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The Tragedie of Julius Caesar

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners ouer the Stage.

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 Rule?

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

Mur. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly

Cob. A Trade Sir, that I
hope I may vse, with a safe

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 shooes, 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 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,

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,

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,

Who else would soare aboue the view of men,

And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse.

Exeunt.

Enter Caesar, Antony
for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, Decius,

Cicero,

Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: after them Murellus and

Flauius.

Caes. Calphurnia

Cask. Peace ho, Caesar
speakes

Caes. Calphurnia

Calp. Heere my Lord

Caes. Stand you directly
in Antonio's way,

When he doth run his course. Antonio

Ant. Cوsar,
my Lord

Caes. Forget
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. Set on,
and leaue no Ceremony out

Sooth. Caesar

Caes. Ha? Who
calles?

Cask. Bid euery
noyse be still: peace yet againe

Caes. Who 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. What
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. What
sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,

Sooth. Beware the
Ides of March

Caes. He is a
Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.

Sennet

Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass.

Cassi. Will you 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. Cassius,

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

(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 Cassius:

For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection,

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. Into
what dangers, would you

Leade me Cassius?

That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,

For that which is not in me?

Cas. Therefore 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 meanes
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.

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

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,

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.

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,

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 Bloods.

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
indeed, and Roome enough

When there is in it but one onely man.

O! you and I, haue heard our Fathers say,

There was a Brutus once, that would haue brook'd

Th' eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome,

As easily as a King

Bru. That 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

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 Games 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,

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 Antonio

Ant. Caesar

Caes Let 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. Feare
him not Caesar, he's not dangerous,

He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen

Caes Would 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 Antony:
he heares no Musicke;

Seldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

As if he mock'd himselfe, and scorn'd his spirit

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. Why you
were with him, were you not?

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

Cask. Why
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. What 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. Was 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

honest Neighbors showted

Cassi. Who
offer'd him the Crowne?

Cask. Why Antony

Bru. Tell 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

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

told you, hee put it by once: but for all that, to my thinking,

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,

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

(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 displeas'd

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

I am no true man

Brut. What
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

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. And
after that, he came thus sad away

Cask. I

Cassi. Did Cicero say any thing?

Cask. I, he spoke
Greeke

Cassi. To
what effect?

Cask. Nay, and 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

off Caesars Images, are put to silence. Fare you well.

There was more Foolerie yet, if I could remember

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. Doe 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. And 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?

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,

For wee will shake him, or worse dayes endure.

Enter.

Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska, and Cicero.

Cic. Good euen,
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:

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. Why, 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

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,

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,

Euen at Noone-day, vpon the Market place,

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

Vnto the Clymate, that they point vpon

Cic. Indeed,
it is a strange disposed time:

But men may construe things after their fashion,

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 Romane

Cassi. Caska,
by your Voyce

Cask. Your
Eare is good.

Cassius, what Night is this?

Cassi. A very
pleasing Night to honest men

Cask. Who
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. But
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,

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. Indeed,
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

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,

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. You
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

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,

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 finde 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 glad
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, but
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

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 Lucius,
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 you, my
Lord?

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

When it is lighted, come and call me here

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,

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

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 not,
Sir

Brut. Looke
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,

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, March is
wasted fifteene dayes.

Knocke within.

Brut. 'Tis good. 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,

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, 'tis your
Brother Cassius at the Doore,

Who doth desire to see you

Brut. Is he
alone?

Luc. No, Sir, there
are moe with him

Brut. Doe 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. Let '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

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,

Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough,

To hide thee from preuention.

Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Cinna, Metellus,

and

Trebonius.

Cass. I thinke 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, euery
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. He is
welcome hither

Cass. This,
Decius Brutus

Brut. He is
welcome too

Cass. This,
Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus

Cymber

Brut. They
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. You
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. Giue me
your hands all ouer, one by one

Cas. And let
vs sweare our Resolution

Brut. No, 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,

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

Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood

That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares

Is guilty of a seuerall Bastardie,

If he do breake the smallest Particle

Of any promise that hath past from him

Cas. But what
of Cicero?
Shall we sound him?

I thinke he will stand very strong with vs

Cask. Let 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,

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. Then leaue
him out

Cask. Indeed,
he is not fit

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

Cas. Decius well
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:

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:

And let our Hearts, as subtle Masters do,

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. Yet I
feare him,

For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Caesar

Bru. Alas,
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. There
is no feare in him; let him not dye,

For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.

Clocke strikes.

Bru. Peace, count
the Clocke

Cas. The
Clocke hath stricken three

Treb. 'Tis
time to part

Cass. But 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.

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. Nay, 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. Caius
Ligarius doth beare Caesar hard,

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;

I wonder none of you haue thought of him

Bru. Now 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. Good
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. Portia:
What meane you? wherfore rise you now?

It is not for your health, thus to commit

Your weake condition, to the raw cold morning

Por. Nor 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,

You star'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.

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,

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;

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. Brutus
is wise, and were he not in health,

He would embrace the meanes to come by it

Bru. Why 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,

You haue some sicke Offence within your minde,

Which by the Right and Vertue of my place

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. Kneele
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

Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

Portia is Brutus Harlot, not his Wife

Bru. You 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 Gods!

Render me worthy of this Noble Wife.

Knocke.

Harke, harke, one knockes: Portia go in a while,

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. Heere is
a sicke man that would speak with you

Bru. Caius
Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.

Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?

Cai. Vouchsafe 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. Such 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,

Yea get the better of them. What's to do?

Bru. A peece of
worke,

That will make sicke men whole

Cai. But are
not some whole, that we must make sicke?

Bru. That must we
also. What it is my Caius,

I shall vnfold to thee, as we are going,

To whom it must be done

Cai. Set on
your foote,

And with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,

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 Heauen,
nor Earth,

Haue beene at peace to night:

Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed out,

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

Enter a Seruant.

Ser. My Lord

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 to walk
forth?

You shall not stirre out of your house to day

Caes Caesar
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. Caesar,
I neuer stood on Ceremonies,

Yet now they fright me: There is one within,

Besides the things that we haue heard and seene,

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:

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?

Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these Predictions

Are to the world in generall, as to Caesar

Calp. When
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,

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 would 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 The Gods
do this in shame of Cowardice:

Caesar should be a Beast without a heart

If he should stay at home to day for feare:

No Caesar shall not; Danger knowes full well

That Caesar is more dangerous then he.

We heare two Lyons
litter'd in one day,

And I the elder and more terrible,

And Caesar shall go foorth

Calp. Alas my
Lord,

Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence:

Do not go forth to day: Call it my feare,

That keepes you in the house, and not your owne.

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 Mark
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. Caesar,
all haile: Good morrow worthy Caesar,

I come to fetch you to the Senate house

Caes And 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. Say he
is sicke

Caes Shall
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. Most
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

Came smiling, & did bathe their hands in it:

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. This
Dreame is all amisse interpreted,

It was a vision, faire and fortunate:

Your Statue spouting blood in many pipes,

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 And 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

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, and

Publius.

And looke where Publius is come to fetch me

Pub. Good
morrow Caesar

Caes Welcome
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 Bid 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. Caesar
I will: and so neere will I be,

That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further

Caes Good
Friends go in, and taste some wine with me.

And we (like Friends) will straight way go together

Bru. That
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, marke

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

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

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 prythee Boy,
run to the Senate-house,

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.

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, what
should I do?

Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else?

And so returne to you, and nothing else?

Por. Yes, bring 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. Prythee
listen well:

I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray,

And the winde brings it from the Capitoll

Luc. Sooth
Madam, I heare nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

Por. Come hither
Fellow, which way hast thou bin?

Sooth. At mine owne
house, good Lady

Por. What
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. Thou
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 that 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.

Exit

Por. I must go 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. Haile
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

Caes What
touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd

Art. Delay
not Caesar, read it instantly

Caes What, is
the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirra, giue
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 you
well

Bru. What
said Popillius Lena?

Cassi. He wisht to
day our enterprize might thriue:

I feare our purpose is discouered

Bru. Looke
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. Cassius
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. Where
is Metellus Cimber, let him go,

And presently preferre his suite to Caesar

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

Cin. Caska,
you are the first that reares your hand

Caes Are we
all ready? What is now amisse,

That Caesar and his Senate must redresse?

Metel. Most high,
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

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

With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,

Low-crooked-curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:

Thy Brother by decree is banished:

If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,

I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:

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?

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

Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may

Haue an immediate freedome of repeale

Caes What
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.

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 Hence:
Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?

Decius. Great
Caesar

Caes Doth not
Brutus bootlesse kneele?

Cask. Speake hands
for me.

They stab Caesar.

Caes Et Tu Brute? -
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. People
and Senators, be not affrighted:

Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid

Cask. Go to
the Pulpit Brutus

Dec. And
Cassius too

Bru. Where's
Publius?

Cin. Heere, quite
confounded with this mutiny

Met. Stand
fast together, least some Friend of Caesars

Should chance-

Bru. Talke not 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

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. Fates,
we will know your pleasures:

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

And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon

Cask. Why he
that cuts off twenty yeares of life,

Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death

Bru. Grant
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,

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. What,
shall we forth?

Cassi. I, euery man away.

Brutus shall leade, and we will grace his heeles

With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Seruant.

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

Ser. Thus
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,

Mark Antony, shall not loue Caesar dead

So well as Brutus liuing; but will follow

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 that 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.

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

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,

And this, the bleeding businesse they haue done:

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. Onely 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;

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:

If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,

Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,

To see thy Antony
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,

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 Antony

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 Antony,
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

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.

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

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

Bru. Mark
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. Prepare
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,

And dreadfull Obiects so familiar,

That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold

Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:

All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds,

And Caesars Spirit ranging for Reuenge,

With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell,

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. Caesar
did write for him to come to Rome

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,

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. Post
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.

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. Then
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 will
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 Rome
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. None
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 benefit

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. Liue
Brutus, liue, liue

1. Bring him
with Triumph home vnto his house

2. Giue him a
Statue with his Ancestors

3. Let him be
Caesar

4. Caesars
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. Peace,
silence, Brutus speakes

1. Peace ho

Bru. Good
Countrymen, let me depart alone,

And (for my sake) stay heere with Antony:

Do grace to Caesars Corpes, and grace his Speech

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, and let
vs heare Mark Antony

3 Let him 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, for
Brutus sake

He findes himselfe beholding to vs all

4 'Twere best
he speake no harme of Brutus heere?

1 This Caesar was a
Tyrant

3 Nay that'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. Peace
hoe, let vs heare him

An. Friends,
Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears:

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him:

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;

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 thinkes
there is much reason in his sayings

2 If thou
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 it be
found so, some will deere abide it

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

3. There'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,

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

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:

Let but the Commons heare this Testament:

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

And they would go and kisse dead Caesars wounds,

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. Haue
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 Will,
wee'l heare it Antony:

You shall reade vs the Will, Caesars Will

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

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 downe

2 Descend

3 You shall
haue leaue

4 A Ring,
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. Stand
backe: roome, beare backe

Ant. If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now.

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:

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:

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:

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

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 pitteous
spectacle!

2. O Noble Caesar!

3. O wofull day!

4. O Traitors,
Villaines!

1. O most bloody
sight!

2. We will be
reueng'd: Reuenge

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

Let not a Traitor liue

Ant. Stay
Country-men

1. Peace
there, heare the Noble Antony

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

him

Ant. Good
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,

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,

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 Rome,
to rise and Mutiny

All. Wee'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 hoe,
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. Most
true, the Will, let's stay and heare the Wil

Ant. Heere 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. Heare me
with patience

All. Peace
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, Octauius
is already come to Rome

Ant. Where is hee?

Ser. He and Lepidus
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. Belike
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 dreamt 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 are you
going?

3. Where do you
dwell?

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

2. Answer euery man
directly

1. I, and
breefely

4. I, and
wisely

3. I, and
truly, you were best

Cin. What is
my name? Whether am I going? Where

do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a Batchellour? Then

to answer euery man, directly and breefely, wisely and

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 friend

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. Teare him
to peeces, hee's a Conspirator

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

4. Teare him
for his bad verses, teare him for his bad

Verses

Cin. I am not
Cinna the Conspirator

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

name out of his heart, and turne him going

3. Teare 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.

Exeunt. all the Plebeians.

Actus Quartus.

Enter Antony,
Octauius, and Lepidus.

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

Octa. Your Brother
too must dye: consent you Lepidus?

Lep. I do consent

Octa. Pricke
him downe Antony

Lep. Vpon
condition Publius shall not liue,

Who is your Sisters sonne, Marke Antony

Ant. He shall not liue; looke, with a spot I dam him.

But Lepidus, go you to Caesars house:

Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine

How to cut off some charge in Legacies

Lep. What?
shall I finde you heere?

Octa. Or heere, 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. You 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,

And open Perils surest answered

Octa. Let 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

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. What 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

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

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. Thou
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 meane
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. Stand
ho, speake the word along.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand

Cassi. Most
Noble Brother, you haue done me wrong

Bru. Iudge 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)

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 you
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

Bru. Let 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. The 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,

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

Bru. Away
slight man

Cassi. Is't
possible?

Bru. Heare me, for
I will speake.

Must I giue way, and roome to your rash Choller?

Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?

Cassi. O ye Gods,
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,

I shall be glad to learne of Noble men

Cass. You
wrong me euery way:

You wrong me Brutus:

I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.

Did I say Better?

Bru. If you did, I
care not

Cass. When
Caesar liu'd, he durst not thus haue mou'd me

Brut. Peace,
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. You 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,

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?

Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?

When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,

To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,

Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,

Dash him to peeces

Cassi. I
deny'd you not

Bru. You 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,

Set in a Note-booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate

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

Then euer thou loued'st Cassius

Bru. Sheath
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 spoke
that, I was ill temper'd too

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

Bru. And my
heart too

Cassi. O Brutus!

Bru. What's the
matter?

Cassi. Haue not 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. Nothing
but death shall stay me

Cas. How now?
What's the matter?

Poet. For shame 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. Beare
with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion

Brut. Ile
know his humor, when he knowes his time:

What should the Warres do with these Iigging Fooles?

Companion, hence

Cas. Away,
away be gone.

Exit Poet

Bru. Lucillius and
Titinius bid the Commanders

Prepare to lodge their Companies to night

Cas. And come
your selues, & bring Messala with you

Immediately to vs

Bru. Lucius,
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 dead

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

O insupportable, and touching losse!

Vpon what sicknesse?

Bru. Impatient 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. And dy'd
so?

Bru. Euen so

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. Portia,
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. With
what Addition

Mess. That by
proscription, and billes of Outlarie,

Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Haue put to death, an hundred Senators

Bru. Therein
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 Messala

Messa. Nor
nothing in your Letters writ of her?

Bru. Nothing
Messala

Messa. That
me thinkes is strange

Bru. Why aske
you?

Heare you ought of her, in yours?

Messa. No my Lord

Bru. Now 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. Well, to
our worke aliue. What do you thinke

Of marching to Philippi presently

Cassi. I do
not thinke it good

Bru. Your reason?

Cassi. This it 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. Good
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. Vnder
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:

There is no more to say

Cassi. No
more, good night,

Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

Enter Lucius.

Bru. Lucius my 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 thing is
well

Cassi. Good
night my Lord

Bru. Good
night good Brother

Tit. Messa.
Good night Lord Brutus

Bru. Farwell
euery one.

Exeunt.

Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

Luc. Heere in the
Tent

Bru. What,
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. Varrus,
and Claudio.

Enter Varrus and Claudio.

Var. Cals my Lord?

Bru. I pray you
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:

I put it in the pocket of my Gowne

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

Bru. Beare
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

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,

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 tell thee
thou shalt see me at Philippi

Brut. Well:
then I shall see thee againe?

Ghost. I, at
Philippi

Brut. Why 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. Did'st
thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst

out?

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

Bru. Yes that
thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?

Luc. Nothing my
Lord

Bru. Sleepe
againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,

Thou: Awake

Var. My Lord

Clau. My Lord

Bru. Why did
you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?

Both. Did we my
Lord?

Bru. I: saw you any
thing?

Var. No my Lord, I
saw nothing

Clau. Nor I
my Lord

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

Bid him set on his Powres betimes before,

And we will follow

Both. It
shall be done my Lord.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.

Enter Octauius, Antony, and their Army.

Octa. Now Antony,
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:

Answering before we do demand of them

Ant. Tut 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. Vpon
the right hand I, keepe thou the left

Ant. Why 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 stand,
and would haue parley

Cassi. Stand
fast Titinius, we must out and talke

Octa. Mark
Antony, shall we giue signe of Battaile?

Ant. No Caesar, we
will answer on their Charge.

Make forth, the Generals would haue some words

Oct. Stirre
not vntill the Signall

Bru. Words
before blowes: is it so Countrymen?

Octa. Not that we
loue words better, as you do

Bru. Good
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,

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:

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. Come,
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. Caesar,
thou canst not dye by Traitors hands.

Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee

Octa. So 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. Come
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 now 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

Cassi.
Messala

Messa. What
sayes my Generall?

Cassi. Messala,
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

(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.

Comming from Sardis, on our former Ensigne

Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch'd,

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

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. Euen 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

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,

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,

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. Why 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, ride
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 further
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

Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy

Tit. I will
be heere againe, euen with a thought.

Enter.

Cassi. Go Pindarus,
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,

My life is run his compasse. Sirra, what newes?

Pind. Aboue. O my
Lord

Cassi. What
newes?

Pind. Titinius 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

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,

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,

And when my face is couer'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the Sword- Caesar, thou art reueng'd,

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.

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 lies not
like the Liuing. O my heart!

Messa. Is not that
hee?

Titin. No, this 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

Tit. What
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,

Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,

As tydings of this sight

Tit. Hye 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,

And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their showts?

Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing.

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, where
Messala, doth his body lye?

Messa. Loe yonder,
and Titinius mourning it

Bru. Titinius
face is vpward

Cato. He 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

Cato. Braue Titinius,

Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius

Bru. Are 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

To this dead man, then you shall see me pay.

I shall finde time, Cassius: I shall finde time.

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. What
Bastard doth not? Who will go with me?

I will proclaime my name about the Field.

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. Yeeld,
or thou dyest

Luc. Onely I
yeeld to dye:

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:

Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death

Sold. We 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. Where is
hee?

Luc. Safe Antony,
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,

He will be found like Brutus, like himselfe

Ant. This 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

Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,

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 poore
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. Sit
thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,

It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus

Clit. What I,
my Lord? No, not for all the World

Brut. Peace then, no words

Clit. Ile
rather kill my selfe

Brut. Hearke
thee, Dardanius

Dard. Shall I
doe such a deed?

Clit. O Dardanius

Dard. O
Clitus

Clit. What
ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dard. To kill him,
Clitus: looke he meditates

Clit. Now is
that Noble Vessell full of griefe,

That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes

Brut. Come
hither, good Volumnius, list a word

Volum. What
sayes my Lord?

Brut. Why this,
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. Nay, 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. That's
not an Office for a friend, my Lord.

Alarum still.

Cly. Fly, flye my
Lord, there is no tarrying heere

Bru. Farewell
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.

So fare you well at once, for Brutus tongue

Hath almost ended his liues History:

Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would rest,

That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.

Alarum. Cry within, Flye, flye, flye.

Cly. Fly my Lord,
flye

Bru. Hence: 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?

Stra. Giue me your
hand first. Fare you wel my Lord

Bru. Farewell
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 man is
that?

Messa. My Masters
man. Strato, where is thy Master?

Stra. Free from 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 Messala
will preferre me to you

Octa. Do 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.

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: Be thou
my witnesse, that against my will (As Pompey was

3      ues warie
walking: Crowne him that, And then I graunt
we put a St

4       fearing
death     Bru. Grant that,
and then is Death a Benefit:

5      im. If Brutus
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 should
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 For
some new Honors, that are heap'd on
Caesar     Cassi

10     pt thoughts of men The
things that are not? O Error soone conceyu

11     hall not. With this 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 Tongue
of his, that bad the Romans Marke him, and

14     f March     Caes. What man is 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 was 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 their
Cloakes, That by no meanes I may discouer th

21      With what
Addition     Mess. That by
proscription, and billes of

22     ll ready? What is now
amisse, That Caesar and his Senate must red

23     ldren. Be not fond, 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 chanc'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 in 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 Flowers 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 the
Adder, And that craues warie walking: Crowne h

36     n stand vpon     Cask. Why he that
cuts off twenty yeares of life

37      Summers Euening
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 touch'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 deny'd
me: was that done like Cassius? Should I ha

45     pers as you bad
me     Cassi. That
done, repayre to Pompeyes Thea

46     e speake of seuenty
Senators, that dy'de By their proscriptions,

47      byrth, But
kil'st the Mother that engendred thee     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     Bru. That
euery like is not the same, O

52      time as this, 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 haue 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 narrow:
The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles,

57      it doth; and 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 know
full well, That gaue me publike leaue to speak

61     knot of vs be call'd,
The Men that gaue their Country liberty

62     e: I haue not from
your eyes, that gentlenesse And shew of Loue,

63     ouidence of some high
Powers, That gouerne vs below     Cassi. Th

64     all sucke Reuiuing
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 Of any
promise that hath past from him     Cas. Bu

67     t: So are we Caesars
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 secret
Romans, that haue spoke the word, And will

72      no lesse     Brut. And after that,
he came thus sad away
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 not 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 that
hee?   Titin. No, this was he

79     ill now) that talk'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 peece of
Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with the

83     wne, behold no more: 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 Octauius,
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 part 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. 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?   Sooth. None that I
know will be, Much that I fe

97     t thou?   Cob. Truly sir, all 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 Caesar
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 neere
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 shall be sorry for     Bru.

106    f Prouender. It is a
Creature 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
Ca

109    o the Senators, And tell
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 feare 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 wise

116     in my Will, I will 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 wrought
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 blunt
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 noyse
is that?   Luc. I heare none Madam

130    ill     Messa. Is not that he that
lyes vpon the ground?   Titin.

131    esar, And let me shew you
him that made the Will: Shall I descend

132    s they haue, alas I know
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 him: 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 dayes
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

144    inna. To finde out you:
Who's that, Metellus Cymber?   Cassi. No,

145     you     Bru. Caius Ligarius, 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 doubt
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 bleed 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 did
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

167    to Schoole together: Euen
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 quicke Spirit that is in Anton

174    man, and with this good
Sword That ran through Caesars bowels, se

175    enough to beare with me,
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 great
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     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. That's
not an Office for a friend,

185     ne're so much your
enemy, As that same Ague which hath made you

186    d from their colour flye,
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 that
shall be, So often shall the k

189    s the weakenesse of mine
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 the
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, And
some that smile haue in their hearts I f

195    an I should auoyd So soone
as that spare Cassius. He reades much,

196     You know that you are
Brutus 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 (till
now) that talk'd of Rome, That her wide

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 thinke
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 hee,
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

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 Gold:
If that thou bee'st a Roman, take it f

215    w that I did cry     Bru. Yes 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 that
too     Bru. Was the
Crowne of

224    nd noyse for?   Cask. Why for 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 ruddy
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 againe. 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 permission:
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 Caesar,
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 mou'd
By that which he will vtter     Bru. B

252    e me seeke into my selfe,
For that which is not in me?   Cas. The

253    'd from the true quality
With that which melteth Fooles, I meane

254    n all the Peoples hearts:
And that which would appeare Offence in

255    y speake right on: I tell
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 Must
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 doth
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 receiued
Letters, That yong Octauius, and Marke Anton

272
Cask. You shall confesse, that
you are both deceiu'd: Heere,

273    I, an itching Palme? You
know that you are Brutus that speakes th

274    u mad: 'Tis good you know
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. 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, and 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 Caesar that
you meane: Is it not, Cassius?

283    en worthinesse into your
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 done 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 will I
be, That your best Friends shall wish I

These are sentences after replacing the word (that) with the word
(which).

1
Bru. Why then leade on. O which a
man might know The end of th

2      Messala: Be thou
my witnesse, which against my will (As Pompey
was

3      ues warie
walking: Crowne him which, And then I graunt
we put a St

4       fearing
death     Bru. Grant which,
and then is Death a Benefit:

5      im. If Brutus
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 should
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 For
some new Honors, which are heap'd on
Caesar     Cassi

10     pt thoughts of men The
things which are not? O Error soone conceyu

11     hall not. With this I
depart, which as I slewe my best Louer
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 him,
and

14     f March     Caes. What man is which?   Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you

15     estion? It is the
bright day, which brings forth the Adder,
And th

16     I did not. He was 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 their
Cloakes, which by no meanes I may
discouer th

21      With what Addition     Mess. which by
proscription, and billes of

22     ll ready? What is now
amisse, which Caesar and his Senate must
red

23     ldren. Be not fond, To
thinke which Caesar beares such Rebell
bloo

24      not; Danger
knowes full well which Caesar is more
dangerous then

25     l vs what hath chanc'd
to day which Caesar lookes so sad     Cask.

26     ing, and dye all
Slaues; then which Caesar were dead, to liue
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 which
name b

29     aes. Who is it in the
presse, which calles on me? I heare a
Tongue

30     heir likes: For who so
firme, which cannot be seduc'd? Caesar
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 Flowers in
his way, which comes in Triumph ouer
Pompeyes

34     selfe, and scorn'd his
spirit which could be mou'd to smile at
any

35     t brings forth the
Adder, And which craues warie walking:
Crowne h

36     n stand vpon     Cask. Why he which
cuts off twenty yeares of life

37      Summers Euening
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 touch'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 from
Sardi

44     ons, Which you deny'd
me: was which done like Cassius? Should
I ha

45     pers as you bad
me     Cassi. which
done, repayre to Pompeyes Thea

46     e speake of seuenty
Senators, which dy'de By their
proscriptions,

47      byrth, But
kil'st the Mother which engendred thee     Tit. What P

48     Thinke not thou Noble
Romane, which euer Brutus will go bound
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     Bru. which
euery like is not the same, O

52      time as this, it
is not meet which euery nice offence should
bear

53     ath. When euery drop
of blood which euery Roman beares, and
Nobly

54     e may: But yet haue 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; and yon
grey Lines, which fret the Clouds, are
Messenger

58     s no lesse then his.
If then, which Friend demand, why Brutus
rose

59     ing Romans bath'd,
Signifies, which from you great Rome shall suck

60     and which they know
full well, which gaue me publike leaue to
speak

61     knot of vs be call'd,
The Men which gaue their Country liberty

62     e: I haue not from
your eyes, which gentlenesse And shew of
Loue,

63     ouidence of some high
Powers, which gouerne vs below     Cassi. Th

64     all sucke Reuiuing
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 Of any
promise which hath past from him     Cas. Bu

67     t: So are we Caesars
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 secret
Romans, which haue spoke the word, And
will

72      no lesse     Brut. And after which,
he came thus sad away
Cas

73     f him: If he loue
Caesar, all which he can do Is to himselfe;
take

74     e doth this our Caesar
feede, which he is growne so great?
Age, th

75      he would not 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 them
with

78     . O my heart!   Messa. Is not which
hee?   Titin. No, this was he

79     ill now) which talk'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 little
shew

82     thou bleeding peece of
Earth: which I am meeke and gentle with
the

83     wne, behold no more: 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 th

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 Octauius,
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 part of
Tyrannie which I doe beare, I can shake
off a

91     one which I know will
be, Much which I feare may chance: Good
morro

92     ie: you'l beare me a
bang for which I feare: proceede
directly

93     esar, hast thou
not?   Sooth. 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?   Sooth. None which I
know will be, Much which I fe

97     t thou?   Cob. Truly sir, all 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 Caesar
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 neere
me, which I may remember you     Treb. C

103    der Troopes And heere
againe, which I may rest assur'd Whether
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 shall be sorry for     Bru.

106    f Prouender. It is a
Creature 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
Ca

109    o the Senators, And tell
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 feare 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 wise

116     in my Will, I will not
come, which is enough to satisfie the
Sena

117    me part Of which quicke
Spirit which is in Antony: Let me not
hinde

118     to Caska, and to such
a man, which is no flearing Tell-tale.
Hold

119    se Caesar refus'd the
Crowne, which it had (almost) choaked Caesar

120    le Mettle may be wrought
From which it is dispos'd: therefore
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 house,
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 Wife:
I g

126    ow me all) a plaine blunt
man which loue my Friend, and which
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 noyse
is which?   Luc. I heare none Madam

130    ill     Messa. Is not which he
which lyes vpon the ground?   Titin.

131    esar, And let me shew you
him which made the Will: Shall I
descend

132    s they haue, alas I know
not, which made them do it: They are
Wise

133    ed round about With Horsemen,
which make to him on the Spurre,
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 lose
this

138    u. Nothing Messala     Messa. which me
thinkes is strange
Bru.

139     not to praise him: The
euill which men do, liues after them,
The

140     It seemes to me most
strange which men should feare, Seeing
which

141    e time And drawing dayes
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

144    inna. To finde out you:
Who's which, Metellus Cymber?   Cassi. No,

145     you     Bru. Caius Ligarius, which
Metellus spake of. Boy, stand

146    all. He would be crown'd:
How which might change his nature, there

147    readfull Obiects so
familiar, which Mothers shall but smile,
when

148    at we must make sicke?   Bru. which
must we also. What it is my Ca

149    d     Pin. I do not doubt
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 then
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 this
Ingra

154    e enough: I dare assure
thee, which no Enemy Shall euer take
aliue

155    this Ages yoake, Haue
wish'd, which Noble Brutus had his
eyes

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 Lucius,
til

158    he meditates     Clit. Now is which
Noble Vessell full of griefe,

159     shall Caesar bleed in
sport, which now on Pompeyes Basis lye
alon

160    destly discouer to your
selfe which of your selfe, which you
yet k

161    ourable man. You all did
see, which on the Lupercall, I thrice
pre

162    ands on such slippery
ground, which one of two bad wayes you
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 order of proscription Had
you

166    e will neuer follow any
thing which other men begin     Cas. Then

167    to Schoole together: Euen for
which our loue of old, I prethee
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? Gentle
kn

171     any further my
neglect, Then which poore Brutus with himselfe
at

172    attery Caesar: Desiring
thee, which Publius Cymber may Haue an
imm

173    esom: I do lacke some part
Of which quicke Spirit which is in
Anton

174    man, and with this good
Sword which ran through Caesars
bowels, se

175    enough to beare with me,
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 great
opinion which Rome holds of his Name:
wherei

180    which's certaine: We are
blest which Rome is rid of him     2 Peace

181     should be
satisfied     Ant. 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. which's
not an Office for a friend,

185     ne're so much your
enemy, As which same Ague which hath made
you

186    d from their colour flye,
And which same Eye, whose bend doth
awe

187    lius saying true,   Octa. All which
seru'd Brutus, I will entertai

188     the dust?   Cassi. So oft as which
shall be, So often shall the k

189    s the weakenesse of mine
eyes which shapes this monstrous
Appariti

190     die Messala: With
meditating which she must dye once, I haue
the

191    ide of Times. Woe to the
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, And some
which smile haue in their hearts
I f

195    an I should auoyd So soone
as which spare Cassius. He reades
much,

196     You know which you are
Brutus which speakes this, Or by the
Gods,

197    stice? What? Shall one of
Vs, which strucke the Formost man of
all

198    hen could they say (till
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 thinke
you which the Sword goes vp againe?
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 hee,
Did which they did, in enuy of great
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, which
gaue

210    m Arm'd so strong in
Honesty, which they passe by me, as the
idle

211    tous things Vnto the
Clymate, which they point vpon     Cic. Indee

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 will
fall

214    's Mine, Richer then Gold:
If which thou bee'st a Roman, take
it f

215    w which I did cry     Bru. Yes which
thou did'st: Did'st thou see a

216    be found. I thank thee
Brutus which thou hast prou'd Lucillius
say

217    u. Did'st thou dreame
Lucius, which thou so cryedst out?   Luc. My

218    eld to dye: There is so 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, opens
Grau

221    e put it by once: but for
all which, to my thinking, he would
fain

222    I did heare him grone: I,
and which Tongue of his, which bad
the Ro

223    last cry for?   Cask. Why for which
too     Bru. Was the
Crowne of

224    nd noyse for?   Cask. Why for 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 vnderneath
her

227    so strong: For with her
death which tydings came. With this
she fe

228    e him this: My heart laments,
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 ruddy
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 againe. But
those which vnderstood him, smil'd at
one

233    y him: For he loues to
heare, which Vnicornes may be betray'd
with

234    eir guiltinesse: Go you
downe which way towards the Capitoll,
This

235    leaue, and by permission:
And which we are contented Caesar
shall

236    r Starres, But in our
Selues, which we are vnderlings. Brutus
and

237    ne within, Besides the
things which we haue heard and seene,
Recou

238    pardon. You must note
beside, which we haue tride the vtmost
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 bad
cause

247    ught, and dye for Caesar,
And which were much he should: for
he is

248    s are so full of good
regard, which were you Antony, the Sonne
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 thee
do,

251    ch the people may be mou'd
By which which he will vtter     Bru. B

252    e me seeke into my selfe, For
which which is not in me?   Cas. The

253    'd from the true quality
With which which melteth Fooles, I
meane

254    n all the Peoples hearts:
And which which would appeare
Offence in

255    y speake right on: I tell
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 Must
end which worke, the Ides of March
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 doth
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 receiued
Letters, which yong Octauius, and Marke
Anton

272
Cask. You shall confesse, which
you are both deceiu'd: Heere,

273    I, an itching Palme? You
know which you are Brutus which
speakes th

274    u mad: 'Tis good you know
not which you are his Heires, For 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. which
you do loue me, I am nothing i

277    is very much lamented
Brutus, which you haue no such Mirrors,
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. Censure
me in

280     for my cause, and be
silent, which you may heare. Beleeue me
for

281    sedom, and awake your
Senses, which you may the better Iudge.
If t

282    ons are     Cask. 'Tis Caesar which
you meane: Is it not, Cassius?

283    en worthinesse into your
eye, which you might see your shadow:
I h

284    loue you all, Vpon this
hope, which you shall giue me Reasons,
Why

285    ry for     Bru. You haue done 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 will I
be, which your best Friends shall
wish I