tempt the Heauens?

It is the part of men, to feare and tremble,

When the most mightie Gods, by tokens send=

Such dreadfull Heraulds, to astonish vs

 

   Cassi. = You are dull, Caska:

And those sparkes of Life, that should be in a Roman,

You doe want, or else you vse not.

You looke pale, and gaze, and put on feare,

And cast your selfe in wonder,

To see the strange impatience of the Heauens:

But if you would consider the true cause,<= /p>

Why all these Fires, why all these gliding Ghosts,

Why Birds and Beasts, from qualitie and kinde,

Why Old men, Fooles, and Children calculate,

Why all these things change from their Ordinance,=

Their Natures, and pre-formed Faculties,

To monstrous qualitie; why you shall finde,

That Heauen hath infus'd them with these Spirits,=

To make them Instruments of feare, and warning,

Vnto some monstrous State.

Now could I (Caska) name to thee a man,

Most like this dreadfull Night,

That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graues, and roares,

As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll:

A man no mightier then thy selfe, or me,

In personall action; yet prodigious growne,

And fearefull, as these strange eruptions are

 

   Cask. '= Tis Caesar that you meane:

Is it not, Cassius?

  Cassi. Let it= be who it is: for Romans now

Haue Thewes, and Limbes, like to their Ancestors;=

But woe the while, our Fathers mindes are dead,

And we are gouern'd with our Mothers spirits,

Our yoake, and sufferance, shew vs Womanish

 

   Cask. I= ndeed, they say, the Senators to morrow

Meane to establish Caesar as a King:

And he shall weare his Crowne by Sea, and Land,

In euery place, saue here in Italy

 

   Cassi. = I know where I will weare this Dagger then;

Cassius from Bondage will deliuer Cassius:=

Therein, yee Gods, you make the weake most strong;

Therein, yee Gods, you Tyrants doe defeat.=

Nor Stonie= Tower, nor Walls of beaten Brasse,

Nor ayre-lesse Dungeon, nor strong Linkes of Iron,

Can be retentiue to the strength of spirit:

But Life being wearie of these worldly Barres,

Neuer lacks power to dismisse it selfe.

If I know this, know all the World besides,

That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare,

I can shake off at pleasure.

 

Thunder still.

 

  Cask. So can = I:

So euery Bond-man in his owne hand beares<= /p>

The power to cancell his Captiuitie

 

   Cassi. = And why should Cوsar be a Tyrant then= ?

Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe,=

But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe:

He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes.

Those that with haste will make a mightie fire,

Begin it with weake Strawes. What trash is Rome?

What Rubbish, and what Offall? when it serues

For the base matter, to illuminate

So vile a thing as Caesar. But oh Griefe,<= /p>

Where hast thou led me? I (perhaps) speake this

Before a willing Bond-man: then I know

My answere must be made. But I am arm'd,

And dangers are to me indifferent

 

   Cask. Y= ou speake to Caska, and to such a man,

That is no flearing Tell-tale. Hold, my Hand:

Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes,

And I will set this foot of mine as farre,=

As who goes farthest

 

   Cassi. There's a Bargaine made.

Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already<= /p>

Some certaine of the Noblest minded Romans=

To vnder-goe, with me, an Enterprize,

Of Honorable dangerous consequence;

And I doe know by this, they stay for me

In Pompeyes Porch: for now this fearefull Night,<= /span>

There is no stirre, or walking in the streetes;

And the Complexion of the Element

Is Fauors, like the Worke we haue in hand,=

Most bloodie, fierie, and most terrible.

Enter Cinna.

 

  Caska. Stand = close a while, for heere comes one in

haste

 

   Cassi. = 'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate,

He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?=

  Cinna. To fin= de out you: Who's that, Metellus

Cymber?

  Cassi. No, it= is Caska, one incorporate

To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?

  Cinna. I am g= lad on't.

What a fearefull Night is this?

There's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights

 

   Cassi. = Am I not stay'd for? tell me

 

   Cinna. = Yes, you are. O Cassius,

If you could but winne the Noble Brutus

To our party-

  Cassi. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper,

And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre,

Where Brutus may but finde it: and throw this

In at his Window; set this vp with Waxe

Vpon old Brutus Statue: all this done,

Repaire to Pompeyes Porch, where you shall finde vs.

Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

  Cinna. All, b= ut Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone

To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie,

And so bestow these Papers as you bad me

 

   Cassi. = That done, repayre to Pompeyes Theater.

 

Exit Cinna.

 

Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day,

See Brutus at his house: three parts of him

Is ours alreadie, and the man entire

Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours

 

   Cask. O= , he sits high in all the Peoples hearts:

And that which would appeare Offence in vs,

His Countenance, like richest Alchymie,

Will change to Vertue, and to Worthinesse<= /p>

 

   Cassi. = Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,

You haue right well conceited: let vs goe,=

For it is after Mid-night, and ere day,

We will awake him, and be sure of him.

 

Exeunt.

 

 

Actus Secundus.

 

Enter Brutus in his Orchard.

 

  Brut. What Lu= cius, hoe?

I cannot, by the progresse of the Starres,=

Giue guesse how neere to day- Lucius, I say?

I would it were my fault to sleepe so soundly.

When Lucius, when? awake, I say: what Lucius?

Enter Lucius.

 

  Luc. Call'd y= ou, my Lord?

  Brut. Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius:

When it is lighted, come and call me here<= /p>

 

   Luc. I = will, my Lord.

Enter.

 

  Brut. It must= be by his death: and for my part,

I know no personall cause, to spurne at him,

But for the generall. He would be crown'd:=

How that might change his nature, there's the question?=

It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder,

And that craues warie walking: Crowne him that,

And then I graunt we put a Sting in him,

That at his will he may doe danger with.

Th' abuse of Greatnesse, is, when it dis-ioynes

Remorse from Power: And to speake truth of Caesar,

I haue not knowne, when his Affections sway'd

More then his Reason. But 'tis a common proofe,

That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions Ladder,=

Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face:

But when he once attaines the vpmost Round,

He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe,<= /p>

Lookes in the Clouds, scorning the base degrees

By which he did ascend: so Caesar may;

Then least he may, preuent. And since the Quarrell

Will beare no colour, for the thing he is,=

Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Would runne to these, and these extremities:

And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge,

Which hatch'd, would as his kinde grow mischieuous;

And kill him in the shell.

Enter Lucius.

 

  Luc. The Taper burneth in your Closet, Sir:

Searching the Window for a Flint, I found

This Paper, thus seal'd vp, and I am sure<= /p>

It did not lye there when I went to Bed.

 

Giues him the Letter.

 

  Brut. Get you= to Bed againe, it is not day:

Is not to morrow (Boy) the first of March?=

  Luc. I know n= ot, Sir

 

   Brut. L= ooke in the Calender, and bring me word

 

   Luc. I = will, Sir.

Enter.

 

  Brut. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre,

Giue so much light, that I may reade by them.

 

Opens the Letter, and reades.

 

Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thy selfe:

Shall Rome, &c. speake, strike, redresse.

Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake.

Such instigations haue beene often dropt,<= /p>

Where I haue tooke them vp:

Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out:

Shall Rome stand vnder one mans awe? What Rome?

My Ancestors did from the streetes of = Rome

The Tarquin driue, when he was call'd a King.

Speake, strike, redresse. Am I entreated

To speake, and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,

If the redresse will follow, thou receiuest

Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus.

Enter Lucius.

 

  Luc. Sir, Mar= ch is wasted fifteene dayes.

 

Knocke within.

 

  Brut. 'Tis go= od. Go to the Gate, some body knocks:

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,

I haue not slept.

Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing,<= /p>

And the first motion, all the Interim is

Like a Phantasma, or a hideous Dreame:

The Genius, and the mortall Instruments

Are then in councell; and the state of a man,

Like to a little Kingdome, suffers then

The nature of an Insurrection.

Enter Lucius.

 

  Luc. Sir, 'ti= s your Brother Cassius at the Doore,

Who doth desire to see you

 

   Brut. I= s he alone?

  Luc. No, Sir,= there are moe with him

 

   Brut. D= oe you know them?

  Luc. No, Sir,= their Hats are pluckt about their Eares,

And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes,

That by no meanes I may discouer them,

By any marke of fauour

 

   Brut. L= et 'em enter:

They are the Faction. O Conspiracie,

Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night,=

When euills are most free? O then, by day<= /p>

Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough,

To maske thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Conspiracie,

Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie:

For if thou path thy natiue semblance on,<= /p>

Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough,

To hide thee from preuention.

Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Cinna, Metel= lus,

and

Trebonius.

 

  Cass. I think= e we are too bold vpon your Rest:

Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you?

  Brut. I haue = beene vp this howre, awake all Night:

Know I these men, that come along with you?

  Cass. Yes, eu= ery man of them; and no man here

But honors you: and euery one doth wish,

You had but that opinion of your selfe,

Which euery Noble Roman beares of you.

This is Trebonius

 

   Brut. H= e is welcome hither

 

   Cass. T= his, Decius Brutus

 

   Brut. H= e is welcome too

 

   Cass. T= his, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus

Cymber

 

   Brut. T= hey are all welcome.

What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues

Betwixt your Eyes, and Night?

  Cass. Shall I entreat a word?

 

They whisper.

 

  Decius. Here = lyes the East: doth not the Day breake

heere?

  Cask. No=

 

   Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines,

That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day

 

   Cask. Y= ou shall confesse, that you are both deceiu'd:

Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne arises,

Which is a great way growing on the South,=

Weighing the youthfull Season of the yeare.

Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North

He first presents his fire, and the high East

Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere

 

   Bru. Gi= ue me your hands all ouer, one by one

 

   Cas. An= d let vs sweare our Resolution

 

   Brut. N= o, not an Oath: if not the Face of men,

The sufferance of our Soules, the times Abuse;

If these be Motiues weake, breake off betimes,

And euery 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) beare fire enough

To kindle Cowards, and to steele with valour

The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen,

What neede we any spurre, but our owne cause

To pricke vs to redresse? What other Bond,=

Then secret Romans, that haue spoke the word,

And will not palter? And what other Oath,<= /p>

Then Honesty to Honesty ingag'd,

That this shall be, or we will fall for it.

Sweare Priests and Cowards, and men Cautelous

Old feeble Carrions, and such suffering Soules

That welcome wrongs: Vnto bad causes, sweare

Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not staine

The euen vertue of our Enterprize,

Nor th' insuppressiue Mettle of our Spirits,

To thinke, that or our Cause, or our Performance<= /span>

Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood

That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares<= /p>

Is guilty of a seuerall Bastardie,

If he do breake the smallest Particle

Of any promise that hath past from him

 

   Cas. Bu= t what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?

I thinke he will stand very strong with vs=

 

   Cask. L= et vs not leaue him out

 

   Cyn. No= , by no meanes

 

   Metel. = O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires

Will purchase vs a good opinion:

And buy mens voyces, to commend our deeds:=

It shall be sayd, his iudgement rul'd our hands,<= /span>

Our youths, and wildenesse, shall no whit appeare,

But all be buried in his Grauity

 

   Bru. O = name him not; let vs not breake with him,

For he will neuer follow any thing

That other men begin

 

   Cas. Th= en leaue him out

 

   Cask. I= ndeed, he is not fit

 

   Decius.= Shall no man else be toucht, but onely Caesar?

  Cas. Decius w= ell vrg'd: I thinke it is not meet,

Marke Antony, so well belou'd of Caesar,

Should out-liue Caesar, we shall finde of him

A shrew'd Contriuer. And you know, his meanes

If he improue them, may well stretch so farre

As to annoy vs all: which to preuent,

Let Antony and Caesar fall together

 

   Bru. Our course will seeme too bloody, Caius Cassius,

To cut the Head off, and then hacke the Limbes:

Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards:<= /p>

For Antony, is but a Limbe of Caesar.

Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius:

We all stand vp 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,

Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully:=

Let's carue him, as a Dish fit for the Gods,

Not hew him as a Carkasse fit for Hounds:<= /p>

And let our Hearts, as subtle Masters do,<= /p>

Stirre vp their Seruants to an acte of Rage,

And after seeme to chide 'em. This shall make

Our purpose Necessary, and not Enuious.

Which so appearing to the common eyes,

We shall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers.=

And for Marke Antony, thinke not of him:

For he can do no more then Caesars Arme,

When Caesars head is off

 

   Cas. Ye= t I feare him,

For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Caesar

 

   Bru. Al= as, good Cassius, do not thinke of him:

If he loue Caesar, all that he can do

Is to himselfe; take thought, and dye for Caesar,=

And that were much he should: for he is giuen

To sports, to wildenesse, and much company=

 

   Treb. T= here is no feare in him; let him not dye,

For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.

 

Clocke strikes.

 

  Bru. Peace, c= ount the Clocke

 

   Cas. The Clocke hath stricken three

 

   Treb. '= Tis time to part

 

   Cass. B= ut it is doubtfull yet,

Whether Caesar will come forth to day, or no:

For he is Superstitious growne of late,

Quite from the maine Opinion he held once,

Of Fantasie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies:

It may be, these apparant Prodigies,

The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night,

And the perswasion of his Augurers,

May hold him from the Capitoll to day

 

   Decius.= Neuer feare that: If he be so resolu'd,

I can ore-sway him: For he loues to heare,=

That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees,=

And Beares with Glasses, Elephants with Holes,

Lyons with Toyles, and men with Flatterers.<= o:p>

But, when I tell him, he hates Flatterers,=

He sayes, he does; being then most flattered.

Let me worke:

For I can giue his humour the true bent;

And I will bring him to the Capitoll

 

   Cas. Na= y, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him

 

   Bru. By= the eight houre, is that the vttermost?

  Cin. Be that = the vttermost, and faile not then

 

   Met. Ca= ius Ligarius doth beare Caesar hard,

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;=

I wonder none of you haue thought of him

 

   Bru. No= w good Metellus go along by him:

He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reasons,

Send him but hither, and Ile fashion him

 

   Cas. The morning comes vpon's:

Wee'l leaue you Brutus,

And Friends disperse your selues; but all remember

What you haue said, and shew your selues true Romans

 

   Bru. Go= od Gentlemen, looke fresh and merrily,

Let not our lookes put on our purposes,

But beare it as our Roman Actors do,

With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Constancie,

And so good morrow to you euery one.

 

Exeunt.

 

Manet Brutus.

 

Boy: Lucius: Fast asleepe? It is no matter,

Enioy the hony-heauy-Dew of Slumber:

Thou hast no Figures, nor no Fantasies,

Which busie care drawes, in the braines of men;

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Enter Portia.

 

  Por. Brutus, = my Lord

 

   Bru. Po= rtia: What meane you? wherfore rise you now?

It is not for your health, thus to commit<= /p>

Your weake condition, to the raw cold morning

 

   Por. No= r for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutus

Stole from my bed: and yesternight at Supper

You sodainly arose, and walk'd about,

Musing, and sighing, with your armes acrosse

And when I ask'd you what the matter was,<= /p>

You star'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.<= /p>

I vrg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head,

And too impatiently stampt with your foote:

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,

But with an angry wafter of your hand

Gaue signe for me to leaue you: So I did,<= /p>

Fearing to strengthen that impatience

Which seem'd too much inkindled; and withall,

Hoping it was but an effect of Humor,

Which sometime hath his houre with euery man.

It will not let you eate, nor talke, nor sleepe;<= /span>

And could it worke so much vpon your shape,

As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condition,

I should not know you Brutus. Deare my Lord,

Make me acquainted with your cause of greefe

 

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

 

   Por. Br= utus is wise, and were he not in health,

He would embrace the meanes to come by it<= /p>

 

   Bru. Wh= y so I do: good Portia go to bed

 

   Por. Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall

To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours

Of the danke Morning? What, is Brutus sicke?

And will he steale out of his wholsome bed=

To dare the vile contagion of the Night?

And tempt the Rhewmy, and vnpurged Ayre,

To adde vnto his sicknesse? No my Brutus,<= /p>

You haue some sicke Offence within your minde,

Which by the Right and Vertue of my place<= /p>

I ought to know of: And vpon my knees,

I charme you, by my once commended Beauty,=

By all your vowes of Loue, and that great Vow

Which did incorporate and make vs one,

That you vnfold to me, your selfe; your halfe

Why you are heauy: and what men to night

Haue had resort to you: for heere haue beene

Some sixe or seuen, who did hide their faces

Euen from darknesse

 

   Bru. Kn= eele not gentle Portia

 

   Por. I = should not neede, if you were gentle Brutus.

Within the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,

Is it excepted, I should know no Secrets

That appertaine to you? Am I your Selfe,

But as it were in sort, or limitation?

To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,

And talke to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the Suburbs<= /o:p>

Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

Portia is Brutus Harlot, not his Wife

 

   Bru. Yo= u are my true and honourable Wife,

As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes

That visit my sad heart

 

   Por. If= this were true, then should I know this secret.

I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,

A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife:

I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,

A Woman well reputed: Cato's Daughter.

Thinke you, I am no stronger then my Sex

Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded?

Tell me your Counsels, I will not disclose 'em:

I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie,

Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound

Heere, in the Thigh: Can I beare that with patience,

And not my Husbands Secrets?

  Bru. O ye God= s!

Render me worthy of this Noble Wife.

 

Knocke.

 

Harke, harke, one knockes: Portia go in a while,<= /span>

And by and by thy bosome shall partake

The secrets of my Heart.

All my engagements, I will construe to thee,

All the Charractery of my sad browes:

Leaue me with hast.

 

Exit Portia.

 

Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

 

Lucius, who's that knockes

 

   Luc. He= ere is a sicke man that would speak with you

 

   Bru. Ca= ius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.

Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?

  Cai. Vouchsaf= e good morrow from a feeble tongue

 

   Bru. O = what a time haue you chose out braue Caius

To weare a Kerchiefe? Would you were not sicke

 

   Cai. I = am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand

Any exploit worthy the name of Honor

 

   Bru. Su= ch an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius,

Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it

 

   Cai. By= all the Gods that Romans bow before,

I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome,

Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,

Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp

My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,

And I will striue with things impossible,<= /p>

Yea get the better of them. What's to do?<= /p>

  Bru. A peece = of worke,

That will make sicke men whole

 

   Cai. Bu= t are not some whole, that we must make sicke?

  Bru. That mus= t we also. What it is my Caius,

I shall vnfold to thee, as we are going,

To whom it must be done

 

   Cai. Se= t on your foote,

And with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,<= /p>

To do I know not what: but it sufficeth

That Brutus leads me on.

 

Thunder

 

  Bru. Follow me then.

 

Exeunt.

 

Thunder & Lightning

 

Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne.

 

  Caesar. Nor H= eauen, nor Earth,

Haue beene at peace to night:

Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed out,<= /span>

Helpe, ho: They murther Caesar. Who's within?

Enter a Seruant.

 

  Ser. My Lord<= o:p>

 

   Caes Go= bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,

And bring me their opinions of Successe

 

   Ser. I = will my Lord.

 

Exit

 

Enter Calphurnia.

 

  Cal. What mean you Caesar? Think you t= o walk forth?

You shall not stirre out of your house to day

 

   Caes Ca= esar shall forth; the things that threaten'd me,

Ne're look'd but on my backe: When they shall see=

The face of Caesar, they are vanished

 

   Calp. C= aesar, I neuer stood on Ceremonies,

Yet now they fright me: There is one within,

Besides the things that we haue heard and seene,<= /span>

Recounts most horrid sights seene by the Watch.

A Lionnesse hath whelped in the streets,

And Graues haue yawn'd, and yeelded vp their dead;

Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds

In Rankes and Squadrons, and right forme of Warre=

Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll:

The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre:<= /p>

Horsses do neigh, and dying men did grone,=

And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets.

O Caesar, these things are beyond all vse,=

And I do feare them

 

   Caes What can be auoyded=

Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods?<= /p>

Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these Predictions<= /span>

Are to the world in generall, as to Caesar=

 

   Calp. W= hen Beggers dye, there are no Comets seen,

The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes=

  Caes Cowards = dye many times before their deaths,

The valiant neuer taste of death but once:=

Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard,<= /p>

It seemes to me most strange that men should feare,

Seeing that death, a necessary end

Will come, when it will come.

Enter a Seruant.

 

What say the Augurers?

  Ser. They wou= ld not haue you to stirre forth to day.

Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth,

They could not finde a heart within the beast

 

   Caes Th= e Gods do this in shame of Cowardice:

Caesar should be a Beast without a heart

If he should stay at home to day for feare:

No Caesar shall not; Danger knowes full well

That Caesar is more dangerous then he.

We heare two Ly= ons litter'd in one day,

And I the elder and more terrible,

And Caesar shall go foorth

 

   Calp. A= las my Lord,

Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence:

Do not go forth to day: Call it my feare,<= /p>

That keepes you in the house, and not your owne.<= /span>

Wee'l send Mark Antony to the Senate house,

And he shall say, you are not well to day:=

Let me vpon my knee, preuaile in this

 

   Caes Ma= rk Antony shall say I am not well,

And for thy humor, I will stay at home.

Enter Decius.

 

Heere's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so

 

   Deci. C= aesar, all haile: Good morrow worthy Caesar,

I come to fetch you to the Senate house

 

   Caes An= d you are come in very happy time,

To beare 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

 

   Calp. S= ay he is sicke

 

   Caes Sh= all Caesar send a Lye?

Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre,

To be afear'd to tell Gray-beards the truth:

Decius, go tell them, Caesar will not come=

 

   Deci. M= ost mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,

Lest I be laught at when I tell them so

 

   Caes The cause is in my Will, I will not come,

That is enough to satisfie the Senate.

But for your priuate satisfaction,

Because I loue you, I will let you know.

Calphurnia heere my wife, stayes me at home:

She dreampt to night, she saw my Statue,

Which like a Fountaine, with an hundred spouts

Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans<= /p>

Came smiling, & did bathe their hands in it:<= /span>

And these does she apply, for warnings and portents,

And euils imminent; and on her knee

Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to day

 

   Deci. T= his Dreame is all amisse interpreted,

It was a vision, faire and fortunate:

Your Statue spouting blood in many pipes,<= /p>

In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,

Signifies, that from you great Rome shall sucke

Reuiuing blood, and that great men shall presse

For Tinctures, Staines, Reliques, and Cognisance.

This by Calphurnia's Dreame is signified

 

   Caes An= d this way haue you well expounded it

 

   Deci. I= haue, when you haue heard what I can say:

And know it now, the Senate haue concluded=

To giue this day, a Crowne to mighty Caesar.

If you shall send them word you will not come,

Their mindes may change. Besides, it were a mocke=

Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,

Breake vp the Senate, till another time:

When Caesars wife shall meete with better Dreames.

If Caesar hide himselfe, shall they not whisper

Loe Caesar is affraid?

Pardon me Caesar, for my deere deere loue<= /p>

To your proceeding, bids me tell you this:=

And reason to my loue is liable

 

   Caes How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia?

I am ashamed I did yeeld to them.

Giue me my Robe, for I will go.

Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Caska, Trebonius, Cynna, a= nd

Publius.

 

And looke where Publius is come to fetch me

 

   Pub. Go= od morrow Caesar

 

   Caes We= lcome Publius.

What Brutus, are you stirr'd so earely too?

Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius,

Caesar was ne're so much your enemy,

As that same Ague which hath made you leane.

What is't a Clocke?

  Bru. Caesar, = 'tis strucken eight

 

   Caes I = thanke you for your paines and curtesie.

Enter Antony.

 

See, Antony that Reuels long a-nights

Is notwithstanding vp. Good morrow Antony

 

   Ant. So to most Noble Caesar

 

   Caes Bi= d them prepare within:

I am too blame to be thus waited for.

Now Cynna, now Metellus: what Trebonius,

I haue an houres talke in store for you:

Remember that you call on me to day:

Be neere me, that I may remember you

 

   Treb. C= aesar I will: and so neere will I be,

That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further

 

   Caes Go= od Friends go in, and taste some wine with me.

And we (like Friends) will straight way go together

 

   Bru. Th= at euery like is not the same, O Caesar,

The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon.=

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Artemidorus.

 

Caesar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Cassius; come not

neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, trust not Trebonius, mark= e

well Metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus loues thee not: Thou

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

these men, and it is bent against Caesar: If thou beest not<= o:p>

Immortall,

looke about you: Security giues way to Conspiracie.

The mighty Gods defend thee.

Thy Louer, Artemidorus.

Heere will I stand, till Caesar passe along,

And as a Sutor will I giue him this:

My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue<= /p>

Out of the teeth of Emulation.

If thou reade this, O Caesar, thou mayest liue;

If not, the Fates with Traitors do contriue.

Enter.

 

Enter Portia and Lucius.

 

  Por. I prythe= e Boy, run to the Senate-house,

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.<= /p>

Why doest thou stay?

  Luc. To know = my errand Madam

 

   Por. I = would haue had thee there and heere agen

Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there:=

O Constancie, be strong vpon my side,

Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue:=

I haue a mans minde, but a womans might:

How hard it is for women to keepe counsell.

Art thou heere yet?

  Luc. Madam, w= hat should I do?

Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else?

And so returne to you, and nothing else?

  Por. Yes, bri= ng me word Boy, if thy Lord look well,

For he went sickly forth: and take good note

What Caesar doth, what Sutors presse to him.

Hearke Boy, what noyse is that?

  Luc. I heare = none Madam

 

   Por. Pr= ythee listen well:

I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray,

And the winde brings it from the Capitoll<= /p>

 

   Luc. So= oth Madam, I heare nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

 

  Por. Come hit= her Fellow, which way hast thou bin?

  Sooth. At min= e owne house, good Lady

 

   Por. Wh= at is't a clocke?

  Sooth. About = the ninth houre Lady

 

   Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitoll?

  Sooth. Madam = not yet, I go to take my stand,

To see him passe on to the Capitoll

 

   Por. Th= ou hast some suite to Caesar, hast thou not?

  Sooth. That I= haue Lady, if it will please Caesar

To be so good to Caesar, as to heare me:

I shall beseech him to befriend himselfe

 

   Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended towards

him?

  Sooth. None t= hat I know will be,

Much that I feare may chance:

Good morrow to you: heere the street is narrow:

The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles,

Of Senators, of Praetors, common Sutors,

Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death:=

Ile get me to a place more voyd, and there=

Speake to great Caesar as he comes along.<= /p>

 

Exit

 

  Por. I must g= o in:

Aye me! How weake a thing

The heart of woman is? O Brutus,

The Heauens speede thee in thine enterprize.

Sure the Boy heard me: Brutus hath a suite=

That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint:

Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord,

Say I am merry; Come to me againe,

And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

 

Exeunt.

 

Actus Tertius.

 

Flourish

 

Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius,

Cynna,

Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Publius, and the Soothsayer.

 

  Caes The Ides= of March are come

 

   Sooth. I Caesar, but not gone

 

   Art. Ha= ile Caesar: Read this Scedule

 

   Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore-read

(At your best leysure) this his humble suite

 

   Art. O Caesar, reade mine first: for mine's a suite

That touches Caesar neerer. Read it great Caesar<= /span>

 

   Caes Wh= at touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd

 

   Art. De= lay not Caesar, read it instantly

 

   Caes Wh= at, is the fellow mad?

  Pub. Sirra, g= iue place

 

   Cassi. = What, vrge you your Petitions in the street?

Come to the Capitoll

 

   Popil. = I wish your enterprize to day may thriue

 

   Cassi. = What enterprize Popillius?

  Popil. Fare y= ou well

 

   Bru. Wh= at said Popillius Lena?

  Cassi. He wis= ht to day our enterprize might thriue:

I feare our purpose is discouered

 

   Bru. Lo= oke how he makes to Caesar: marke him

 

   Cassi. = Caska be sodaine, for we feare preuention.

Brutus what shall be done? If this be knowne,

Cassius or Caesar neuer shall turne backe,=

For I will slay my selfe

 

   Bru. Ca= ssius be constant:

Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes,

For looke he smiles, and Caesar doth not change

 

   Cassi. Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus

He drawes Mark Antony out of the way

 

   Deci. W= here is Metellus Cimber, let him go,

And presently preferre his suite to Caesar=

 

   Bru. He= is addrest: presse neere, and second him

 

   Cin. Ca= ska, you are the first that reares your hand

 

   Caes Ar= e we all ready? What is now amisse,

That Caesar and his Senate must redresse?<= /p>

  Metel. Most h= igh, most mighty, and most puisant Caesar

Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate

An humble heart

 

   Caes I = must preuent thee Cymber:

These couchings, and these lowly courtesies

Might fire the blood of ordinary men,

And turne pre-Ordinance, and first Decree<= /p>

Into the lane of Children. Be not fond,

To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood

That will be thaw'd from the true quality<= /p>

With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,

Low-crooked-curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:<= /span>

Thy Brother by decree is banished:

If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,<= /span>

I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:<= /p>

Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause

Will he be satisfied

 

   Metel. = Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne,

To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare,

For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?<= /p>

  Bru. I kisse = thy hand, but not in flattery Caesar:

Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may

Haue an immediate freedome of repeale

 

   Caes Wh= at Brutus?

  Cassi. Pardon Caesar: Caesar pardon:

As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall,=

To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber

 

   Caes I = could be well mou'd, if I were as you,

If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me:=

But I am constant as the Northerne Starre,=

Of whose true fixt, and resting quality,

There is no fellow in the Firmament.

The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes,

They are all Fire, and euery one doth shine:

But, there's but one in all doth hold his place.<= /span>

So, in the World; 'Tis furnish'd well with Men,

And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensiue;

Yet in the number, I do know but One

That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke,

Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he,

Let me a little shew it, euen in this:

That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd,

And constant do remaine to keepe him so

 

   Cinna. O Caesar

 

   Caes He= nce: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?

  Decius. Great Caesar

 

   Caes Do= th not Brutus bootlesse kneele?

  Cask. Speake = hands for me.

 

They stab Caesar.

 

  Caes Et Tu Br= ute? - Then fall Caesar.

 

Dyes

 

  Cin. Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead,

Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets

 

   Cassi. = Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out

Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchisement

 

   Bru. Pe= ople and Senators, be not affrighted:

Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid

 

   Cask. G= o to the Pulpit Brutus

 

   Dec. And Cassius too

 

   Bru. Wh= ere's Publius?

  Cin. Heere, q= uite confounded with this mutiny

 

   Met. St= and fast together, least some Friend of Caesars

Should chance-

  Bru. Talke no= t of standing. Publius good cheere,

There is no harme intended to your person,=

Nor to no Roman else: so tell them Publius=

 

   Cassi. = And leaue vs Publius, least that the people

Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischiefe<= /span>

 

   Bru. Do= so, and let no man abide this deede,

But we the Doers.

Enter Trebonius

 

   Cassi. = Where is Antony?

  Treb. Fled to= his House amaz'd:

Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,

As it were Doomesday

 

   Bru. Fa= tes, we will know your pleasures:

That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time

And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon=

 

   Cask. W= hy he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,

Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death

 

   Bru. Gr= ant that, and then is Death a Benefit:

So are we Caesars Friends, that haue abridg'd

His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,=

And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood

Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:

Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,

And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,=

Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty

 

   Cassi. = Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence

Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer,<= /p>

In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne?

  Bru. How many= times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along,

No worthier then the dust?

  Cassi. So oft= as that shall be,

So often shall the knot of vs be call'd,

The Men that gaue their Country liberty

 

   Dec. Wh= at, shall we forth?

  Cassi. I, euery man away.

Brutus shall leade, and we will grace his heeles<= /span>

With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Seruant.

 

  Bru. Soft, who comes heere? A friend of Antonies

 

   Ser. Th= us Brutus did my Master bid me kneele;

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe,

And being prostrate, thus he bad me say:

Brutus is Noble, Wise, Valiant, and Honest;

Caesar was Mighty, Bold, Royall, and Louing:

Say, I loue Brutus, and I honour him;

Say, I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him, and lou'd him.

If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony

May safely come to him, and be resolu'd

How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death,<= /p>

Mark Antony, shall not loue Caesar dead

So well as Brutus liuing; but will follow<= /p>

The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus,=

Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State,

With all true Faith. So sayes my Master Antony

 

   Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane,

I neuer thought him worse:

Tell him, so please him come vnto this place

He shall be satisfied: and by my Honor

Depart vntouch'd

 

   Ser. Ile fetch him presently.

 

Exit Seruant.

 

  Bru. I know t= hat we shall haue him well to Friend

 

   Cassi. = I wish we may: But yet haue I a minde

That feares him much: and my misgiuing still

Falles shrewdly to the purpose.

Enter Antony.

 

  Bru. But heere comes Antony:

Welcome Mark Antony

 

   Ant. O = mighty Caesar! Dost thou lye so lowe?

Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles,

Shrunke to this little Measure? Fare thee well.

I know not Gentlemen what you intend,

Who else must be let blood, who else is ranke:

If I my selfe, there is no houre so fit

As Caesars deaths houre; nor no Instrument=

Of halfe that worth, as those your Swords; made rich

With the most Noble blood of all this World.

I do beseech yee, if you beare me hard,

Now, whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake,

Fulfill your pleasure. Liue a thousand yeeres,

I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye.<= /p>

No place will please me so, no meane of death,

As heere by Caesar, and by you cut off,

The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age<= /p>

 

   Bru. O = Antony! Begge not= your death of vs:

Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell,

As by our hands, and this our present Acte=

You see we do: Yet see you but our hands,<= /p>

And this, the bleeding businesse they haue done:<= /span>

Our hearts you see not, they are pittifull:

And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome,

As fire driues out fire, so pitty, pitty

Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,

To you, our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony:

Our Armes in strength of malice, and our Hearts

Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in,

With all kinde loue, good thoughts, and reuerence=

 

   Cassi. = Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans,

In the disposing of new Dignities

 

   Bru. On= ely be patient, till we haue appeas'd

The Multitude, beside themselues with feare,

And then, we will deliuer you the cause,

Why I, that did loue Caesar when I strooke him,

Haue thus proceeded

 

   Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome:

Let each man render me his bloody hand.

First Marcus Brutus will I shake with you;=

Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand;

Now Decius Brutus yours; now yours Metellus;

Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours;<= /p>

Though last, not least in loue, yours good Trebonius.

Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say,

My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,

Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.

That I did loue thee Caesar, O 'tis true:<= /p>

If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,

Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,

To see thy Anto= ny making his peace,

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?

Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse,=

Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,

Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood,<= /span>

It would become me better, then to close

In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies.

Pardon me Iulius, heere was't thou bay'd braue Hart,

Heere did'st thou fall, and heere thy Hunters stand

Sign'd in thy Spoyle, and Crimson'd in thy Lethee.

O World! thou wast the Forrest to this Hart,

And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.

How like a Deere, stroken by many Princes,=

Dost thou heere lye?

  Cassi. Mark A= ntony

 

   Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius:

The Enemies of Caesar, shall say this:

Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modestie

 

   Cassi. I blame you not for praising Caesar so.

But what compact meane you to haue with vs?

Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,

Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

  Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed

Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Caesar.

Friends am I with you all, and loue you all,

Vpon this hope, that you shall giue me Reasons,

Why, and wherein, Caesar was dangerous

 

   Bru. Or= else were this a sauage Spectacle:

Our Reasons are so full of good regard,

That were you A= ntony, the Sonne of Caesar,

You should be satisfied

 

   Ant. That's all I seeke,

And am moreouer sutor, that I may

Produce his body to the Market-place,

And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend,

Speake in the Order of his Funerall

 

   Bru. You shall Marke Antony

 

   Cassi. Brutus, a word with you:

You know not what you do; Do not consent

That Antony speake in his Funerall:

Know you how much the people may be mou'd<= /p>

By that which he will vtter

 

   Bru. By= your pardon:

I will my selfe into the Pulpit first,

And shew the reason of our Caesars death.<= /p>

What Antony shall speake, I will protest

He speakes by leaue, and by permission:

And that we are contented Caesar shall

Haue all true Rites, and lawfull Ceremonies,

It shall aduantage more, then do vs wrong<= /p>

 

   Cassi. = I know not what may fall, I like it not

 

   Bru. Ma= rk Antony, heere take you Caesars body:

You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs,

But speake all good you can deuise of Caesar,

And say you doo't by our permission:

Else shall you not haue any hand at all

About his Funerall. And you shall speake

In the same Pulpit whereto I am going,

After my speech is ended

 

   Ant. Be it so:

I do desire no more

 

   Bru. Pr= epare the body then, and follow vs.

 

Exeunt.

 

Manet Antony.

 

O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth:=

That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.

Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man

That euer liued in the Tide of Times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.

Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,

(Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,=

To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)

A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;

Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife,=

Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:

Blood and destruction shall be so in vse,<= /p>

And dreadfull Obiects so familiar,

That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold

Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:<= /span>

All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds,

And Caesars Spirit ranging for Reuenge,

With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell,<= /p>

Shall in these Confines, with a Monarkes voyce,

Cry hauocke, and let slip the Dogges of Warre,

That this foule deede, shall smell aboue the earth

With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall.

Enter Octauio's Seruant.

 

You serue Octauius Caesar, do you not?

  Ser. I do Marke Antony

 

   Ant. Ca= esar did write for him to come to R= ome

 

   Ser. He= did receiue his Letters, and is comming,

And bid me say to you by word of mouth-

O Caesar!

  Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a-part and weepe:

Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,<= /p>

Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,

Began to water. Is thy Master comming?

  Ser. He lies = to night within seuen Leagues of Rome

 

   Ant. Po= st backe with speede,

And tell him what hath chanc'd:

Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

No Rome of safety for Octauius yet,

Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a-while,

Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course

Into the Market place: There shall I try

In my Oration, how the People take

The cruell issue of these bloody men,

According to the which, thou shalt discourse

To yong Octauius, of the state of things.<= /p>

Lend me your hand.

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit, and Cassius, with the=

Plebeians.

 

  Ple. We will = be satisfied: let vs be satisfied

 

   Bru. Th= en follow me, and giue me Audience friends.

Cassius go you into the other streete,

And part the Numbers:

Those that will heare me speake, let 'em stay heere;

Those that will follow Cassius, go with him,

And publike Reasons shall be rendred

Of Caesars death

 

   1.Ple. = I will heare Brutus speake

 

   2. I wi= ll heare Cassius, and compare their Reasons,

When seuerally we heare them rendred

 

   3. The = Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence

 

   Bru. Be patient till the last.

Romans, Countrey-men, and Louers, heare mee for my

cause, and be silent, that you may heare. Beleeue me for

mine Honor, and haue respect to mine Honor, that you

may beleeue. Censure me in your Wisedom, and awake

your Senses, that you may the better Iudge. If there bee

any in this Assembly, any deere Friend of Caesars, to him

I say, that Brutus loue to Caesar, was no lesse then his. If=

then, that Friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar,

this is my answer: Not that I lou'd Caesar lesse, but

that I lou'd Ro= me more. Had you rather Caesar were liuing,

and dye all Slaues; then that Caesar were dead, to

liue all Free-men? As Caesar lou'd mee, I weepe for him;

as he was Fortunate, I reioyce at it; as he was Valiant, I

honour him: But, as he was Ambitious, I slew him. There=

is Teares, for his Loue: Ioy, for his Fortune: Honor, for

his Valour: and Death, for his Ambition. Who is heere

so base, that would be a Bondman? If any, speak, for him

haue I offended. Who is heere so rude, that would not

be a Roman? If any, speak, for him haue I offended. Who=

is heere so vile, that will not loue his Countrey? If any,

speake, for him haue I offended. I pause for a Reply

 

   All. No= ne Brutus, none

 

   Brutus.= Then none haue I offended. I haue done no

more to Caesar, then you shall do to Brutus. The Question

of his death, is inroll'd in the Capitoll: his Glory not

extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforc'd= ,

for which he suffered death.

Enter Mark Antony, with Caesars body.

 

Heere comes his Body, mourn'd by Marke Antony, who

though he had no hand in his death, shall receiue the benefi= t

of his dying, a place in the Co[m]monwealth, as which

of you shall not. With this I depart, that as I slewe my

best Louer for the good of Rome, I haue the same Dagger

for my selfe, when it shall please my Country to need

my death

 

   All. Li= ue Brutus, liue, liue

 

   1. Brin= g him with Triumph home vnto his house

 

   2. Giue= him a Statue with his Ancestors

 

   3. Let = him be Caesar

 

   4. Caes= ars better parts,

Shall be Crown'd in Brutus

 

   1. Wee'l bring him to his House,

With Showts and Clamors

 

   Bru. My Country-men

 

   2. Peac= e, silence, Brutus speakes

 

   1. Peac= e ho

 

   Bru. Go= od Countrymen, let me depart alone,

And (for my sake) stay heere with Antony:

Do grace to Caesars Corpes, and grace his Speech<= /span>

Tending to Caesars Glories, which Marke Antony

(By our permission) is allow'd to make.

I do intreat you, not a man depart,

Saue I alone, till Antony haue spoke.

 

Exit

 

  1 Stay ho, an= d let vs heare Mark Antony

 

   3 Let h= im go vp into the publike Chaire,

Wee'l heare him: Noble Antony go vp

 

   Ant. For Brutus sake, I am beholding to you

 

   4 What = does he say of Brutus?

  3 He sayes, f= or Brutus sake

He findes himselfe beholding to vs all

 

   4 'Twer= e best he speake no harme of Brutus heere?

  1 This Caesar= was a Tyrant

 

   3 Nay t= hat's certaine:

We are blest that Rome is rid of him

 

   2 Peace= , let vs heare what Antony can say

 

   Ant. You gentle Romans

 

   All. Pe= ace hoe, let vs heare him

 

   An. Fri= ends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears:

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him:<= /p>

The euill that men do, liues after them,

The good is oft enterred 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 greeuous Fault,

And greeuously hath Caesar answer'd it.

Heere, vnder leaue of Brutus, and the rest=

(For Brutus is an Honourable man,

So are they all; all Honourable men)

Come I to speake in Caesars Funerall.

He was my Friend, faithfull, and iust to me;

But Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious,

And Brutus is an Honourable man.

He hath brought many Captiues home to = Rome,

Whose Ransomes, did the generall Coffers fill:

Did this in Caesar seeme Ambitious?

When that the poore haue cry'de, Caesar hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuffe,=

Yet Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious:

And Brutus is an Honourable man.

You all did see, that on the Lupercall,

I thrice presented him a Kingly Crowne,

Which he did thrice refuse. Was this Ambition?

Yet Brutus sayes, he was Ambitious:

And sure he is an Honourable man.

I speake not to disprooue what Brutus spoke,

But heere I am, to speake what I do know;<= /p>

You all did loue him once, not without cause,

What cause with-holds you then, to mourne for him?

O Iudgement! thou are fled to brutish Beasts,

And Men haue lost their Reason. Beare with me,

My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar,

And I must pawse, till it come backe to me=

 

   1 Me th= inkes there is much reason in his sayings

 

   2 If th= ou consider rightly of the matter,

Caesar ha's had great wrong

 

   3 Ha's = hee Masters? I feare there will a worse come in his place

 

   4. Mark= 'd ye his words? he would not take y Crown,

Therefore 'tis certaine, he was not Ambitious

 

   1. If i= t be found so, some will deere abide it

 

   2. Poore soule, his eyes are red as fire with weeping

 

   3. Ther= e's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony

 

   4. Now = marke him, he begins againe to speake

 

   Ant. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might

Haue stood against the World: Now lies he there,<= /span>

And none so poore to do him reuerence.

O Maisters! If I were dispos'd to stirre

Your hearts and mindes 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<= /p>

To wrong the dead, to wrong my selfe and you,

Then I will wrong such Honourable men.

But heere's a Parchment, with the Seale of Caesar,

I found it in his Closset, 'tis his Will:<= /p>

Let but the Commons heare this Testament:<= /p>

(Which pardon me) I do not meane to reade,=

And they would go and kisse dead Caesars wounds,<= /span>

And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood;=

Yea, begge a haire of him for Memory,

And dying, mention it within their Willes,=

Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie

Vnto their issue

 

   4 Wee'l= heare the Will, reade it Marke Antony

 

   All. The Will, the Will; we will heare Caesars Will

 

   Ant. Ha= ue patience gentle Friends, I must not read it.

It is not meete you know how Caesar lou'd 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 Heires,

For if you should, O what would come of it?

  4 Read the Wi= ll, wee'l heare it Antony:

You shall reade vs the Will, Caesars Will<= /p>

 

   Ant. Will you be Patient? Will you stay a-while?

I haue o're-shot my selfe to tell you of it,

I feare I wrong the Honourable men,

Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Caesar: I do feare it<= /span>

 

   4 They = were Traitors: Honourable men?

  All. The Will= , the Testament

 

   2 They = were Villaines, Murderers: the Will, read the

Will

 

   Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will:

Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Caesar,

And let me shew you him that made the Will:

Shall I descend? And will you giue me leaue?

  All. Come dow= ne

 

   2 Desce= nd

 

   3 You s= hall haue leaue

 

   4 A Rin= g, stand round

 

   1 Stand= from the Hearse, stand from the Body

 

   2 Roome= for Antony, most Noble Antony

 

   Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me, stand farre off

 

   All. St= and backe: roome, beare backe

 

   Ant. If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now.<= o:p>

You all do know this Mantle, I remember

The first time euer Caesar put it on,

'Twas on a Summers Euening in his Tent,

That day he ouercame the Neruij.

Looke, in this place ran Cassius Dagger through:<= /span>

See what a rent the enuious Caska made:

Through this, the wel-beloued Brutus stabb'd,

And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away:<= /p>

Marke how the blood of Caesar followed it,=

As rushing out of doores, to be resolu'd

If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd, or no:

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesars Angel.

Iudge, O you Gods, how deerely Caesar lou'd him:<= /span>

This was the most vnkindest cut of all.

For when the Noble Caesar saw him stab,

Ingratitude, more strong then Traitors armes,

Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his Mighty heart,

And in his Mantle, muffling vp his face,

Euen at the Base of Pompeyes 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 vs fell downe,=

Whil'st bloody Treason flourish'd ouer vs.=

O now you weepe, and I perceiue you feele<= /p>

The dint of pitty: These are gracious droppes.

Kinde Soules, what weepe you, when you but behold=

Our Caesars Vesture wounded? Looke you heere,

Heere is Himselfe, marr'd as you see with Traitors

 

   1. O pi= tteous spectacle!

  2. O Noble Ca= esar!

  3. O wofull d= ay!

  4. O Traitors, Villaines!

  1. O most blo= ody sight!

  2. We will be reueng'd: Reuenge

About, seeke, burne, fire, kill, slay,

Let not a Traitor liue

 

   Ant. St= ay Country-men

 

   1. Peace there, heare the Noble Antony

 

   2. Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with

him

 

   Ant. Go= od Friends, sweet Friends, let me not stirre you vp

To such a sodaine Flood of Mutiny:

They that haue done this Deede, are honourable.

What priuate greefes they haue, alas I know not,<= /span>

That made them do it: They are Wise, and Honourable,

And will no doubt with Reasons answer you.=

I come not (Friends) to steale away your hearts,<= /span>

I am no Orator, as Brutus is:

But (as you know me all) a plaine blunt man

That loue my Friend, and that they know full well,

That gaue me publike leaue to speake of him:

For I haue neyther writ nor words, nor worth,

Action, nor Vtterance, nor the power of Speech,

To stirre mens Blood. I onely speake right on:

I tell you that, which you your selues do know,

Shew you sweet Caesars wounds, poor poor dum mouths

And bid them speake for me: But were I Brutus,

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

Would ruffle vp your Spirits, and put a Tongue

In euery Wound of Caesar, that should moue=

The stones of R= ome, to rise and Mutiny

 

   All. We= e'l Mutiny

 

   1 Wee'l= burne the house of Brutus

 

   3 Away = then, come, seeke the Conspirators

 

   Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me speake

  All. Peace ho= e, heare Antony, most Noble Antony

 

   Ant. Why Friends, you go to do you know not what:

Wherein hath Caesar thus deseru'd your loues?

Alas you know not, I must tell you then:

You haue forgot the Will I told you of

 

   All. Mo= st true, the Will, let's stay and heare the Wil

 

   Ant. He= ere is the Will, and vnder Caesars Seale:

To euery Roman Citizen he giues,

To euery seuerall man, seuenty fiue Drachmaes

 

   2 Ple. = Most Noble Caesar, wee'l reuenge his death

 

   3 Ple. O Royall Caesar

 

   Ant. He= are me with patience

 

   All. Pe= ace hoe

  Ant. Moreouer= , he hath left you all his Walkes,

His priuate Arbors, and new-planted Orchards,

On this side Tyber, he hath left them you,=

And to your heyres for euer: common pleasures

To walke abroad, and recreate your selues.=

Heere was a Caesar: when comes such another?

  1.Ple. Neuer, neuer: come, away, away:

Wee'l burne his body in the holy place,

And with the Brands fire the Traitors houses.

Take vp the body

 

   2.Ple. = Go fetch fire

 

   3.Ple. = Plucke downe Benches

 

   4.Ple. = Plucke downe Formes, Windowes, any thing.

 

Exit Plebeians.

 

  Ant. Now let it worke: Mischeefe thou art a-foot,

Take thou what course thou wilt.

How now Fellow?

Enter Seruant.

 

  Ser. Sir, Oct= auius is already come to Rome

 

   Ant. Where is hee?

  Ser. He and L= epidus are at Caesars house

 

   Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him:

He comes vpon a wish. Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will giue vs any thing

 

   Ser. I = heard him say, Brutus and Cassius

Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome

 

   Ant. Be= like they had some notice of the people

How I had moued them. Bring me to Octauius.

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.

 

  Cinna. I drea= mt to night, that I did feast with Caesar,

And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie:

I haue no will to wander foorth of doores,=

Yet something leads me foorth

 

   1. What= is your name?

  2. Whether ar= e you going?

  3. Where do y= ou dwell?

  4. Are you a married man, or a Batchellor?

  2. Answer eue= ry man directly

 

   1. I, a= nd breefely

 

   4. I, a= nd wisely

 

   3. I, a= nd truly, you were best

 

   Cin. Wh= at is my name? Whether am I going? Where

do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a Batchellour? Then<= /o:p>

to answer euery man, directly and breefely, wisely and<= /o:p>

truly: wisely I say, I am a Batchellor

 

   2 That'= s as much as to say, they are fooles that marrie:

you'l beare me a bang for that I feare: proceede directly

 

   Cinna. Directly I am going to Caesars Funerall

 

   1. As a Friend, or an Enemy?

  Cinna. As a f= riend

 

   2. That matter is answered directly

 

   4. For = your dwelling: breefely

 

   Cinna. Breefely, I dwell by the Capitoll

 

   3. Your= name sir, truly

 

   Cinna. = Truly, my name is Cinna

 

   1. Tear= e him to peeces, hee's a Conspirator

 

   Cinna. = I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet

 

   4. Tear= e him for his bad verses, teare him for his bad

Verses

 

   Cin. I = am not Cinna the Conspirator

 

   4. It i= s no matter, his name's Cinna, plucke but his

name out of his heart, and turne him going=

 

   3. Tear= e him, tear him; Come Brands hoe, Firebrands:

to Brutus, to Cassius, burne all. Some to Decius House,=

and some to Caska's; some to Ligarius: Away, go.<= /span>

 

Exeunt. all the Plebeians.

 

 

Actus Quartus.

 

Enter Antony, Octauius, and Lepidus.

 

  Ant. These many then shall die, their names are prickt

  Octa. Your Br= other too must dye: consent you Lepidus?

  Lep. I do con= sent

 

   Octa. P= ricke him downe Antony

 

   Lep. Vp= on condition Publius shall not liue,

Who is your Sisters sonne, Marke Antony

 

   Ant. He shall not liue; looke, with a spot I dam hi= m.

But Lepidus, go you to Caesars house:

Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine

How to cut off some charge in Legacies

 

   Lep. Wh= at? shall I finde you heere?

  Octa. Or heer= e, or at the Capitoll.

 

Exit Lepidus

 

  Ant. This is a slight vnmeritable man,

Meet to be sent on Errands: is it fit

The three-fold World diuided, he should stand

One of the three to share it?

  Octa. So you thought him,

And tooke his voyce who should be prickt to dye

In our blacke Sentence and Proscription

 

   Ant. Octauius, I haue seene more dayes then you,

And though we lay these Honours on this man,

To ease our selues of diuers sland'rous loads,

He shall but beare them, as the Asse beares Gold,=

To groane and swet vnder the Businesse,

Either led or driuen, as we point the way:=

And hauing brought our Treasure, where we will,

Then take we downe his Load, and turne him off

(Like to the empty Asse) to shake his eares,

And graze in Commons

 

   Octa. Y= ou may do your will:

But hee's a tried, and valiant Souldier

 

   Ant. So is my Horse Octauius, and for that

I do appoint him store of Prouender.

It is a Creature that I teach to fight,

To winde, to stop, to run directly on:

His corporall Motion, gouern'd by my Spirit,

And in some taste, is Lepidus but so:

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:=

A barren spirited Fellow; one that feeds

On Obiects, Arts, and Imitations.

Which out of vse, and stal'de by other men=

Begin his fashion. Do not talke of him,

But as a property: and now Octauius,

Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius

Are leuying Powers; We must straight make head:

Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,

Our best Friends made, our meanes stretcht,

And let vs presently go sit in Councell,

How couert matters may be best disclos'd,<= /p>

And open Perils surest answered

 

   Octa. L= et vs do so: for we are at the stake,

And bayed about with many Enemies,

And some that smile haue in their hearts I feare<= /span>

Millions of Mischeefes.

 

Exeunt.

 

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucillius, and the Army. Titinius and

Pindarus meete

them.

 

  Bru. Stand ho=

 

   Lucil. = Giue the word ho, and Stand

 

   Bru. Wh= at now Lucillius, is Cassius neere?

  Lucil. He is = at hand, and Pindarus is come

To do you salutation from his Master

 

   Bru. He greets me well. Your Master Pindarus

In his owne change, or by ill Officers,

Hath giuen me some worthy cause to wish

Things done, vndone: But if he be at hand<= /p>

I shall be satisfied

 

   Pin. I = do not doubt

But that my Noble Master will appeare

Such as he is, full of regard, and Honour<= /p>

 

   Bru. He= is not doubted. A word Lucillius

How he receiu'd you: let me be resolu'd

 

   Lucil. = With courtesie, and with respect enough,

But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly Conference=

As he hath vs'd of old

 

   Bru. Th= ou hast describ'd

A hot Friend, cooling: Euer note Lucillius,

When Loue begins to sicken and decay

It vseth an enforced Ceremony.

There are no trickes, in plaine and simple Faith:=

But hollow men, like Horses hot at hand,

Make gallant shew, and promise of their Mettle:

 

Low March within.

 

But when they should endure the bloody Spurre,

They fall their Crests, and like deceitfull Iades=

Sinke in the Triall. Comes his Army on?

  Lucil. They m= eane this night in Sardis to be quarter'd:

The greater part, the Horse in generall

Are come with Cassius.

Enter Cassius and his Powers.

 

  Bru. Hearke, = he is arriu'd:

March gently on to meete him

 

   Cassi. = Stand ho

 

   Bru. St= and ho, speake the word along.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand

 

   Cassi. = Most Noble Brother, you haue done me wrong

 

   Bru. Iu= dge me you Gods; wrong I mine Enemies?

And if not so, how should I wrong a Brother

 

   Cassi. Brutus, this sober forme of yours, hides wrongs,

And when you do them-

  Brut. Cassius= , be content,

Speake your greefes softly, I do know you well.

Before the eyes of both our Armies heere

(Which should perceiue nothing but Loue from vs)<= /span>

Let vs not wrangle. Bid them moue away:

Then in my Tent Cassius enlarge your Greefes,

And I will giue you Audience

 

   Cassi. Pindarus,

Bid our Commanders leade their Charges off=

A little from this ground

 

   Bru. Lucillius, do you the like, and let no man

Come to our Tent, till we haue done our Conference.

Let Lucius and Titinius guard our doore.

 

Exeunt.

 

Manet Brutus and Cassius.

 

  Cassi. That y= ou haue wrong'd me, doth appear in this:

You haue condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella=

For taking Bribes heere of the Sardians;

Wherein my Letters, praying on his side,

Because I knew the man was slighted off

 

   Bru. You wrong'd your selfe to write in such a case

 

   Cassi. = In such a time as this, it is not meet

That euery nice offence should beare his Comment<= /span>

 

   Bru. Le= t me tell you Cassius, you your selfe

Are much condemn'd to haue an itching Palme,

To sell, and Mart your Offices for Gold

To Vndeseruers

 

   Cassi. = I, an itching Palme?

You know that you are Brutus that speakes this,

Or by the Gods, this speech were else your last

 

   Bru. Th= e name of Cassius Honors this corruption,

And Chasticement doth therefore hide his head

 

   Cassi. Chasticement?

  Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March reme[m]ber:

Did not great Iulius bleede for Iustice sake?

What Villaine touch'd his body, that did stab,

And not for Iustice? What? Shall one of Vs,

That strucke the Formost man of all this World,

But for supporting Robbers: shall we now,<= /p>

Contaminate our fingers, with base Bribes?=

And sell the mighty space of our large Honors

For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?=

I had rather be a Dogge, and bay the Moone,

Then such a Roman

 

   Cassi. Brutus, baite not me,

Ile not indure it: you forget your selfe

To hedge me in. I am a Souldier, I,

Older in practice, Abler then your selfe

To make Conditions

 

   Bru. Go= too: you are not Cassius

 

   Cassi. = I am

 

   Bru. I = say, you are not

 

   Cassi. = Vrge me no more, I shall forget my selfe:

Haue minde vpon your health: Tempt me no farther<= /span>

 

   Bru. Aw= ay slight man

 

   Cassi. = Is't possible?

  Bru. Heare me= , for I will speake.

Must I giue way, and roome to your rash Choller?<= /span>

Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?=

  Cassi. O ye G= ods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this?

  Bru. All this= ? I more: Fret till your proud hart break.

Go shew your Slaues how Chollericke you are,

And make your Bondmen tremble. Must I bouge?

Must I obserue you? Must I stand and crouch

Vnder your Testie Humour? By the Gods,

You shall digest the Venom of your Spleene=

Though it do Split you. For, from this day forth,=

Ile vse you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter

When you are Waspish

 

   Cassi. = Is it come to this?

  Bru. You say,= you are a better Souldier:

Let it appeare so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine owne part,<= /span>

I shall be glad to learne of Noble men

 

   Cass. Y= ou wrong me euery way:

You wrong me Brutus:

I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.<= /p>

Did I say Better?

  Bru. If you d= id, I care not

 

   Cass. W= hen Caesar liu'd, he durst not thus haue mou'd me

 

   Brut. P= eace, peace, you durst not so haue tempted him

 

   Cassi. I durst not

 

   Bru. No=

 

   Cassi. = What? durst not tempt him?

  Bru. For your= life you durst not

 

   Cassi. = Do not presume too much vpon my Loue,

I may do that I shall be sorry for

 

   Bru. Yo= u haue done that you should be sorry for.

There is no terror Cassius in your threats:

For I am Arm'd so strong in Honesty,

That they passe by me, as the idle winde,<= /p>

Which I respect not. I did send to you

For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,=

For I can raise no money by vile meanes:

By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,

And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring

From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash=

By any indirection. I did send

To you for Gold to pay my Legions,

Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?<= /span>

Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,

To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,<= /span>

Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,=

Dash him to peeces

 

   Cassi. I deny'd you not

 

   Bru. Yo= u did

 

   Cassi. = I did not. He was but a Foole

That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd my hart:=

A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities;

But Brutus makes mine greater then they are

 

   Bru. I = do not, till you practice them on me

 

   Cassi. = You loue me not

 

   Bru. I = do not like your faults

 

   Cassi. A friendly eye could neuer see such faults

 

   Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare

As huge as high Olympus

 

   Cassi. = Come Antony, and yong Octauius come,

Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius,

For Cassius is a-weary of the World:

Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,

Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obseru'd,<= /span>

Set in a Note-booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate<= /span>

To cast into my Teeth. O I could weepe

My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger,

And heere my naked Breast: Within, a Heart=

Deerer then Pluto's Mine, Richer then Gold:

If that thou bee'st a Roman, take it foorth.

I that deny'd thee Gold, will giue my Heart:

Strike as thou did'st at Caesar: For I know,

When thou did'st hate him worst, y loued'st him better<= /o:p>

Then euer thou loued'st Cassius

 

   Bru. Sh= eath your Dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall haue scope:

Do what you will, Dishonor, shall be Humour.

O Cassius, you are yoaked with a Lambe

That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire,

Who much inforced, shewes a hastie Sparke,=

And straite is cold agen

 

   Cassi. = Hath Cassius liu'd

To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus,

When greefe and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him?

  Bru. When I s= poke that, I was ill temper'd too

 

   Cassi. = Do you confesse so much? Giue me your hand

 

   Bru. An= d my heart too

 

   Cassi. = O Brutus!

  Bru. What's t= he matter?

  Cassi. Haue n= ot you loue enough to beare with me,

When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me

Makes me forgetfull

 

   Bru. Yes Cassius, and from henceforth

When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus,

Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leaue you so.

Enter a Poet.

 

  Poet. Let me = go in to see the Generals,

There is some grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete=

They be alone

 

   Lucil. = You shall not come to them

 

   Poet. N= othing but death shall stay me

 

   Cas. Ho= w now? What's the matter?

  Poet. For sha= me you Generals; what do you meane?

Loue, and be Friends, as two such men should bee,=

For I haue seene more yeeres I'me sure then yee

 

   Cas. Ha= , ha, how vildely doth this Cynicke rime?

  Bru. Get you = hence sirra: Sawcy Fellow, hence

 

   Cas. Be= are with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion

 

   Brut. I= le know his humor, when he knowes his time:

What should the Warres do with these Iigging Fooles?

Companion, hence

 

   Cas. Aw= ay, away be gone.

 

Exit Poet

 

  Bru. Lucilliu= s and Titinius bid the Commanders

Prepare to lodge their Companies to night<= /p>

 

   Cas. An= d come your selues, & bring Messala with you

Immediately to vs

 

   Bru. Lu= cius, a bowle of Wine

 

   Cas. I = did not thinke you could haue bin so angry

 

   Bru. O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes

 

   Cas. Of= your Philosophy you make no vse,

If you giue place to accidentall euils

 

   Bru. No= man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead

 

   Cas. Ha? Portia?

  Bru. She is d= ead

 

   Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?

O insupportable, and touching losse!

Vpon what sicknesse?

  Bru. Impatien= t of my absence,

And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony

Haue made themselues so strong: For with her death

That tydings came. With this she fell distract,

And (her Attendants absent) swallow'd fire=

 

   Cas. An= d dy'd so?

  Bru. Euen so<= o:p>

 

   Cas. O = ye immortall Gods!

Enter Boy with Wine, and Tapers.

 

  Bru. Speak no= more of her: Giue me a bowl of wine,

In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius.

 

Drinkes

 

  Cas. My heart= is thirsty for that Noble pledge.

Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore-swell the Cup:

I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue.

Enter Titinius and Messala.

 

  Brutus. Come = in Titinius:

Welcome good Messala:

Now sit we close about this Taper heere,

And call in question our necessities

 

   Cass. P= ortia, art thou gone?

  Bru. No more = I pray you.

Messala, I haue heere receiued Letters,

That yong Octauius, and Marke Antony

Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power,

Bending their Expedition toward Philippi

 

   Mess. My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure

 

   Bru. Wi= th what Addition

 

   Mess. T= hat by proscription, and billes of Outlarie,

Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Haue put to death, an hundred Senators

 

   Bru. Th= erein our Letters do not well agree:

Mine speake of seuenty Senators, that dy'de

By their proscriptions, Cicero being one

 

   Cassi. = Cicero one?

  Messa. Cicero= is dead, and by that order of proscription

Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord?

  Bru. No Messa= la

 

   Messa. = Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?

  Bru. Nothing Messala

 

   Messa. = That me thinkes is strange

 

   Bru. Wh= y aske you?

Heare you ought of her, in yours?

  Messa. No my = Lord

 

   Bru. No= w as you are a Roman tell me true

 

   Messa. = Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell,

For certaine she is dead, and by strange manner

 

   Bru. Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala:

With meditating that she must dye once,

I haue the patience to endure it now

 

   Messa. = Euen so great men, great losses shold indure

 

   Cassi. = I haue as much of this in Art as you,

But yet my Nature could not beare it so

 

   Bru. We= ll, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke

Of marching to Philippi presently

 

   Cassi. = I do not thinke it good

 

   Bru. Yo= ur reason?

  Cassi. This i= t is:

'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs,

So shall he waste his meanes, weary his Souldiers,

Doing himselfe offence, whil'st we lying still,

Are full of rest, defence, and nimblenesse=

 

   Bru. Go= od reasons must of force giue place to better:

The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground

Do stand but in a forc'd affection:

For they haue grug'd vs Contribution.

The Enemy, marching along by them,

By them shall make a fuller number vp,

Come on refresht, new added, and encourag'd:

From which aduantage shall we cut him off.=

If at Philippi we do face him there,

These people at our backe

 

   Cassi. = Heare me good Brother

 

   Bru. Vn= der your pardon. You must note beside,

That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends:

Our Legions are brim full, our cause is ripe,

The Enemy encreaseth euery day,

We at the height, are readie to decline.

There is a Tide in the affayres of men,

Which taken at the Flood, leades on to Fortune:

Omitted, all the voyage of their life,

Is bound in Shallowes, and in Miseries.

On such a full Sea are we now a-float,

And we must take the current when it serues,

Or loose our Ventures

 

   Cassi. = Then with your will go on: wee'l along

Our selues, and meet them at Philippi

 

   Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke,

And Nature must obey Necessitie,

Which we will niggard with a little rest:<= /p>

There is no more to say

 

   Cassi. = No more, good night,

Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

Enter Lucius.

 

  Bru. Lucius m= y Gowne: farewell good Messala,

Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius,=

Good night, and good repose

 

   Cassi. = O my deere Brother:

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules:

Let it not Brutus.

Enter Lucius with the Gowne.

 

  Bru. Euery th= ing is well

 

   Cassi. = Good night my Lord

 

   Bru. Go= od night good Brother

 

   Tit. Me= ssa. Good night Lord Brutus

 

   Bru. Fa= rwell euery one.

 

Exeunt.

 

Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

  Luc. Heere in= the Tent

 

   Bru. Wh= at, thou speak'st drowsily?

Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.

Call Claudio, and some other of my men,

Ile haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent

 

   Luc. Va= rrus, and Claudio.

Enter Varrus and Claudio.

 

  Var. Cals my = Lord?

  Bru. I pray y= ou sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe,

It may be I shall raise you by and by

On businesse to my Brother Cassius

 

   Var. So please you, we will stand,

And watch your pleasure

 

   Bru. I = will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs,

It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me.

Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I sought for so:<= /span>

I put it in the pocket of my Gowne

 

   Luc. I = was sure your Lordship did not giue it me

 

   Bru. Be= are with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.

Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while,

And touch thy Instrument a straine or two<= /p>

 

   Luc. I = my Lord, an't please you

 

   Bru. It= does my Boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing

 

   Luc. It= is my duty Sir

 

   Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might,

I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest

 

   Luc. I = haue slept my Lord already

 

   Bru. It= was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe:

I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,

I will be good to thee.

 

Musicke, and a Song.

 

This is a sleepy Tune: O Murd'rous slumber!

Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,

That playes thee Musicke? Gentle knaue good night:

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:

If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrument,<= /span>

Ile take it from thee, and (good Boy) good night.=

Let me see, let me see; is not the Leafe turn'd downe

Where I left reading? Heere it is I thinke.

Enter the Ghost of Caesar.

 

How ill this Taper burnes. Ha! Who comes heere?

I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes=

That shapes this monstrous Apparition.

It comes vpon me: Art thou any thing?

Art thou some God, some Angell, or some Diuell,

That mak'st my blood cold, and my haire to stare?=

Speake to me, what thou art

 

   Ghost. = Thy euill Spirit Brutus?

  Bru. Why com'= st thou?

  Ghost. To tel= l thee thou shalt see me at Philippi

 

   Brut. W= ell: then I shall see thee againe?

  Ghost. I, at Philippi

 

   Brut. W= hy I will see thee at Philippi then:

Now I haue taken heart, thou vanishest.

Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee.

Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake:=

Claudio

 

   Luc. The strings my Lord, are false

 

   Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument.

Lucius, awake

 

   Luc. My= Lord

 

   Bru. Di= d'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst

out?

  Luc. My Lord,= I do not know that I did cry

 

   Bru. Ye= s that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?

  Luc. Nothing = my Lord

 

   Bru. Sl= eepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,

Thou: Awake

 

   Var. My= Lord

 

   Clau. M= y Lord

 

   Bru. Wh= y did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?

  Both. Did we = my Lord?

  Bru. I: saw y= ou any thing?

  Var. No my Lo= rd, I saw nothing

 

   Clau. N= or I my Lord

 

   Bru. Go= , and commend me to my Brother Cassius:

Bid him set on his Powres betimes before,<= /p>

And we will follow

 

   Both. It shall be done my Lord.

 

Exeunt.

 

Actus Quintus.

 

Enter Octauius, Antony, and their Army.

 

  Octa. Now Ant= ony, our hopes are answered,

You said the Enemy would not come downe,

But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions:

It proues not so: their battailes are at hand,

They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere:<= /p>

Answering before we do demand of them

 

   Ant. Tu= t I am in their bosomes, and I know

Wherefore they do it: They could be content

To visit other places, and come downe

With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face

To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage;=

But 'tis not so.

Enter a Messenger.

 

  Mes. Prepare = you Generals,

The Enemy comes on in gallant shew:

Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out,=

And something to be done immediately

 

   Ant. Octauius, leade your Battaile softly on

Vpon the left hand of the euen Field

 

   Octa. V= pon the right hand I, keepe thou the left

 

   Ant. Wh= y do you crosse me in this exigent

 

   Octa. I= do not crosse you: but I will do so.

 

March.

 

Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, & their Army.

 

  Bru. They sta= nd, and would haue parley

 

   Cassi. = Stand fast Titinius, we must out and talke

 

   Octa. M= ark Antony, shall we giue signe of Battaile?

  Ant. No Caesa= r, we will answer on their Charge.

Make forth, the Generals would haue some words

 

   Oct. St= irre not vntill the Signall

 

   Bru. Wo= rds before blowes: is it so Countrymen?

  Octa. Not tha= t we loue words better, as you do

 

   Bru. Go= od words are better then bad strokes Octauius

 

   An. In = your bad strokes Brutus, you giue good words

Witnesse the hole you made in Caesars heart,

Crying long liue, Haile Caesar

 

   Cassi. Antony,

The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne;

But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees,

And leaue them Hony-lesse

 

   Ant. Not stinglesse too

 

   Bru. O = yes, and soundlesse too:

For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony,<= /p>

And very wisely threat before you sting

 

   Ant. Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers

Hackt one another in the sides of Caesar:<= /p>

You shew'd your teethes like Apes,

And fawn'd like Hounds,

And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Caesars feete;

Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde

Strooke Caesar on the necke. O you Flatterers

 

   Cassi. Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe,

This tongue had not offended so to day.

If Cassius might haue rul'd

 

   Octa. C= ome, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet,

The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:

Looke, I draw a Sword against Conspirators,

When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?

Neuer till Caesars three and thirtie wounds

Be well aueng'd; or till another Caesar

Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors

 

   Brut. C= aesar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands.

Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee

 

   Octa. S= o I hope:

I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword

 

   Bru. O = if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,

Yong-man, thou could'st not dye more honourable

 

   Cassi. A peeuish School-boy, worthles of such Honor

Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller

 

   Ant. Old Cassius still

 

   Octa. C= ome Antony: away:

Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.=

If you dare fight to day, come to the Field;

If not, when you haue stomackes.

 

Exit Octauius, Antony, and Army

 

  Cassi. Why no= w blow winde, swell Billow,

And swimme Barke:

The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard=

 

   Bru. Ho Lucillius, hearke, a word with you.

 

Lucillius and Messala stand forth.

 

  Luc. My Lord<= o:p>

 

   Cassi. Messala

 

   Messa. = What sayes my Generall?

  Cassi. Messal= a, this is my Birth-day: at this very day

Was Cassius borne. Giue me thy hand Messala:

Be thou my witnesse, that against my will<= /p>

(As Pompey was) am I compell'd to set

Vpon one Battell all our Liberties.

You know, that I held Epicurus strong,

And his Opinion: Now I change my minde,

And partly credit things that do presage.<= /p>

Comming from Sardis, on our former Ensigne=

Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch'd,<= /span>

Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands,

Who to Philippi heere consorted vs:

This Morning are they fled away, and gone,=

And in their steeds, do Rauens, Crowes, and Kites=

Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs

As we were sickely prey; their shadowes seeme

A Canopy most fatall, vnder which

Our Army lies, ready to giue vp the Ghost<= /p>

 

   Messa. Beleeue not so

 

   Cassi. = I but beleeue it partly,

For I am fresh of spirit, and resolu'd

To meete all perils, very constantly

 

   Bru. Eu= en so Lucillius

 

   Cassi. = Now most Noble Brutus,

The Gods to day stand friendly, that we may

Louers in peace, leade on our dayes to age.

But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine,

Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

If we do lose this Battaile, then is this<= /p>

The very last time we shall speake together:

What are you then determined to do?

  Bru. Euen by = the rule of that Philosophy,

By which I did blame Cato, for the death

Which he did giue himselfe, I know not how:

But I do finde it Cowardly, and vile,

For feare of what might fall, so to preuent

The time of life, arming my selfe with patience,<= /span>

To stay the prouidence of some high Powers,

That gouerne vs below

 

   Cassi. = Then, if we loose this Battaile,

You are contented to be led in Triumph

Thorow the streets of Rome

 

   Bru. No Cassius, no:

Thinke not thou Noble Romane,

That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome,

He beares too great a minde. But this same day

Must end that worke, the Ides of March begun.

And whether we shall meete againe, I know not:

Therefore our euerlasting farewell take:

For euer, and for euer, farewell Cassius,<= /p>

If we do meete againe, why we shall smile;=

If not, why then this parting was well made

 

   Cassi. = For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus:

If we do meete againe, wee'l smile indeede;

If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made

 

   Bru. Wh= y then leade on. O that a man might know

The end of this dayes businesse, ere it come:

But it sufficeth, that the day will end,

And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away.=

 

Exeunt.

 

Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.

 

  Bru. Ride, ri= de Messala, ride and giue these Billes

Vnto the Legions, on the other side.

 

Lowd Alarum.

 

Let them set on at once: for I perceiue

But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing:

And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow:=

Ride, ride Messala, let them all come downe.

 

Exeunt.

 

Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.

 

  Cassi. O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye:

My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy:

This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe,

I slew the Coward, and did take it from him

 

   Titin. O Cassius, Brutus gaue the word too early,

Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius,

Tooke it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to spoyle,

Whilst we by Antony are all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

 

  Pind. Fly fur= ther off my Lord: flye further off,

Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord:

Flye therefore Noble Cassius, flye farre off

 

   Cassi. = This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius

Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire?

  Tit. They are= , my Lord

 

   Cassi. Titinius, if thou louest me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurres in him,=

Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes

And heere againe, that I may rest assur'd<= /p>

Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy<= /p>

 

   Tit. I = will be heere againe, euen with a thought.

Enter.

 

  Cassi. Go Pin= darus, get higher on that hill,

My sight was euer thicke: regard Titinius,=

And tell me what thou not'st about the Field.

This day I breathed first, Time is come round,

And where I did begin, there shall I end,<= /p>

My life is run his compasse. Sirra, what newes?

  Pind. Aboue. = O my Lord

 

   Cassi. = What newes?

  Pind. Titiniu= s is enclosed round about

With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre,

Yet he spurres on. Now they are almost on him:

Now Titinius. Now some light: O he lights too.

Hee's tane.

 

Showt.

 

And hearke, they shout for ioy

 

   Cassi. = Come downe, behold no more:

O Coward that I am, to liue so long,

To see my best Friend tane before my face<= /p>

Enter Pindarus.

 

Come hither sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner,

And then I swore thee, sauing of thy life,=

That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do,

Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keepe thine oath,<= /o:p>

Now be a Free-man, and with this good Sword

That ran through Caesars bowels, search this bosome.

Stand not to answer: Heere, take thou the Hilts,<= /span>

And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now,<= /p>

Guide thou the Sword- Caesar, thou art reueng'd,<= /span>

Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee

 

   Pin. So= , I am free,

Yet would not so haue beene

Durst I haue done my will. O Cassius,

Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run,

Where neuer Roman shall take note of him.<= /p>

Enter Titinius and Messala.

 

  Messa. It is = but change, Titinius: for Octauius

Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power,

As Cassius Legions are by Antony

 

   Titin. = These tydings will well comfort Cassius

 

   Messa. = Where did you leaue him

 

   Titin. = All disconsolate,

With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill

 

   Messa. = Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?

  Titin. He lie= s not like the Liuing. O my heart!

  Messa. Is not= that hee?

  Titin. No, th= is was he Messala,

But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne:

As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night;

So in his red blood Cassius day is set.

The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,=

Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:

Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed

 

   Messa. Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed.

O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe:

Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men

The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd,=

Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth,

But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee<= /p>

 

   Tit. Wh= at Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?

  Messa. Seeke = him Titinius, whilst I go to meet

The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report

Into his eares; I may say thrusting it:

For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,<= /p>

Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,

As tydings of this sight

 

   Tit. Hy= e you Messala,

And I will seeke for Pindarus the while:

Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius?

Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they

Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie,<= /p>

And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their showts?=

Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing.<= /p>

But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,

Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I

Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,

And see how I regarded Caius Cassius:

By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,=

Come Cassius Sword, and finde Titinius hart.

 

Dies

 

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, yong Cato, Strato, Volumnius,= and

Lucillius.

 

  Bru. Where, w= here Messala, doth his body lye?

  Messa. Loe yo= nder, and Titinius mourning it

 

   Bru. Ti= tinius face is vpward

 

   Cato. H= e is slaine

 

   Bru. O = Iulius Caesar, thou art mighty yet,

Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords

In our owne proper Entrailes. Low Alarums<= /p>

 

   Cato. B= raue Titinius,

Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius

 

   Bru. Ar= e yet two Romans liuing such as these?

The last of all the Romans, far thee well:=

It is impossible, that euer Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends I owe mo teares<= /span>

To this dead man, then you shall see me pay.

I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde time.<= /span>

Come therefore, and to Tharsus send his body,

His Funerals shall not be in our Campe,

Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come,

And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,

Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on:

'Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night,

We shall try Fortune in a second fight.

 

Exeunt.

 

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucillius, and Flauius.=

 

  Bru. Yet Country-men: O yet, hold vp your heads

 

   Cato. W= hat Bastard doth not? Who will go with me?

I will proclaime my name about the Field.<= /p>

I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.

A Foe to Tyrants, and my Countries Friend.=

I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.

Enter Souldiers, and fight.

 

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I,

Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus

 

   Luc. O = yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe?

Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius,

And may'st be honour'd, being Cato's Sonne=

 

   Sold. Y= eeld, or thou dyest

 

   Luc. On= ely I yeeld to dye:

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death<= /p>

 

   Sold. W= e must not: a Noble Prisoner.

Enter Antony.

 

  2.Sold. Roome= hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane

 

   1.Sold.= Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall,

Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord

 

   Ant. Wh= ere is hee?

  Luc. Safe Ant= ony, Brutus is safe enough:

I dare assure thee, that no Enemy

Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus:

The Gods defend him from so great a shame,=

When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead,<= /p>

He will be found like Brutus, like himselfe

 

   Ant. Th= is is not Brutus friend, but I assure you,

A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this man safe,

Giue him all kindnesse. I had rather haue<= /p>

Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,<= /p>

And see where Brutus be aliue or dead,

And bring vs word, vnto Octauius Tent:

How euery thing is chanc'd.

 

Exeunt.

 

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.=

 

  Brut. Come po= ore remaines of friends, rest on this

Rocke

 

   Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light, but my Lord

He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine

 

   Brut. S= it thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,

It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus

 

   Clit. W= hat I, my Lord? No, not for all the World

 

   Brut. Peace then, no words

 

   Clit. I= le rather kill my selfe

 

   Brut. H= earke thee, Dardanius

 

   Dard. S= hall I doe such a deed?

  Clit. O Darda= nius

 

   Dard. O Clitus

 

   Clit. W= hat ill request did Brutus make to thee?

  Dard. To kill= him, Clitus: looke he meditates

 

   Clit. N= ow is that Noble Vessell full of griefe,

That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes

 

   Brut. C= ome hither, good Volumnius, list a word

 

   Volum. = What sayes my Lord?

  Brut. Why thi= s, Volumnius:

The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me

Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;

And this last Night, here in Philippi= fields:

I know my houre is come

 

   Volum. = Not so, my Lord

 

   Brut. N= ay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.

Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,

Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:

 

Low Alarums.

 

It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,=

Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,

Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:

Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee

Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it

 

   Vol. Th= at's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.

 

Alarum still.

 

  Cly. Fly, fly= e my Lord, there is no tarrying heere

 

   Bru. Fa= rewell to you, and you, and Volumnius.

Strato, thou hast bin all this while asleepe:

Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen:

My heart doth ioy, that yet in all my life,

I found no man, but he was true to me.

I shall haue glory by this loosing day

More then Octauius, and Marke Antony,

By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto.<= /p>

So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue

Hath almost ended his liues History:

Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,<= /span>

That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.

 

Alarum. Cry within, Flye, flye, flye.

 

  Cly. Fly my L= ord, flye

 

   Bru. He= nce: I will follow:

I prythee Strato, stay thou by thy Lord,

Thou art a Fellow of a good respect:

Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it,

Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face,

While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato?<= /p>

  Stra. Giue me= your hand first. Fare you wel my Lord

 

   Bru. Fa= rewell good Strato. - Caesar, now be still,

I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will.

Dyes.

 

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octauius, Messala, Lucillius,= and

the

Army.

 

  Octa. What ma= n is that?

  Messa. My Mas= ters man. Strato, where is thy Master?

  Stra. Free fr= om the Bondage you are in Messala,

The Conquerors can but make a fire of him:=

For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe,

And no man else hath Honor by his death

 

   Lucil. = So Brutus should be found. I thank thee Brutus

That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true,

  Octa. All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertaine them.

Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?=

  Stra. I, if M= essala will preferre me to you

 

   Octa. D= o so, good Messala

 

   Messa. = How dyed my Master Strato?

  Stra. I held = the Sword, and he did run on it

 

   Messa. Octauius, then take him to follow thee,

That did the latest seruice to my Master

 

   Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all:

All the Conspirators saue onely hee,

Did that they did, in enuy of great Caesar:

He, onely in a generall honest thought,

And common good to all, made one of them.<= /p>

His life was gentle, and the Elements

So mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp,

And say to all the world; This was a man

 

   Octa. According to his Vertue, let vs vse him

Withall Respect, and Rites of Buriall.

Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly,

Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably:

So call the Field to rest, and let's away,=

To part the glories of this happy day.

 

Exeunt. omnes.

 

 

FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF IVLIVS CaeSAR.

 

 

These are sentences after finding the word (that).

 

 

1        =   Bru. Why then leade on. O that a man might know The end of th

2      Messala: B= e thou my witnesse, that against my will (As Pompey was

3      ues warie walking: Crowne him that, And then I gra= unt we put a St

4       fear= ing death     Bru. = Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit:

5      im. If Bru= tus will vouchsafe, that Antony May safely come to him,

6      t what you= do; Do not consent That Antony speake in his Funerall:

7      ted, I sho= uld know no Secrets That appertaine to you? Am I your S

8      aes Let me= haue men about me, that are fat, Sleeke-headed men, an

9      uses are F= or some new Honors, that are heap'd on Caesar     Cass= i

10     pt thoughts of m= en The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu

11     hall not. With t= his I depart, that as I slewe my best Louer for t

12     graunt we put a = Sting in him, That at his will he may doe danger

13     e: I, and that T= ongue of his, that bad the Romans Marke him, and

14     f March     Caes. What man i= s that?   Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you

15     estion? It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder, And th

16     I did not. He wa= s but a Foole That brought my answer back. Brutus

17     ow not what: but= it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on.  Thunder 

18     end of Caesars, = to him I say, that Brutus loue to Caesar, was no

19      I know not= what you meane by that, but I am sure Caesar fell dow

20     aces buried in t= heir Cloakes, That by no meanes I may discouer th

21      With what Addition     Me= ss. That by proscription, and billes of

22     ll ready? What i= s now amisse, That Caesar and his Senate must red

23     ldren. Be not fo= nd, To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell bloo

24      not; Danger knowes full well That Caesar is more dangerous then

25     l vs what hath c= hanc'd to day That Caesar lookes so sad     Cask.=

26     ing, and dye all Slaues; then that Caesar were dead, to liue all

27     heard me: Brutus= hath a suite That Caesar will not grant. O, I gr

28     and Caesar: What = should be in that Caesar? Why should that name b

29     aes. Who is it i= n the presse, that calles on me? I heare a Tongue

30     heir likes: For = who so firme, that cannot be seduc'd? Caesar doth

31     , you are yoaked= with a Lambe That carries Anger, as the Flint be

32      all Night:= Know I these men, that come along with you?   Cass. Y

33     now strew Flower= s in his way, That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes

34     selfe, and scorn= 'd his spirit That could be mou'd to smile at any

35     t brings forth t= he Adder, And that craues warie walking: Crowne h

36     n stand vpon     Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life

37      Summers Eu= ening in his Tent, That day he ouercame the Neruij. Lo

38     that men should = feare, Seeing that death, a necessary end Will co

39     st a Roman, take= it foorth. I that deny'd thee Gold, will giue my

40     deliuer you the = cause, Why I, that did loue Caesar when I strooke

41     at Villaine touc= h'd his body, that did stab, And not for Iustice?

42     then take him to follow thee, That did the latest seruice to my M

43     nde, And partly = credit things that do presage. Comming from Sardi

44     ons, Which you d= eny'd me: was that done like Cassius? Should I ha

45     pers as you bad me     Cassi. <= /span>That done, repayre to Pompeyes Thea

46     e speake of seue= nty Senators, that dy'de By their proscriptions,

47      byrth, But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>     Tit. What P=

48     Thinke not thou = Noble Romane, That euer Brutus will go bound to R

49     the Ruines of the Noblest man That euer liued in the Tide of Time

50      thee well:= It is impossible, that euer Rome Should breed thy fel

51     ight way go together     Br= u. That euery like is not the same, O

52      time as th= is, it is not meet That euery nice offence should bear

53     ath. When euery = drop of blood That euery Roman beares, and Nobly

54     e may: But yet h= aue I a minde That feares him much: and my misgiu

55     A barren spirited Fellow; one that feeds On Obiects, Arts, and Im

56      street is n= arrow: The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles,

57      it doth; a= nd yon grey Lines, That fret the Clouds, are Messenger

58     s no lesse then = his. If then, that Friend demand, why Brutus rose

59     ing Romans bath'= d, Signifies, that from you great Rome shall suck

60     and that they kn= ow full well, That gaue me publike leaue to speak

61     knot of vs be ca= ll'd, The Men that gaue their Country liberty   

62     e: I haue not fr= om your eyes, that gentlenesse And shew of Loue,

63     ouidence of some= high Powers, That gouerne vs below     Cassi. Th

64     all sucke Reuiui= ng blood, and that great men shall presse For Tin

65     y all your vowes= of Loue, and that great Vow Which did incorporat

66     llest Particle O= f any promise that hath past from him     Cas. Bu

67     t: So are we Cae= sars Friends, that haue abridg'd His time of fear

68     ne eyes, my Bones would rest, That haue but labour'd, to attaine

69     sodaine Flood of Mutiny: They that haue done this Deede, are hono

70     ens menace so?   Cassi. Those that haue knowne the Earth so full

71     her Bond, Then s= ecret Romans, that haue spoke the word, And will

72      no lesse     Brut. And after = that, he came thus sad away   &nb= sp; Cas

73     f him: If he loue Caesar, all that he can do Is to himselfe; take

74     e doth this our = Caesar feede, That he is growne so great? Age, th

75      he would n= ot be a Wolfe, But that he sees the Romans are but She

76     n this Hill     Messa. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?

77     ualitie; why you= shall finde, That Heauen hath infus'd them with

78     . O my heart!   Messa. Is not <= u>that hee?   Titin. No, this wa= s he

79     ill now) that ta= lk'd of Rome= , That her wide Walkes incompast but

80     i. Go Pindarus, = get higher on that hill, My sight was euer thicke

81     anke, Vnshak'd of Motion: and that I am he, Let me a little shew

82     thou bleeding pe= ece of Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with the

83     wne, behold no m= ore: O Coward that I am, to liue so long, To see

84     to day: Cannot, = is false: and that I dare not, falser: I will not

85       Luc.= My Lord, I do not know that I did cry     Bru. Yes that th=

86         Cinna. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Caesar, And t

87     her a Coward, or= a Flatterer. That I did loue thee Caesar, O 'tis

88     is my Horse Octa= uius, and for that I do appoint him store of Prou

89     y new Protester:= if you know, That I do fawne on men, and hugge t

90     esides, That par= t of Tyrannie that I doe beare, I can shake off a

91     one that I know = will be, Much that I feare may chance: Good morro

92     ie: you'l beare = me a bang for that I feare: proceede directly   

93     esar, hast thou not?   Sooth. <= i>That I haue Lady, if it will please

94      all our Liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And hi

95     irectly     Cob. A Trade Sir= , that I hope I may vse, with a safe

96     ed towards him?<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>   Sooth. None = that I know will be, Much that I fe

97     t thou?   Cob. Truly sir, all <= b>that I liue by, is with the Aule: I

98     aesar, this is my answer: Not that I lou'd Caesar lesse, but that

99     hat I lou'd Caes= ar lesse, but that I lou'd Rome more. Had you rat

100    seeke, And am moreouer sutor, that I may Produce his body to the

101    the ayre, Giue so much light, that I may reade by them.  Opens th

102    ll on me to day: Be ne= ere me, that I may remember you     Treb. C

103    der Troopes And heere againe, that I may rest assur'd Whether yon

104    candall them: Or if you know, That I professe my selfe in Banquet

105    o much vpon my Loue, I= may do that I teach to fight, To winde, to

107    little shew it, euen in this: That I was constant Cymber should b

108    xeth him?   Bru. When I spoke = that, I was ill temper'd too   &nbs= p; Ca

109    o the Senators, And te= ll them that I will not come to day: Cannot

110     and on her knee = Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to day   

111     but once: Of all= the Wonders that I yet haue heard, It seemes to

112    o day     Decius. Neuer fe= are that: If he be so resolu'd, I can o

113    ?   Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you i'th' fac

114     I did, Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too mu

115     I am not well in health, and that is all     Por. Brutus is w= ise

116     in my Will, I wi= ll not come, That is enough to satisfie the Sena

117    me part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony: Let me not hinde

118     to Caska, and to= such a man, That is no flearing Tell-tale. Hold

119    se Caesar refus'd the Crowne, that it had (almost) choaked Caesar

120    le Mettle may be wroug= ht From that it is dispos'd: therefore it i

121    Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eye

122    rth to day: Call it my feare, That keepes you in the house, and n

123    reueng'd, Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee     Pin. So, I am

124     and Ligarius.  Lucius, who's that knockes     Luc. Heere is a si

125    a Woman; but withall, A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife: I g

126    ow me all) a plaine bl= unt man That loue my Friend, and that they

127    ange a hand Ouer your Friend, that loues you     Bru. Cassius, Be=

128    on. But 'tis a common proofe, That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions

129    im. Hearke Boy, what n= oyse is that lyes vpon the ground?   T= itin.

131    esar, And let me shew = you him that made the Will: Shall I descend

132    s they haue, alas I kn= ow not, That made them do it: They are Wise

133    ed round about With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre, Yet

134     some Angell, or = some Diuell, That mak'st my blood cold, and my h

135    ch as to say, they are fooles that marrie: you'l beare me a bang

136    ?   Cinna. As a friend     2. = That matter is answered directly  

137    , Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this

138    u. Nothing Messala     Messa. That me thinkes is strange     Bru.

139     not to praise hi= m: The euill that men do, liues after them, The

140     It seemes to me = most strange that men should feare, Seeing that

141    e time And drawing day= es out, that men stand vpon     Cask. Why h=

142        Mur. What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, thou sawcy Fellow?

143    he Army.    Octa. What man is that?   Messa. My Masters man. Stra<= o:p>

144    inna. To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber?   Cassi. No,=

145     you     Bru. Caius Ligar= ius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand

146    all. He would be crown= 'd: How that might change his nature, there

147    readfull Obiects so familiar, That Mothers shall but smile, when

148    at we must make sicke?=    Bru. That must we also. What it is my Ca

149    d     Pin. I do not do= ubt But that my Noble Master will appeare S

150     vpon vs     Cassi. I am glad= that my weake words Haue strucke bu

151    be in that Caesar? Why should that name be sounded more then your

152     the Elements So = mixt in him, that Nature might stand vp, And say

153    e Gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this Ingra

154    e enough: I dare assure thee, that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue

155    this Ages yoake, Haue wish'd, that Noble Brutus had his eyes    

156    spos'd: therefore it is meet, That Noble mindes keepe euer with t

157     Cas. My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge. Fill Lucius, til

158    he meditates     Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe,

159     shall Caesar ble= ed in sport, That now on Pompeyes Basis lye alon

160    destly discouer to your selfe That of your selfe, which you yet k

161    ourable man. You all d= id see, that on the Lupercall, I thrice pre

162    ands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad wayes you must

163    ry one doth wish, You = had but that opinion of your selfe, Which e

164    le of our Spirits, To thinke, that or our Cause, or our Performan

165    Messa. Cicero is dead, and by = that order of proscription Had you

166    e will neuer follow any thing That other men begin     Cas. Then <= /o:p>

167    to Schoole together: E= uen for that our loue of old, I prethee Hol

168    , know all the World besides, That part of Tyrannie that I doe be

169    o?   Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philosophy, By which I did bla

170     thy Leaden Mace = vpon my Boy, That playes thee Musicke? Gentle kn

171     any further my neglect, Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at

172    attery Caesar: Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may Haue an imm

173    esom: I do lacke some = part Of That ran through Caesars bowels, se

175    enough to beare with m= e, When that rash humour which my Mother ga

176    Cin. Caska, you are the first that reares your hand     Caes Are

177    e. Enter Antony.  See, Antony= that Reuels long a-nights Is notwit

178    f it     Cai. By all the = Gods that Romans bow before, I heere dis

179     tending to the g= reat opinion That Rome holds of his Name: wherei

180    that's certaine: We are blest that Rome is rid of him     2 Peace

181     should be satisfied     <= st1:place w:st=3D"on">Ant. That's all I seeke, And am moreouer

182     say, I am a Batchellor     = 2 That's as much as to say, they are

183    Caesar was a Tyrant     3 Nay = that's certaine: We are blest that

184    hilest I runne on it     Vol. <= i>That's not an Office for a friend,

185     ne're so much yo= ur enemy, As that same Ague which hath made you

186    d from their colour fl= ye, And that same Eye, whose bend doth awe

187    lius saying true,   Octa. All that seru'd Brutus, I will entertai

188     the dust?   Cassi. So oft as <= i>that shall be, So often shall the k

189    s the weakenesse of mi= ne eyes That shapes this monstrous Appariti

190     die Messala: With meditating that she must dye once, I haue the

191    ide of Times. Woe to t= he hand that shed this costly Blood. Ouer t

192    a: And those sparkes of Life, that should be in a Roman, You doe

193    gue In euery Wound of Caesar, that should moue The stones of Rome

194    t with many Enemies, A= nd some that smile haue in their hearts I f

195    an I should auoyd So s= oone as that speakes this, Or by the Gods,

197    stice? What? Shall one= of Vs, That strucke the Formost man of all

198    hen could they say (ti= ll now) that talk'd of Rome, That her wide <= /p>

199    re it come: But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the

200    assi. This it is: 'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs, So shall

201    . And leaue vs Publius, least that the people Rushing on vs, shou

202     Caesar seeme Ambitious? When that the poore haue cry'de, Caesar

203    Conspirators, When thi= nke you that the Sword goes vp againe? Neue

204    that the vttermost?   Cin. Be that the vttermost, and faile not t

205      Bru. By the eight houre, is that the vttermost?   Cin. Be that

206    generall shout? I do beleeue, that these applauses are For some n

207    spirators saue onely h= ee, Did that they did, in enuy of great Cae

208    ace To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage; But 'tis no

209     man That loue my Friend, and that they know full well, That gaue

210    m Arm'd so strong in Honesty, That they passe by me, as the idle

211    tous things Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon     Cic. Indee<= /o:p>

212    let slip the Dogges of Warre, That this foule deede, shall smell

213    n Honesty to Honesty ingag'd, That this shall be, or we will fall

214    's Mine, Richer then G= old: If that thou did'st: Did'st thou see a

216    be found. I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prou'd Lucillius say

217    u. Did'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst out?   Luc. My

218    eld to dye: There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight: Ki

219    aesar shall forth; the things that threaten'd me, Ne're look'd bu

220    st like this dreadfull Night, That Thunders, Lightens, opens Grau

221    e put it by once: but = for all that, to my thinking, he would fain

222    I did heare him grone:= I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Ro

223    last cry for?   Cask. Why for <= u>that too     Bru. Wa= s the Crowne of

224    nd noyse for?   Cask. Why for <= u>that too     Cassi. = They shouted th

225    ine first: for mine's a suite That touches Caesar neerer. Read it

226    not made an Vniuersall shout, That Tyber trembled vnderneath her

227    so strong: For with her death That tydings came. With this she fe

228    e him this: My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue Out of the

229    feare death     Cassi. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus, As

230     me, as are the r= uddy droppes That visit my sad heart     Por. If

231    the number, I do know = but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ran

232     i'th' face again= e. But those that vnderstood him, smil'd at one

233    y him: For he loues to heare, That Vnicornes may be betray'd with

234    eir guiltinesse: Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll, This

235    leaue, and by permissi= on: And that we are contented Caesar shall

236    r Starres, But in our Selues, that we are vnderlings. Brutus and

237    ne within, Besides the things that we haue heard and seene, Recou

238    pardon. You must note beside, That we haue tride the vtmost of ou

239    it so Countrymen?   Octa. Not that we loue words better, as you d

240    e Gods to day stand friendly, that we may Louers in peace, leade

241     Cai. But are not= some whole, that we must make sicke?   Bru. Tha

242     we will know your pleasures: That we shall dye we know, 'tis but

243     Exit Seruant.    Bru. I know = that we shall haue him well to Frie

244     of men, there is= no blood: O that we then could come by Caesars

245    Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole togethe

246    ns, and such suffering Soules That welcome wrongs: Vnto bad cause

247    ught, and dye for Caes= ar, And that were much he should: for he is

248    s are so full of good regard, That were you Antony, the Sonne of =

249    thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would r

250    ore thee, sauing of thy life, That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do,

251    ch the people may be m= ou'd By that which is not in me?   Cas. The

253    'd from the true quali= ty With that which melteth Fooles, I meane

254    n all the Peoples hear= ts: And that which would appeare Offence in

255    y speake right on: I t= ell you that, which you your selues do know

256    esar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true q

257    ke, let 'em stay heere; Those that will follow Cassius, go with h

258    , And part the Numbers: Those that will heare me speake, let 'em

259     do?   Bru. A peece of worke, That will make sicke men whole    

260    fended. Who is heere so vile, that will not loue his Countrey? If

261    were not Romans Hindes. Those that with haste will make a mightie

262    re, in the Thigh: Can I beare that with patience, And not my Husb

263    e. But this same day M= ust end that worke, the Ides of March begun

264    e; nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth, as those your Swords; m

265    bition. Who is heere so base, that would be a Bondman? If any, sp

266    say, There was a Brutus once, that would haue brook'd Th' eternal

267    fended. Who is heere so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any,

268        Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you     Bru.

269    ountrymen: My heart do= th ioy, that yet in all my life, I found no

270    nt of my absence, And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony

271     haue heere recei= ued Letters, That yong Octauius, and Marke Anton

272        Cask. You shall confesse, that you are both deceiu'd: Heere,

273    I, an itching Palme? Y= ou know that you are Brutus that speakes th

274    u mad: 'Tis good you k= now not that you are his Heires, For if you

275    ke in store for you: Remember that you call on me to day: Be neer

276     As easily as a King     Bru. <= /span>That you do loue me, I am nothing i

277    is very much lamented Brutus, That you haue no such Mirrors, as w

278    Brutus and Cassius.    Cassi. That you haue wrong'd me, doth appe

279    d haue respect to mine Honor, that you may beleeue. Censure me in

280     for my cause, an= d be silent, that you may heare. Beleeue me for

281    sedom, and awake your Senses, that you may the better Iudge. If t

282    ons are     Cask. 'Tis Caesa= r that you meane: Is it not, Cassius?

283    en worthinesse into yo= ur eye, That you might see your shadow: I h

284    loue you all, Vpon this hope, that you shall giue me Reasons, Why

285    ry for     Bru. You haue do= ne that you should be sorry for. There

286     incorporate and = make vs one, That you vnfold to me, your selfe;

287    , would you Leade me Cassius? That you would haue me seeke into m

288    me heere so long? What= is it, that you would impart to me? If it

289    will: and so neere wil= l I be, That your best Friends shall wish I

 

 

 

 

These are sentences after replacing the word (that) with the wo= rd (which).

 

 

1        =   Bru. Why then leade on. O which a man might know The end of th

2      Messala: B= e thou my witnesse, which against my will (As Po= mpey was

3      ues warie walking: Crowne him which, And then I gra= unt we put a St

4       fear= ing death     Bru. = Grant which, and then is Death a Benefit:

5      im. If Bru= tus will vouchsafe, which = Antony May safely come to him,

6      t what you= do; Do not consent which = Antony speake in his Funerall:

7      ted, I sho= uld know no Secrets which appertaine to you? Am I your S

8      aes Let me= haue men about me, which are fat, Sleeke-headed men, an

9      uses are F= or some new Honors, which are heap'd on Caesar     Cass= i

10     pt thoughts of m= en The things which are not? O Error soone= conceyu

11     hall not. With t= his I depart, which as I slewe my best Lou= er for t

12     graunt we put a = Sting in him, which at his will he may doe danger

13     e: I, and which = Tongue of his, which bad the Romans Marke h= im, and

14     f March     Caes. What man i= s which?   Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you <= o:p>

15     estion? It is the bright day, which brings forth the Adder, And th

16     I did not. He wa= s but a Foole which brought my answer back. Brutus

17     ow not what: but= it sufficeth which Brutus leads me on.  Thunder 

18     end of Caesars, = to him I say, which Brutus loue to Caesar,= was no

19      I know not= what you meane by which, but I am sure Caesar = fell dow

20     aces buried in t= heir Cloakes, which by no meanes I may discouer th

21      With what = Addition     Mess. = which by proscription, and billes of

22     ll ready? What i= s now amisse, which Caesar and his Senate = must red

23     ldren. Be not fo= nd, To thinke which Caesar beares such Reb= ell bloo

24      not; Danger knowes full well which Caesar is more dangerous then

25     l vs what hath c= hanc'd to day which Caesar lookes so sad     Cask.=

26     ing, and dye all Slaues; then which Caesar were dead, to l= iue all

27     heard me: Brutus= hath a suite which Caesar will not grant.= O, I gr

28     and Caesar: What should be in which Caesar? Why should whi= ch name b

29     aes. Who is it i= n the presse, which calles on me? I heare a Tongue

30     heir likes: For = who so firme, which cannot be seduc'd? Cae= sar doth

31     , you are yoaked= with a Lambe which carries Anger, as the Flint be

32      all Night:= Know I these men, which come along with you?   Cass. Y

33     now strew Flower= s in his way, which comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes

34     selfe, and scorn= 'd his spirit which could be mou'd to smil= e at any

35     t brings forth t= he Adder, And which craues warie walking: Crowne h

36     n stand vpon     Cask. Why he which cuts off twenty yeares of life

37      Summers Eu= ening in his Tent, which day he ouercame the Neruij. Lo

38     which men should= feare, Seeing which death, a necessary end Will co

39     st a Roman, take= it foorth. I which deny'd thee Gold, will giue my

40     deliuer you the = cause, Why I, which did loue Caesar when I strooke

41     at Villaine touc= h'd his body, which did stab, And not for Iustice?

42     then take him to follow thee, which did the latest seruice= to my M

43     nde, And partly = credit things which do presage. Comming fr= om Sardi

44     ons, Which you d= eny'd me: was which done like Cassius? Sho= uld I ha

45     pers as you bad me     Cassi. <= /span>which done, repayre to Pompeyes Thea

46     e speake of seue= nty Senators, which dy'de By their proscriptions,

47      byrth, But kil'st the Mother which engendred thee<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>     Tit. What P=

48     Thinke not thou = Noble Romane, which euer Brutus will go bo= und to R

49     the Ruines of the Noblest man which euer liued in the Tide= of Time

50      thee well:= It is impossible, which euer Rome Should breed thy fel

51     ight way go together     Br= u. which euery like is not the same, O

52      time as th= is, it is not meet which euery nice offence sho= uld bear

53     ath. When euery = drop of blood which euery Roman beares, and Nobly

54     e may: But yet h= aue I a minde which feares him much: and my misgiu

55     A barren spirited Fellow; one which feeds On Obiects, Arts, and Im

56      street is narrow: The throng which followes Caesar= at the heeles,

57      it doth; a= nd yon grey Lines, which fret the Clouds, are Messenger

58     s no lesse then = his. If then, which Friend demand, why Bru= tus rose

59     ing Romans bath'= d, Signifies, which from you great Rome shall suck

60     and which they k= now full well, which gaue me publike leaue = to speak

61     knot of vs be ca= ll'd, The Men which gaue their Country lib= erty   

62     e: I haue not fr= om your eyes, which gentlenesse And shew of Loue,

63     ouidence of some= high Powers, which gouerne vs below     Cassi. Th

64     all sucke Reuiui= ng blood, and which great men shall presse= For Tin

65     y all your vowes= of Loue, and which great Vow Which did incorporat

66     llest Particle O= f any promise which hath past from him     Cas. Bu

67     t: So are we Cae= sars Friends, which haue abridg'd His time= of fear

68     ne eyes, my Bones would rest, which haue but labour'd, to attaine

69     sodaine Flood of Mutiny: They which haue done this Deede, = are hono

70     ens menace so?   Cassi. Those which haue knowne the Earth so full

71     her Bond, Then s= ecret Romans, which haue spoke the word, A= nd will

72      no lesse     Brut. And after = which, he came thus sad away   &nb= sp; Cas

73     f him: If he loue Caesar, all which he can do Is to himsel= fe; take

74     e doth this our = Caesar feede, which he is growne so great? Age, th

75      he would n= ot be a Wolfe, But which he sees the Romans are= but She

76     n this Hill     Messa. Is not which he which lyes vpon the ground?

77     ualitie; why you= shall finde, which Heauen hath infus'd th= em with

78     . O my heart!   Messa. Is not <= u>which hee?   Titin. No, this wa= s he

79     ill now) which t= alk'd of Rome= , which her wide Walkes incompast but

80     i. Go Pindarus, = get higher on which hill, My sight was euer thicke

81     anke, Vnshak'd of Motion: and which I am he, Let me a litt= le shew

82     thou bleeding pe= ece of Earth: which I am meeke and gentle = with the

83     wne, behold no m= ore: O Coward which I am, to liue so long,= To see

84     to day: Cannot, = is false: and which I dare not, falser: I = will not

85       Luc.= My Lord, I do not know which I did cry     Bru. Yes which t= h

86         Cinna. I dreamt to night, which I did feast with Caesar, And t

87     her a Coward, or= a Flatterer. which I did loue thee Caesar= , O 'tis

88     is my Horse Octa= uius, and for which I do appoint him store= of Prou

89     y new Protester:= if you know, which I do fawne on men, and hugge t

90     esides, which pa= rt of Tyrannie which I doe beare, I can sha= ke off a

91     one which I know= will be, Much which I feare may chance: Go= od morro

92     ie: you'l beare = me a bang for which I feare: proceede directly   

93     esar, hast thou not?   Sooth. <= i>which I haue Lady, if it will please

94      all our Liberties. You know, which I held Epicurus strong, And hi

95     irectly     Cob. A Trade Sir= , which I hope I may vse, with a safe

96     ed towards him?<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>   Sooth. None = which I know will be, Much which I fe

97     t thou?   Cob. Truly sir, all <= b>which I liue by, is with the Aule: I

98     aesar, this is my answer: Not which I lou'd Caesar lesse, = but which

99     hat I lou'd Caes= ar lesse, but which I lou'd Rome more. Had= you rat

100    seeke, And am moreouer sutor, which I may Produce his body= to the

101    the ayre, Giue so much light, which I may reade by them.  Opens th

102    ll on me to day: Be ne= ere me, which I may remember you     Treb. C

103    der Troopes And heere againe, which I may rest assur'd Whe= ther yon

104    candall them: Or if you know, which I professe my selfe in Banquet

105    o much vpon my Loue, I= may do which I teach to fight, To winde, to

107    little shew it, euen in this: which I was constant Cymber should b

108    xeth him?   Bru. When I spoke = which, I was ill temper'd too   &nbs= p; Ca

109    o the Senators, And te= ll them which I will not come to day: Cannot

110     and on her knee = Hath begg'd, which I will stay at home to day   

111     but once: Of all= the Wonders which I yet haue heard, It seemes to

112    o day     Decius. Neuer fe= are which: If he be so resolu'd, I can o

113    ?   Cask. Nay, and I tell you which, Ile ne're looke you i'th' fac

114     I did, Fearing to strengthen which impatience Which seem'd too mu

115     I am not well in health, and which is all     Por. Brutus is w= ise

116     in my Will, I wi= ll not come, which is enough to satisfie = the Sena

117    me part Of which quicke Spirit which is in Antony: Let me n= ot hinde

118     to Caska, and to= such a man, which is no flearing Tell-ta= le. Hold

119    se Caesar refus'd the Crowne, which it had (almost) choake= d Caesar

120    le Mettle may be wroug= ht From which it is dispos'd: theref= ore it i

121    Noble Vessell full of griefe, which it runnes ouer euen at= his eye

122    rth to day: Call it my feare, which keepes you in the hous= e, and n

123    reueng'd, Euen with the Sword which kill'd thee     Pin. So, I am

124     and Ligarius.  Lucius, who's which knockes     Luc. Heere is a si

125    a Woman; but withall, A Woman which Lord Brutus tooke to W= ife: I g

126    ow me all) a plaine bl= unt man which loue my Friend, and wh= ich they

127    ange a hand Ouer your Friend, which loues you     Bru. Cassius, Be=

128    on. But 'tis a common proofe, which Lowlynesse is young Ambitions

129    im. Hearke Boy, what n= oyse is which lyes vpon the ground?<= span style=3D'mso-spacerun:yes'>   Titin.

131    esar, And let me shew = you him which made the Will: Shall I descend

132    s they haue, alas I kn= ow not, which made them do it: They = are Wise

133    ed round about With Ho= rsemen, which make to him on the Spu= rre, Yet

134     some Angell, or = some Diuell, which mak'st my blood cold, = and my h

135    ch as to say, they are fooles which marrie: you'l beare me= a bang

136    ?   Cinna. As a friend     2. = which matter is answered directly  

137    , Let's reason with the worst which may befall. If we do l= ose this

138    u. Nothing Messala     Messa. which me thinkes is strange     Bru.

139     not to praise hi= m: The euill which men do, liues after th= em, The

140     It seemes to me = most strange which men should feare, Seei= ng which

141    e time And drawing day= es out, which men stand vpon     Cask. Why h=

142        Mur. What mean'st thou by which? Mend mee, thou sawcy Fellow?

143    he Army.    Octa. What man is which?   Messa. My Masters man. Stra<= o:p>

144    inna. To finde out you: Who's which, Metellus Cymber?   Cassi. No,=

145     you     Bru. Caius Ligar= ius, which Metellus spake of. Boy, stand

146    all. He would be crown= 'd: How which might change his natur= e, there

147    readfull Obiects so familiar, which Mothers shall but smil= e, when

148    at we must make sicke?=    Bru. which must we also. What it is my Ca

149    d     Pin. I do not do= ubt But which my Noble Master will appeare S

150     vpon vs     Cassi. I am glad= which my weake words Haue strucke bu

151    be in which Caesar? Why should which name be sounded more t= hen your

152     the Elements So = mixt in him, which Nature might stand vp,= And say

153    e Gods to intermit the plague which needs must light on th= is Ingra

154    e enough: I dare assure thee, which no Enemy Shall euer ta= ke aliue

155    this Ages yoake, Haue wish'd, which Noble Brutus had his eyes     <= /o:p>

156    spos'd: therefore it is meet, which Noble mindes keepe euer with t

157     Cas. My heart is thirsty for which Noble pledge. Fill Luc= ius, til

158    he meditates     Clit. Now is which Noble Vessell full of griefe,

159     shall Caesar ble= ed in sport, which now on Pompeyes Basis = lye alon

160    destly discouer to your selfe which of your selfe, which y= ou yet k

161    ourable man. You all d= id see, which on the Lupercall, I th= rice pre

162    ands on such slippery ground, which one of two bad wayes y= ou must

163    ry one doth wish, You = had but which opinion of your selfe, Which e

164    le of our Spirits, To thinke, which or our Cause, or our Performan

165    Messa. Cicero is dead,= and by which other men begin     Cas. Then <= /o:p>

167    to Schoole together: E= uen for which our loue of old, I pre= thee Hol

168    , know all the World besides, which part of Tyrannie which= I doe be

169    o?   Bru. Euen by the rule of which Philosophy, By which I did bla

170     thy Leaden Mace = vpon my Boy, which playes thee Musicke? G= entle kn

171     any further my neglect, Then which poore Brutus with hims= elfe at

172    attery Caesar: Desiring thee, which Publius Cymber may Hau= e an imm

173    esom: I do lacke some = part Of which ran through Caesars bowels, se

175    enough to beare with m= e, When which rash humour which my Mother ga

176    Cin. Caska, you are the first which reares your hand     Caes Are

177    e. Enter Antony.  See, Antony which Reuels long a-nights Is notwit

178    f it     Cai. By all the = Gods which Romans bow before, I heere dis

179     tending to the g= reat opinion which Rome holds of his Name: wherei

180    which's certaine: We a= re blest which Rome is rid of him     2 Peace

181     should be satisfied     A= nt. which's all I seeke, And am moreouer

182     say, I am a Batchellor     = 2 which's as much as to say, they are

183    Caesar was a Tyrant     3 Nay = which's certaine: We are blest which

184    hilest I runne on it     Vol. <= i>which's not an Office for a friend,

185     ne're so much yo= ur enemy, As which same Ague which hath m= ade you

186    d from their colour fl= ye, And which same Eye, whose bend d= oth awe

187    lius saying true,   Octa. All which seru'd Brutus, I will entertai

188     the dust?   Cassi. So oft as <= i>which shall be, So often shall the k

189    s the weakenesse of mi= ne eyes which shapes this monstrous Appariti

190     die Messala: With meditating which she must dye once, I h= aue the

191    ide of Times. Woe to t= he hand which shed this costly Blood. Ouer t

192    a: And those sparkes of Life, which should be in a Roman, = You doe

193    gue In euery Wound of Caesar, which should moue The stones= of Rome

194    t with many Enemies, A= nd some which smile haue in their he= arts I f

195    an I should auoyd So s= oone as which speakes this, Or by the Gods,

197    stice? What? Shall one= of Vs, which strucke the Formost ma= n of all

198    hen could they say (ti= ll now) which talk'd of Rome, which = her wide

199    re it come: But it sufficeth, which the day will end, And = then the

200    assi. This it is: 'Tis better which the Enemie seeke vs, So shall

201    . And leaue vs Publius, least which the people Rushing on = vs, shou

202     Caesar seeme Ambitious? When which the poore haue cry'de, Caesar

203    Conspirators, When thi= nke you which the Sword goes vp agai= ne? Neue

204    which the vttermost?   Cin. Be which the vttermost, and faile not t

205      Bru. By the eight houre, is which the vttermost?   Cin. Be which

206    generall shout? I do beleeue, which these applauses are For some n

207    spirators saue onely h= ee, Did which they did, in enuy of g= reat Cae

208    ace To fasten in our thoughts which they haue Courage; But 'tis no

209     man which loue my Friend, and which they know full well, w= hich gaue

210    m Arm'd so strong in Honesty, which they passe by me, as t= he idle

211    tous things Vnto the Clymate, which they point vpon     Cic. Indee<= /o:p>

212    let slip the Dogges of Warre, which this foule deede, shall smell

213    n Honesty to Honesty ingag'd, which this shall be, or we w= ill fall

214    's Mine, Richer then G= old: If which thou did'st: Did'st thou see a

216    be found. I thank thee Brutus which thou hast prou'd Lucil= lius say

217    u. Did'st thou dreame Lucius, which thou so cryedst out?   Luc. My

218    eld to dye: There is s= o much, which thou wilt kill me straight: Ki

219    aesar shall forth; the things which threaten'd me, Ne're look'd bu

220    st like this dreadfull Night, which Thunders, Lightens, op= ens Grau

221    e put it by once: but = for all which, to my thinking, he wo= uld fain

222    I did heare him grone:= I, and which Tongue of his, which b= ad the Ro

223    last cry for?   Cask. Why for <= u>which too     Bru. Wa= s the Crowne of

224    nd noyse for?   Cask. Why for <= u>which too     Cassi. = They shouted th

225    ine first: for mine's a suite which touches Caesar neerer. Read it

226    not made an Vniuersall shout, which Tyber trembled vnderne= ath her

227    so strong: For with her death which tydings came. With this she fe

228    e him this: My heart l= aments, which Vertue cannot liue Out= of the

229    feare death     Cassi. I know which vertue to be in you Brutus, As

230     me, as are the r= uddy droppes which visit my sad heart     Por. If

231    the number, I do know = but One which vnassayleable holds on= his Ran

232     i'th' face again= e. But those which vnderstood him, smil'd= at one

233    y him: For he loues to heare, which Vnicornes may be betra= y'd with

234    eir guiltinesse: Go you downe which way towards the Capito= ll, This

235    leaue, and by permissi= on: And which we are contented Caesar shall

236    r Starres, But in our Selues, which we are vnderlings. Bru= tus and

237    ne within, Besides the things which we haue heard and seen= e, Recou

238    pardon. You must note beside, which we haue tride the vtmo= st of ou

239    it so Countrymen?   Octa. Not which we loue words better, as you d

240    e Gods to day stand friendly, which we may Louers in peace, leade

241     Cai. But are not= some whole, which we must make sicke?   Bru. Tha

242     we will know your pleasures: which we shall dye we know, = 'tis but

243     Exit Seruant.    Bru. I know = which we shall haue him well to Frie

244     of men, there is= no blood: O which we then could come by Caesars

245    Good Volumnius, Thou know'st, which we two went to Schoole togethe

246    ns, and such suffering Soules which welcome wrongs: Vnto b= ad cause

247    ught, and dye for Caes= ar, And which were much he should: f= or he is

248    s are so full of good regard, which were you Antony, the S= onne of

249    thing he is, Fashion it thus; which what he is, augmented, Would r

250    ore thee, sauing of thy life, which whatsoeuer I did bid t= hee do,

251    ch the people may be m= ou'd By which which is not in me?   Cas. The

253    'd from the true quali= ty With which which melteth Fooles, I meane

254    n all the Peoples hear= ts: And which which would appeare Offence in

255    y speake right on: I t= ell you which, which you your selues= do know

256    esar beares such Rebell blood which will be thaw'd from the true q

257    ke, let 'em stay heere; Those which will follow Cassius, go with h

258    , And part the Numbers: Those which will heare me speake, = let 'em

259     do?   Bru. A peece of worke, which will make sicke men whole    

260    fended. Who is heere so vile, which will not loue his Countrey? If

261    were not Romans Hindes. Those which with haste will make a mightie

262    re, in the Thigh: Can = I beare which with patience, And not= my Husb

263    e. But this same day M= ust end which worke, the Ides of Mar= ch begun

264    e; nor no Instrument Of halfe which worth, as those your Swords; m

265    bition. Who is heere so base, which would be a Bondman? If= any, sp

266    say, There was a Brutus once, which would haue brook'd Th' eternal

267    fended. Who is heere so rude, which would not be a Roman? = If any,

268        Luc. Heere is a sicke man which would speak with you     Bru.

269    ountrymen: My heart do= th ioy, which yet in all my life, I found no

270    nt of my absence, And greefe, which yong Octauius with Mark Antony

271     haue heere recei= ued Letters, which yong Octauius, and Mar= ke Anton

272        Cask. You shall confesse, which you are both deceiu'd: Heere,

273    I, an itching Palme? Y= ou know which you are Brutus which speakes th

274    u mad: 'Tis good you k= now not which you are his Heires, Fo= r if you

275    ke in store for you: Remember which you call on me to day:= Be neer

276     As easily as a King     Bru. <= /span>which you do loue me, I am nothing i

277    is very much lamented Brutus, which you haue no such Mirro= rs, as w

278    Brutus and Cassius.    Cassi. which you haue wrong'd me, doth appe

279    d haue respect to mine= Honor, which you may beleeue. Censu= re me in

280     for my cause, an= d be silent, which you may heare. Beleeue= me for

281    sedom, and awake your Senses, which you may the better Iud= ge. If t

282    ons are     Cask. 'Tis Caesa= r which you meane: Is it not, Cassius?

283    en worthinesse into yo= ur eye, which you might see your sha= dow: I h

284    loue you all, Vpon this hope, which you shall giue me Reas= ons, Why

285    ry for     Bru. You haue do= ne which you should be sorry for. There

286     incorporate and = make vs one, which you vnfold to me, your selfe;

287    , would you Leade me Cassius? which you would haue me seeke into m

288    me heere so long? What= is it, which you would impart to me= ? If it

289    will: and so neere wil= l I be, which your best Friends shall wish I

 

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