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Julius Caesar (Modern)

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar
Enter Flavius, Murellus, and certain commoners over the stage.
Flavius 5Hence! Home, you idle creatures! Get you home!
Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day, without the sign
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
10Carpenter Why, sir, a carpenter.
Murellus Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
You, sir, what trade are you?
Cobbler Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am 15but as you would say, a cobbler.
Murellus But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
Cobbler A trade, sir, that I hope I may use, with a safe conscience, which is indeed sir, a mender of bad soles.
Flavius What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, 20what trade?
Cobbler Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me. Yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
Murellus What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?
25Cobbler Why, sir, cobble you.
Flavius Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Cobbler Truly sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters; but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes: 30when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone upon my handiwork.
Flavius But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
35Cobbler Truly sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Murellus Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
40What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
You blocks! You stones! You worse than senseless things!
O you hard hearts! You cruel men of Rome!
Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?
45Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome?
50And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?
55And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
60Run to your houses! Fall upon your knees!
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude!
Flavius Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
65Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Exeunt all the Commoners.
See whe'er their basest mettle be not moved:
70They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I. Disrobe the images,
If you do find them decked with ceremonies.
Murellus May we do so?
75You know it is the Feast of Lupercal.
Flavius It is no matter. Let no images
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
80These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing,
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calpurnia, Portia, 85Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer; after them Murellus and Flavius.
Peace ho! Caesar speaks.
90Calpurnia Here, my Lord.
Caesar Stand you directly in Antonio's way
When he doth run his course. Antonio!
Antony Caesar, my Lord?
Caesar Forget not in your speed, Antonio,
95To touch Calpurnia, for our elders say,
The barren touchèd in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
I shall remember.
When Caesar says, "Do this," it is performed.
100Caesar Set on, and leave no ceremony out.
Soothsayer Caesar!
Caesar Ha? Who calls?
Casca Bid every noise be still! Peace yet again!
Caesar Who is it in the press that calls on me?
105I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar." Speak! Caesar is turned to hear.
Beware the ides of March.
What man is that?
Brutus A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
110Caesar Set him before me. Let me see his face.
Cassius Fellow, come from the throng! Look upon Caesar.
Caesar What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.
Caesar He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
Exeunt [all but Brutus and Cassius].
Cassius Will you go see the order of the course?
Brutus Not I.
Cassius I pray you, do.
Brutus I am not gamesome. I do lack some part
120Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires.
I'll leave you.
Cassius Brutus, I do observe you now of late.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
125And show of love as I was wont to have.
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
130I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors;
135But let not therefore my good friends be grieved,
Among which number, Cassius, be you one,
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
140Cassius Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Brutus No, Cassius, 145for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
Cassius 'Tis just.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
150Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
155And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Brutus Into what dangers, would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
160For that which is not in me?
Cassius Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear;
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
165That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
Were I a common laughter, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
170That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish, and shout.
175Brutus What means this shouting? I do fear the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
180Brutus I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be ought toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i'th'other,
185And I will look on both indifferently.
For let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.
Cassius I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favor.
190Well, honor is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life, but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
195I was born free as Caesar, so were you;
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber, chafing with her shores,
200Caesar said to me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood
And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
Accoutrèd as I was, I plungèd in,
And bade him follow. So indeed he did.
205The torrent roared, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink."
210I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tirèd Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
215A wretched creature and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.
220His coward lips did from their color fly,
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
225"Alas," it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,"
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Shout. Flourish.
Brutus Another general shout?
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
Cassius Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world
235Like a colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
240But in ourselves that we are underlings.
"Brutus" and "Caesar." What should be in that "Caesar"?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together: yours is as fair a name.
Sound them: it doth become the mouth as well.
245Weigh them: it is as heavy. Conjure with 'em:
"Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar."
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
250Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walks encompassed but one man?
255Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough
When there is in it but one only man.
Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brutus once that would have brooked
Th'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
260As easily as a king.
Brutus That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
What you would work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this and of these times
I shall recount hereafter. For this present,
265I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
270Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
275Cassius I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Enter Caesar and his train.
Brutus The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
280Cassius As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note today.
Brutus I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
285The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train:
Calpurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
290Being crossed in conference by some senators.
Cassius Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caesar Antonio!
Antony Caesar?
Caesar Let me have men about me that are fat,
295Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
Antony Fear him not Caesar, he's not dangerous,
He is a noble Roman, and well given.
300Caesar Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
He is a great observer, and he looks
305Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
310Such men as he be never at heart's ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be feared
Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar.
315Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.
Exeunt Caesar and [all] his train [but Casca].
Casca You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak with me?
320Brutus Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today,
That Caesar looks so sad.
Casca Why, you were with him, were you not?
Brutus I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
Casca Why, there was a crown offered him; and being 325offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.
Brutus What was the second noise for?
Casca Why, for that too.
Cassius They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?
330Casca Why, for that too.
Brutus Was the crown offered him thrice?
Casca Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbors shouted.
335Cassius Who offered him the crown?
Casca Why, Antony.
Brutus Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it. It was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw 340Mark Antony offered him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown, neither; 'twas one of these coronets. And as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by again. But to my 345thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by. And still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty nightcaps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath, 350because Caesar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Caesar, for he swooned, and fell down at it. And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
355Cassius But soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swoon?
Casca He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
Brutus 'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness.
Cassius No, Caesar hath it not, but you and I,
360And honest Casca: we have the falling sickness.
Casca I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the 365theater, I am no true man.
Brutus What said he, when he came unto himself?
Casca Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat 370to cut. And I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues, and so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, if he had done or said anything amiss, he desired their worships to think 375it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I stood, cried, "Alas, good soul," and forgave him with all their hearts. But there's no heed to be taken of them. If Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
380Brutus And after that, he came thus sad away.
Casca Ay.
Cassius Did Cicero say anything?
Casca Ay, he spoke Greek.
Cassius To what effect?
385Casca Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i'th'face again. But those that understood him, smiled at one another and shook their heads. But for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Murellus and Flavius, for pulling scarves 390off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
Cassius Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
Casca No, I am promised forth.
395Cassius Will you dine with me tomorrow?
Casca Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.
Cassius Good, I will expect you.
Casca Do so. Farewell both.
400Brutus What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
He was quick mettle when he went to school.
Cassius So is he now, in execution
Of any bold, or noble enterprise,
However he puts on this tardy form.
405This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Which gives men stomach to digest his words
With better appetite.
And so it is.
For this time I will leave you:
410Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you, or if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Cassius I will do so. Till then, think of the world. Exit Brutus.
415Well, Brutus, thou art noble, yet I see
Thy honorable mettle may be wrought
From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet
That noble minds keep ever with their likes,
For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
420Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
He should not humor me. I will this night
In several hands in at his windows throw,
As if they came from several citizens,
425Writings, all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely
Caesar's ambition shall be glancèd at.
And after this, let Caesar seat him sure,
For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca and Cicero.
Cicero Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?
Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?
435Casca Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
Th'ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
440To be exalted with the threatening clouds,
But never till tonight, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
445Incenses them to send destruction.
Cicero Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?
Casca A common slave, you know him well by sight,
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,
450Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
Besides--I ha'not since put up my sword--
Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Who glazed upon me and went surly by,
Without annoying me. And there were drawn
455Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformèd with their fear, who swore they saw
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
And yesterday, the bird of night did sit
Even at noonday upon the marketplace,
460Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
"These are their reasons, they are natural,"
For I believe they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
465Cicero Indeed, it is a strange disposèd time.
But men may construe things after their fashion
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?
Casca He doth, for he did bid Antonio
470Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.
Cicero Good night then, Casca. This disturbèd sky
Is not to walk in.
Farewell Cicero.
Exit Cicero.
Enter Cassius.
Who's there?
A Roman.
Casca, by your voice.
Casca Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this?
480Cassius A very pleasing night to honest men.
Casca Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
Cassius Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walked about the streets,
485Submitting me unto the perilous night,
And thus unbracèd, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone,
And when the cross blue lightning seemed to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
490Even in the aim and very flash of it.
Casca But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
495Cassius You are dull, Casca, And those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
500To see the strange impatience of the heavens.
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
505Why all these things change from their ordinance,
Their natures and preformèd faculties
To monstrous quality--why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits
To make them instruments of fear and warning
510Unto some monstrous state.
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man,
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars,
As doth the lion in the Capitol,
515A man no mightier than thyself or me
In personal action, yet prodigious grown
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
Casca 'Tis Caesar that you mean. Is it not, Cassius?
520Cassius Let it be who it is, for Romans now
Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors.
But woe the while, our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are governed with our mothers' spirits.
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
525Casca Indeed, they say, the senators tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king,
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land
In every place, save here in Italy.
Cassius I know where I will wear this dagger then:
530Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong,
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron
535Can be retentive to the strength of spirit,
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear
540I can shake off at pleasure.
Thunder still.
So can I:
So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.
Cassius And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
545Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep;
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome,
550What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman; then I know
555My answer must be made. But I am armed,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
Casca You speak to Casca, and to such a man
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand.
Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
560And I will set this foot of mine as far
As who goes farthest.
There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
565To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honorable dangerous consequence,
And I do know by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch. For now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets,
570And the complexion of the element
In favor's like the work we have in hand:
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna.
Casca Stand close awhile, for here comes one in 575haste.
Cassius 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?
Cinna To find out you. Who's that, Metellus Cimber?
580Cassius No, it is Casca, one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna?
Cinna I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this?
There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
585Cassius Am I not stayed for? Tell me.
Cinna Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could
But win the noble Brutus to our party--
Cassius Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
590And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it. And throw this
In at his window. Set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue. All this done,
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
595Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cinna All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cassius That done, repair to Pompey's theater.
Exit Cinna.
Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire
Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
605Casca Oh, he sits high in all the people's hearts,
And that which would appear offense in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
Cassius Him and his worth and our great need of him
610You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight, and ere day,
We will awake him and be sure of him.
Enter Brutus in his orchard.
Brutus What, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day-- Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
620When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
Enter Lucius.
Lucius Called you, my lord?
Brutus Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
625Lucius I will, my Lord.
Brutus It must be by his death, and for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crowned.
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
630It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
And then I grant we put a sting in him
That at his will he may do danger with.
Th'abuse of greatness is when it disjoins
635Remorse from power, and to speak truth of Caesar,
I have not known when his affections swayed
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face,
640But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
Then lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel
645Will bear no color for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities;
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
Which hatched would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
650And kill him in the shell.
Enter Lucius.
Lucius The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure
655It did not lie there when I went to bed.
Gives him the letter.
Brutus Get you to bed again; it is not day.
Is not tomorrow, boy, the first of March?
Lucius I know not, sir.
660Brutus Look in the calender, and bring me word.
Lucius I will, sir.
Brutus The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Give so much light that I may read by them.
Opens the letter and reads.
"Brutus, thou sleep'st. Awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, etc. Speak, strike, redress!"
"Brutus, thou sleep'st. Awake."
Such instigations have been often dropped
Where I have took them up.
"Shall Rome, etc."
Thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was called a king.
"Speak, strike, redress!"
Am I entreated
675To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.
Enter Lucius.
Lucius Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
Knock within.
Brutus 'Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody knocks:
[Exit Lucius.]
Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
685And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma or a hideous dream:
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council, and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
690The nature of an insurrection.
Enter Lucius.
Lucius Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
Is he alone?
No, sir. There are more with him.
Do you know them?
Lucius No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
700By any mark of favor.
Let 'em enter.
[Exit Lucius.]
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O then, by day
705Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy!
Hide it in smiles and affability!
For if thou put thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
710To hide thee from prevention.
Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
Cassius I think we are too bold upon your rest.
Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you?
715Brutus I have been up this hour, awake all night.
Know I these men that come along with you?
Cassius Yes, every man of them, and no man here
But honors you, and every one doth wish
You had but that opinion of yourself
720Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
He is welcome hither.
This, Decius Brutus.
He is welcome too.
725Cassius This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
Brutus They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
730Cassius Shall I entreat a word?
They whisper.
Decius Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here?
Casca No.
Cinna O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
735That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
Casca You shall confess that you are both deceived.
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
740Some two months hence, up higher toward the north
He first presents his fire, and the high east
Stands as the Capitol, directly here.
Brutus Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Cassius And let us swear our resolution.
745Brutus No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse--
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence, to his idle bed.
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
750Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards and to steel with valor
The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
What need we any spur but our own cause
755To prick us to redress? What other bond
Than secret Romans that have spoke the word
And will not palter? And what other oath,
Than honesty to honesty engaged,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it.
760Swear priests and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs. Unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt, but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
765Nor th'insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think that or our cause or our performance
Did need an oath, when every drop of blood
That every Roman bears--and nobly bears--
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
770If he do break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath passed from him.
Cassius But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
I think he will stand very strong with us.
Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means.
Metellus O let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands.
780Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.
Brutus Oh, name him not; let us not break with him,
For he will never follow anything
That other men begin.
Then leave him out.
Indeed, he is not fit.
Decius Shall no man else be touched but only Caesar?
Cassius Decius well urged. I think it is not meet
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
790Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him
A shrewd contriver. And you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
795Brutus Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
800We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,
And in the spirit of men there is no blood.
Oh, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,
805Let's kill him boldly but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage
810And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
Our purpose necessary and not envious;
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be called purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him,
815For he can do no more than Caesar's arm,
When Caesar's head is off.
Yet I fear him,
For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar--
Brutus Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
820If he love Caesar, all that he can do
Is to himself: take thought, and die for Caesar.
And that were much he should, for he is given
To sports, to wildness, and much company.
Trebonius There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
825For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
Clock strikes.
Peace! Count the clock.
The clock hath stricken three.
'Tis time to part.
But it is doubtful yet
Whether Caesar will come forth today or no.
For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
835It may be these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustomed terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers
May hold him from the Capitol today.
Decius Never fear that. If he be so resolved
840I can o'ersway him. For he loves to hear
That unicorns may be betrayed with trees,
And bears with glasses; elephants, with holes;
Lions, with toils; and men, with flatterers.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
845He says he does, being then most flatterèd.
Let me work.
For I can give his humor the true bent,
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Cassius Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
850Brutus By the eighth hour. Is that the uttermost?
Cinna Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
Metellus Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.
I wonder none of you have thought of him.
855Brutus Now, good Metellus, go along by him.
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cassius The morning comes upon's. We'll leave you, Brutus.
860And friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
Brutus Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
865With untired spirits and formal constancy.
And so good morrow to you every one.
Exeunt [all but] Brutus.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
870Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men.
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Enter Portia.
Brutus, my Lord.
875Brutus Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Portia Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed, and yesternight at supper
880You suddenly arose and walked about,
Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
And when I asked you what the matter was,
You stared upon me, with ungentle looks.
I urged you further; then you scratched your head
885And too impatiently stamped with your foot.
Yet I insisted; yet you answered not,
But with an angry wafture of your hand
Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,
Fearing to strengthen that impatience
890Which seemed too much enkindled, and withal
Hoping it was but an effect of humor,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
And could it work so much upon your shape
895As it hath much prevailed on your condition,
I should not know you Brutus. Dear my Lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
Brutus I am not well in health, and that is all.
Portia Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
900He would embrace the means to come by it.
Brutus Why so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
Portia Is Brutus sick? And is it physical
To walk unbracèd and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
905And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurgèd air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus.
You have some sick offense within your mind,
910Which by the right and virtue of my place
I ought to know of. And upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
915That you unfold to me, your self, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men tonight
Have had resort to you. For here have been
Some six or seven who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Portia I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I your self,
925But as it were in sort, or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
930Brutus You are my true and honorable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Portia If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant I am a woman, but withal
935A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.
I grant I am a woman, but withal
A woman well reputed, Cato's daughter.
Think you I am no stronger than my sex
Being so fathered, and so husbanded?
940Tell me your counsels; I will not disclose 'em.
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience
And not my husband's secrets?
O ye gods!
Render me worthy of this noble wife.
Hark, hark, one knocks! Portia go in awhile,
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
950All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows.
Leave me with haste.
Exit Portia.
Enter Lucius and Ligarius.
Lucius, who's that knocks.
955Lucius Here is a sick man that would speak with you.
Brutus Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?
Ligarius Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
Brutus O what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
960To wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick!.
Ligarius I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honor.
Brutus Such an exploit have I in hand Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
965Ligarius By all the gods that Romans bow before,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome,
Brave son, derived from honorable loins,
Thou like an exorcist hast conjured up
My mortifièd spirit. Now bid me run,
970And I will strive with things impossible,
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Brutus A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
Ligarius But are not some whole, that we must make sick?
975Brutus That must we also. What it is my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee as we are going
To whom it must be done.
Set on your foot,
And with a heart new-fired, I follow you
980To do I know not what, but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
Brutus Follow me, then.
985Caesar Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight.
Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
"Help, ho, they murder Caesar!" Who's within?
Enter a servant.
990Servant My Lord.
Caesar Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success.
Servant I will, my lord.
Enter Calpurnia.
995Calpurnia What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
You shall not stir out of your house today.
Caesar Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me
Ne'er looked but on my back. When they shall see
The face of Caesar, they are vanishèd.
1000Calpurnia Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lionness hath whelpèd in the streets,
1005And graves have yawned and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds
In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,
Which drizzeled blood upon the Capitol.
The noise of battle hurtled in the air:
1010Horses do neigh, and dying men did groan,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
O Caesar, these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
What can be avoided
Thunder and lightning. Enter Julius Caesar in his nightgown.
And I do fear them.
What can be avoided
1015Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
Yet Caesar shall go forth, for these predictions
Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
Calpurnia When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes
1020Caesar Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
1025Will come when it will come.
Enter a servant.
What say the augurers?
Servant They would not have you to stir forth today.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
1030They could not find a heart within the beast.
Caesar The gods do this in shame of cowardice.
Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home today for fear.
No Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well
1035That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
We are two lions littered in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible;
And Caesar shall go forth.
Alas, my Lord,
1040Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
Do not go forth today. Call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate House,
And he shall say you are not well today.
1045Let me upon my knee prevail in this.
Caesar Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
And for thy humor, I will stay at home.
Enter Decius.
Here's Decius Brutus. He shall tell them so.
1050Decius Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar,
I come to fetch you to the Senate House.
Caesar And you are come in very happy time
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them that I will not come today--
1055Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser:
I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.
Say he is sick.
Shall Caesar send a lie?
Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far
1060To be afeard to tell gray-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
Decius Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.
Caesar The cause is in my will; I will not come.
1065That is enough to satisfy the Senate.
But for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.
She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,
1070Which like a fountain with an hundred spouts
Did run pure blood, and many lusty Romans
Came smiling and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
1075Hath begged that I will stay at home today.
Decius This dream is all amiss interpreted:
It was a vision fair and fortunate.
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
1080Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
Caesar And this way have you well expounded it.
1085Decius I have, when you have heard what I can say,
And know it now: the Senate have concluded
To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
If you shall send them word you will not come,
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
1090Apt to be rendered for someone to say,
"Break up the Senate till another time,
When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams."
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
"Lo, Caesar is afraid"?
1095Pardon me, Caesar, for my dear dear love
To your proceeding bids me tell you this,
And reason to my love is liable.
Caesar How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia?
I am ashamèd I did yield to them.
1100Give me my robe, for I will go.
Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, Cinna, and Publius.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Good morrow, Caesar.
Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
As that same ague which hath made you lean.
1110What is't o'clock?
Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
Caesar I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
Enter Antony.
See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,
1115Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
So to most noble Caesar.
Bid them prepare within.
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna. Now, Metellus. What, Trebonius,
1120I have an hour's talk in store for you.
Remember that you call on me today.
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Trebonius Caesar I will, [aside] and so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
1125Caesar Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me.
And we, like friends, will straight way go together.
Brutus [aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon.
Enter Artemidorus [reading a paper].
"Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber. Decius Brutus loves thee not. Thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou be'est not 1135immortal, look about you. Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee. Thy lover, Artemidorus."
Here will I stand, till Caesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
1140My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
1145Portia I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay?
To know my errand, madam.
Portia I would have had thee there and here again
1150Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue.
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel.
1155Art thou here yet?
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
Portia Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
1160For he went sickly forth, and take good note
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy, what noise is that?
I hear none, madam.
Prithee, listen well:
1165I heard a bustling rumor, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Lucius Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter the Soothsayer.
Portia Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
1170Soothsayer At mine own house, good lady.
What is't o'clock?
About the ninth hour, lady.
Portia Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
Soothsayer Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand
1175To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Portia Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Soothsayer That I have, lady, if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me:
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
1180Portia Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
Soothsayer None that I know will be; much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow.
1185The throng that follows Caesar at the heels
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
1190Portia I must go in. Ay me! How weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprise.
Sure the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit
1195That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint!
Run Lucius, and commend me to my lord!
Say I am merry. Come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Publius, [Popilius Lena,] and the Soothsayer.
Caesar The ides of March are come.
1205Soothsayer Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
Artemidorus Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.
Decius Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Artemidorus O Caesar, read mine first, for mine's a suit
1210That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.
Caesar What touches us ourself shall be last served.
Artemidorus Delay not Caesar, read it instantly!
What, is the fellow mad?
Sirrah, give place.
1215Cassius What, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the Capitol.
[Caesar and his train move away.]
Popilius I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
What enterprise, Popilius?
Fare you well.
[moves toward Caesar]
1220Brutus What said Popilius Lena?
Cassius He wished today our enterprise might thrive:
I fear our purpose is discoverèd.
Brutus Look how he makes to Caesar: mark him.
Cassius Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
1225Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant.
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,
1230For look he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
Cassius Trebonius knows his time, for look you, Brutus,
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
[Exeunt Antony and Trebonius.]
Decius Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
1235Brutus He is addressed. Press near, and second him.
Cinna Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Caesar Are we all ready? What is now amiss,
That Caesar and his senate must redress?
Metellus Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar!
1240Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart.
I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
1245And turn preordinance and first decree
Into the lane of children. Be not fond
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
That will be thawed from the true quality
With that which melteth fools--I mean sweet words,
1250Low-crookèd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banishèd.
If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way!
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
1255Will he be satisfied.
Metellus Is there no voice more worthy than my own
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
For the repealing of my banished brother?
Brutus I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar,
1260Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
What, Brutus?
Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
1265To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Caesar I could be well moved, if I were as you.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fixed and resting quality,
1270There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
So in the world: 'tis furnished well with men,
1275And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank
Unshaked of motion, and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this:
1280That I was constant Cimber should be banished,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
O Caesar--
Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Great Caesar--
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca Speak, hands, for me!
They stab Caesar.
Caesar Et tu Brutè? --Then fall, Caesar!
Cinna Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
1290Run hence! Proclaim! Cry it about the streets!
Cassius Some to the common pulpits and cry out!
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Brutus People and senators, be not affrighted.
Fly not! Stand still! Ambition's debt is paid.
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
Brutus Where's Publius?
Cinna Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Metellus Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
1300Should chance--
Brutus Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer.
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.
Cassius And leave us, Publius, lest that the people
1305Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Brutus Do so, and let no man abide this deed
But we the doers.
Enter Trebonius.
Where is Antony?
Fled to his house amazed.
Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run
As it were doomsday.
Fates, we will know your pleasures.
That we shall die, we know. 'Tis but the time
1315And drawing days out that men stand upon.
Casca Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Brutus Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
1320His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesars blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords.
Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
1325Let's all cry, "Peace, freedom, and liberty!"
Cassius Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Brutus How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
1330That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust!
So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be called
The men that gave their country liberty.
What, shall we forth?
Ay, every man away.
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a servant.
1340Brutus Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
Servant Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,
And being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
"Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
1345Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving.
Say I love Brutus, and I honor him;
Say I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
1350How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
So well as Brutus living, but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
1355With all true faith."
So says my master Antony.
Brutus Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied, and by my honor
1360Depart untouched.
I'll fetch him presently.
Exit servant.
Brutus I know that we shall have him well to friend.
Cassius I wish we may, but yet have I a mind
That fears him much, and my misgiving still
1365Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Enter Antony.
Brutus But here comes Antony: Welcome, Mark Antony.
Antony O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
1370Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank;
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
1375As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument
Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
1380Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die;
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
1385Brutus O Antony! Beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As by our hands and this our present act
You see we do. Yet see you but our hands
And this, the bleeding business they have done.
1390Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful,
And pity to the general wrong of Rome--
As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity--
Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.
1395Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in,
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cassius Your voice shall be as strong as any man's,
In the disposing of new dignities.
1400Brutus Only be patient, till we have appeased
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man render me his bloody hand.
First, Marcus Brutus. will I shake with you;
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
Now, Decius Brutus yours; now yours, Metellus;
1410Yours, Cinna; and my valiant Casca, yours;
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Gentlemen all. Alas, what shall I say?
My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me:
1415Either a coward, or a flatterer.
That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true!
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death
To see thy Antony making his peace,
1420Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes--
Most noble -- in the presence of thy corpse?
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
1425In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me Julius! Here was't thou bayed, brave hart,
Here did'st thou fall, and here thy hunters stand
Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned in thy Lethe.
O world! Thou wast the forest to this hart,
1430And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie!
Mark Antony--
Pardon me, Caius Cassius.
1435The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Then in a friend it is cold modesty.
Cassius I blame you not for praising Caesar so,
But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be pricked in number of our friends,
1440Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Antony Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
Swayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
1445Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
Brutus Or else were this a savage spectacle.
Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.
That's all I seek,
And am moreover suitor that I may
Produce his body to the marketplace,
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
You shall, Mark Antony.
Brutus, a word with you:
You know not what you do! Do not consent
That Antony speak in his funeral.
Know you how much the people may be moved
1460By that which he will utter?
By your pardon:
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death.
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
1465He speaks by leave and by permission,
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
Cassius I know not what may fall. I like it not.
1470Brutus Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
And say you do't by our permission.
Else shall you not have any hand at all
1475About his funeral. And you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Be it so.
I do desire no more.
1480Brutus Prepare the body, then, and follow us.
[Exeunt all but] Antony.
Antony O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
1485That ever livèd in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue:
1490A curse shall light upon the limbs of men,
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
1495That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge,
With Atè by his side come hot from hell,
1500Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter Octavius' servant.
1505You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
Servant I do, Mark Antony.
Antony Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
Servant He did receive his letters and is coming,
And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
1510O Caesar!
Antony Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
Passion I see is catching, for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water. Is thy master coming?
1515Servant He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
Antony Post back with speed, And tell him what hath chanced.
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet.
1520Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile;
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corpse
Into the marketplace. There shall I try
In my oration how the people take
The cruel issue of these bloody men,
1525According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand.
Enter Brutus and goes into the pulpit, and Cassius with the plebians.
1530Plebians We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!
Brutus Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
Cassius, go you into the other street,
And part the numbers.
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
1535Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be rendered
Of Caesar's death.
1 Plebian
I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Plebian I will hear Cassius and compare their reasons,
1540When severally we hear them renderèd.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Plebians.]
3 Plebian The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence!
Brutus Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for 1545mine honor, and have respect to mine honor that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If 1550then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; 1555as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy, for his fortune; honor, for his valor; and death, for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him 1560have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak, for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
All None, Brutus, none.
1565Brutus Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offenses enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter Mark Antony, with Caesar's body.
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall not? With this, I depart, that as I slew my 1575best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
All Live Brutus! Live! Live!
1 Plebian Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
15802 Plebian Give him a statue with his ancestors.
3 Plebian
Let him be Caesar.
4 Plebian
Caesar's better parts,
Shall be crowned in Brutus.
1 Plebian We'll bring him to his house 1585with shouts and clamors.
Brutus My countrymen!
2 Plebian Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Plebian Peace, ho!
Brutus Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
1590And for my sake, stay here with Antony.
Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony
By our permission is allowed to make.
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
1595Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
1 Plebian Stay, ho! And let us hear Mark Antony.
3 Plebian Let him go up into the public chair.
We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
Antony For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
16004 Plebian What does he say of Brutus?
3 Plebian He says, for Brutus' sake
He finds himself beholding to us all.
4 Plebian 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here!
1 Plebian
This Caesar was a tyrant.
16053 Plebian
Nay, that's certain:
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
2 Plebian Peace! Let us hear what Antony can say.
You gentle Romans--
Peace, ho! Let us hear him.
1610Antony Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interrèd with their bones:
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
1615Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honorable man,
1620So are they all, all honorable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend: faithful and just to me.
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
1625He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
1630Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
1635Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am, to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause.
1640What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason! Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
16451 Plebian Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
2 Plebian If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.
3 Plebian
Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
4 Plebian Marked ye his words? He would not take the crown;
1650Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
1 Plebian If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
2 Plebian Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3 Plebian There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
4 Plebian Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
1655Antony But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters! If I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
1660I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who you all know are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable men.
1665But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.
Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which pardon me, I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,
1670And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
16754 Plebian We'll hear the will! Read it, Mark Antony!
All The will! The will! We will hear Caesar's will!
Antony Have patience, gentle friends. I must not read it.
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
1680And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
It will inflame you; it will make you mad.
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,
For if you should, oh, what would come of it?
4 Plebian Read the will! We'll hear it, Antony!
1685You shall read us the will! Caesar's will!
Antony Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it,
I fear I wrong the honorable men
Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.
16904 Plebian They were traitors! "Honorable men"?
All The will! The testament!
2 Plebian They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the will!
Antony You will compel me then to read the will?
1695Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Come down!
2 Plebian
17003 Plebian
You shall have leave.
4 Plebian
A ring!
Stand round!
1 Plebian
Stand from the hearse! Stand from the body!
2 Plebian Room for Antony! Most noble Antony!
Antony Nay, press not so upon me! Stand far'er off.
1705All Stand back! Room! Bear back!
Antony If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on.
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
1710That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
Through this, the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed,
And as he plucked his cursèd steel away,
1715Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
As rushing out of doors to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him.
1720This was the most unkindest cut of all,
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him; then burst his mighty heart,
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
1725Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
1730Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here!
Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.
17351 Plebian
Oh, piteous spectacle!
2 Plebian
O noble Caesar!
3 Plebian
Oh, woeful day!
4 Plebian
Oh, traitors! Villains!
1 Plebian
Oh, most bloody sight!
17402 Plebian
We will be revenged!
All Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
Let not a traitor live!
Stay, countrymen!
1 Plebian Peace there! Hear the noble Antony!
17452 Plebian We'll hear him! We'll follow him! We'll die with him.
Antony Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honorable.
1750What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it. They are wise and honorable,
And will no doubt with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
I am no orator, as Brutus is,
1755But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man
That love my friend, and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech
1760To stir men's blood. I only speak right on.
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
1765Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
We'll mutiny!
1 Plebian
We'll burn the house of Brutus!
17703 Plebian Away then! Come, seek the conspirators!
Antony Yet hear me countrymen! Yet hear me speak!
All Peace, ho! Hear Antony! Most noble Antony!
Antony Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
1775Alas you know not. I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
All Most true! The will! Let's stay and hear the will!
Antony Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
1780To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2 Plebian Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death!
3 Plebian
O royal Caesar!
Hear me with patience.
Peace ho!
1785Antony Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbors, and new-planted orchards
On this side Tiber. He hath left them you
And to your heirs forever--common pleasures
To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
1790Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
1 Plebian Never, never! Come! Away! Away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses!
Take up the body!
17952 Plebian Go! Fetch fire!
3 Plebian Pluck down benches!
4 Plebian Pluck down forms, windows, anything!
Exit Plebians [with the body].
Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot:
1800Take thou what course thou wilt.
How now, fellow?
Enter servant.
Servant Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Antony Where is he?
1805Servant He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
Antony And thither will I straight to visit him.
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything.
Servant I heard him say Brutus and Cassius
1810Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Antony Belike they had some notice of the people
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebians.
Cinna I dreamt tonight, that I did feast with Caesar,
1815And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
1 Plebian What is your name?
2 Plebian Whither are you going?
18203 Plebian Where do you dwell?
4 Plebian Are you a married man or a bachelor?
2 Plebian Answer every man directly.
1 Plebian Ay, and briefly.
4 Plebian Ay, and wisely.
18253 Plebian Ay, and truly, you were best.
Cinna What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then to answer every man, directly and briefly, wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
18302 Plebian That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed directly!
Cinna Directly I am going to Caesar's funeral.
1 Plebian As a friend or an enemy?
1835Cinna As a friend.
2 Plebian That matter is answered directly.
4 Plebian For your dwelling--briefly.
Cinna Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Plebian Your name sir, truly.
1840Cinna Truly, my name is Cinna.
1 Plebian Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator!
Cinna I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet!
4 Plebian Tear him for his bad verses! Tear him for his bad verses!
1845Cinna I am not Cinna the conspirator.
4 Plebian It is no matter; his name's Cinna. Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
3 Plebian Tear him! Tear him! Come! Brands ho! Firebrands to Brutus! To Cassius! Burn all! Some to Decius' house, 1850and some to Casca's! Some to Ligarius'! Away, go!
Exeunt all the plebians.
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.
Antony These many then shall die; their names are pricked.
1855Octavius Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?
I do consent.
Prick him down, Antony.
Lepidus Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
1860Antony He shall not live. Look, with a spot I damn him.
But Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house,
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lepidus What, shall I find you here?
1865Octavius Or here, or at the Capitol.
Exit Lepidus
Antony This is a slight, unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
So you thought him,
And took his voice who should be pricked to die
In our black sentence and proscription.
Antony Octavius, I have seen more days than you,
And though we lay these honors on this man
1875To ease ourselves of divers sland'rous loads,
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
1880Then take we down his load and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears
And graze in commons.
You may do your will,
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
1885Antony So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion governed by my spirit.
1890And in some taste is Lepidus but so:
He must be taught, and trained, and bid go forth--
A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations,
Which out of use, and staled by other men,
1895Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers; we must straight make head.
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
1900Our best friends made, our means stretched,
And let us presently go sit in council
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
And open perils surest answerèd.
Octavius Let us do so, for we are at the stake
1905And bayed about with many enemies,
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and the army. Titinius and Pindarus meet them.
1910Brutus Stand, ho!
Lucilius Give the word, ho, and stand!
Brutus What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
Lucilius He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.
1915Brutus He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand
I shall be satisfied.
I do not doubt
But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
Brutus He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,
How he received you. Let me be resolved.
1925Lucilius With courtesy and with respect enough,
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference
As he hath used of old.
Thou hast described
1930A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforcèd ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith,
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
1935Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
Low march within.
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
1940Lucilius They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.
Enter Cassius and his powers.
Hark! he is arrived.
1945March gently on to meet him.
Cassius Stand, ho!
Brutus Stand, ho! Speak the word along!
1 Soldier Stand!
2 Soldier Stand!
19503 Soldier Stand!
Cassius Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
Brutus Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Cassius Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
1955And when you do them--
Cassius, be content.
Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
1960Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
1965A little from this ground.
Brutus Lucilius, do you the like, and let no man
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
Exeunt [all but] Brutus and Cassius.
Cassius That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians,
Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, was slighted off
1975Brutus You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cassius In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offense should bear his comment.
Brutus Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
1980To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
I, an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
Or by the gods, this speech were else your last!
1985Brutus The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cassius Chastisement!
Brutus Remember March, the ides of March remember.
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
1990What villain touched his body that did stab
And not for justice? What, shall one of us
That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
1995And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be graspèd thus?
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.
Brutus, bait not me!
2000I'll not endure it. You forget yourself
To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.
Brutus Go to. You are not Cassius.
2005Cassius I am.
Brutus I say, you are not.
Cassius Urge me no more! I shall forget myself.
Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.
Brutus Away, slight man.
Is't possible?
Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Cassius O ye gods! Ye gods! Must I endure all this?
2015Brutus All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break.
Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humor? By the gods,
2020You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you. For from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
Is it come to this?
2025Brutus You say you are a better soldier.
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Cassius You wrong me every way. 2030You wrong me, Brutus.
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I say "better"?
If you did, I care not.
Cassius When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
2035Brutus Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
Cassius I durst not?
Brutus No.
What? durst not tempt him?
For your life you durst not.
2040Cassius Do not presume too much upon my love;
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Brutus You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am armed so strong in honesty
2045That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,
For I can raise no money by vile means.
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart
2050And drop my blood for drachmas than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
2055Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods: with all your thunderbolts
Dash him to pieces.
I denied you not.
You did.
I did not. He was but a fool
That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my hart.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
2065But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Brutus I do not, till you practice them on me.
You love me not.
I do not like your faults.
Cassius A friendly eye could never see such faults.
2070Brutus A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
As huge as high Olympus.
Cassius Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
For Cassius is aweary of the world,
2075Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,
Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger,
2080And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold.
If that thou be'est a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied the gold will give my heart.
Strike as thou did'st at Caesar, for I know,
2085When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loved'st him better
Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
Sheath your dagger.
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
2090O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
Who much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.
Hath Cassius lived
2095To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
Brutus When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
Cassius Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
And my heart too.
O Brutus!
What's the matter?
Cassius Have not you love enough to bear with me,
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
Enter a Poet, [Lucilius, and Titinius].
Poet Let me go in to see the generals!
2110There is some grudge between 'em. 'Tis not meet
They be alone.
You shall not come to them!
Poet Nothing but death shall stay me.
Cassius How now? What's the matter?
2115Poet For shame, you generals! What do you mean?
Love, and be friends, as two such men should be,
For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
Cassius Ha, ha! How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
Brutus Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!
2120Cassius Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
Brutus I'll know his humor, when he knows his time.
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
Companion, hence.
Away, away be gone.
Exit Poet
2125Brutus Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
Cassius And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
Lucius, a bowl of wine.
2130Cassius I did not think you could have been so angry.
Brutus O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
Cassius Of your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.
Brutus No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
2135Cassius Ha? Portia?
Brutus She is dead.
Cassius How scaped I killing, when I crossed you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
Impatient of my absence,
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Have made themselves so strong--for with her death
That tidings came--with this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
And died so?
Even so.
O ye immortal gods!
Enter Boy with wine and tapers.
Brutus Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
2150In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
Cassius My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup.
I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
[Drinks. Exit Lucius.]
Enter Titinius and Messala.
2155Brutus Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Portia, art thou gone?
No more I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
2165Messala Myself have letters of the self-same tenor.
Brutus With what addition?
Messala That by proscription and bills of outlawry
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
Have put to death an hundred senators.
2170Brutus Therein our letters do not well agree:
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
Cicero one?
Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
2175Had you your letters from your wife, my Lord?
Brutus No, Messala.
Messala Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
Nothing, Messala.
That methinks is strange.
2180Brutus Why ask you? Hear you ought of her in yours?
Messala No, my lord.
Brutus Now as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Messala Then like a Roman, bear the truth I tell.
2185For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Brutus Why farewell Portia. We must die, Messala.
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.
Messala Even so great men great losses should endure.
2190Cassius I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Brutus Well, to our work alive. What do you think
Of marching to Philippi presently?
I do not think it good.
Your reason?
This it is:
'Tis better that the enemy seek us,
So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
2200Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
Brutus Good reasons must of force give place to better.
The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
Do stand but in a forced affection,
For they have grudged us contribution.
2205The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged,
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
2210These people at our back.
Hear me, good brother--
Brutus Under your pardon. You must note, beside,
That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.
2215The enemy increaseth every day;
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
2220Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Then with your will go on.
We'll along 2225ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
Brutus The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity,
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say.
No more, good night,
Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.
Enter Lucius.
My gown.
Farewell, good Messala.
Good night Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
2235Good night, and good repose.
Cassius O my dear brother!
This was an ill beginning of the night.
Never come such division 'tween our souls;
Let it not, Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the gown.
Everything is well.
Good night, my lord.
Good night, good brother.
Titinius, Messala
Good night, Lord Brutus.
Farewell, everyone.
Exeunt [Cassius, Titinius, Messala].
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Here in the tent.
What? Thou speak'st drowsily!
Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watched.
2250Call Claudio and some other of my men.
I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
Varrus and Claudio!
Enter Varrus and Claudio.
Calls my Lord?
2255Brutus I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
Varrus So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
2260Brutus I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs.
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so:
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
Lucius I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
2265Brutus Bear with me, good boy. I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Ay, my lord, an't please you.
It does, my boy:
2270I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Lucius It is my duty, sir.
Brutus I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
Lucius I have slept, my lord, already.
2275Brutus It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Music and a song.
This is a sleepy tune. O murd'rous slumber,
2280Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy
That plays the music? Gentle knave, good night.
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument.
I'll take it from thee, and, good boy, good night.
2285Let me see, let me see. Is not the leaf turned down
Where I left reading? Here it is I think.
Enter the Ghost of Caesar.
How ill this taper burns. Ha! Who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
2290That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me! Art thou anything?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil
That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
Speak to me what thou art!
Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Why com'st thou?
Ghost To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
Brutus Well; then I shall see thee again?
Ghost Ay, at Philippi.
2300Brutus Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.
[Exit Ghost.]
Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
Boy! Lucius! Varrus! Claudio! Sirs! Awake!
2305Lucius The strings, my lord, are false.
Brutus He thinks he still is at his instrument.
Lucius, awake!
Lucius My lord?
Brutus Did'st thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst 2310out?
Lucius My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
Brutus Yes that thou did'st. Did'st thou see anything?
Lucius Nothing my Lord.
Brutus Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio!
Fellow! 2315Thou! Awake!
My lord?
My lord?
Brutus Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
Varrus; Claudio
Did we my Lord?
Ay. Saw you anything?
No, my lord. I saw nothing.
Nor I my Lord.
Brutus Go, and commend me to my brother Cassius.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
2325And we will follow.
Varrus; Claudio
It shall be done, my lord.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Octavius Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
2330You said the enemy would not come down
But keep the hills and upper regions.
It proves not so: their battles are at hand.
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.
2335Antony Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it. They could be content
To visit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
2340But 'tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
Prepare you, generals!
The enemy comes on in gallant show.
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
2345And something to be done immediately.
Antony Octavius, lead your battle softly on
Upon the left hand of the even field.
Octavius Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.
Antony Why do you cross me in this exigent?
2350Octavius I do not cross you, but I will do so.
March. Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army[: Lucilius, Titinnius, Messala, and others].
Brutus They stand and would have parley.
Cassius Stand fast, Titinius, we must out and talk.
Octavius Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
2355Antony No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth! The generals would have some words.
Octavius Stir not until the signal.
Brutus Words before blows. Is it so, countrymen?
Octavius Not that we love words better, as you do.
2360Brutus Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Antony In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
"Long live! Hail, Caesar!"
2365The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Not stingless too?
Brutus Oh yes, and soundless too.
2370For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Antony Villains! You did not so, when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
You showed your teeth like apes, 2375and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet,
Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. Oh, you flatterers!
Cassius Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
2380This tongue had not offended so today,
If Cassius might have ruled.
Octavius Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators!
2385When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never till Caesar's three-and-thirty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Brutus Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
2390Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
So I hope.
I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Brutus Oh, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
2395Cassius A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
Joined with a masker and a reveler.
Old Cassius still.
Come, Antony! Away!
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth!
2400If you dare fight today, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs!
Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and army.
Cassius Why, now blow wind! Swell billow! And swim bark!
2405The storm is up, and all is on the hazard!
Brutus Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you.
Lucilius stands forth.
Lucilius My lord?
[Brutus speaks apart with Lucilius.]
[Messala stands forth.]
What says my general?
This is my birthday, as this very day
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala,
Be thou my witness, that against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compelled to set
2415Upon one battle all our liberties.
You know that I held Epicurus strong
And his opinion; now I change my mind,
And partly credit things that do presage.
Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
2420Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands,
Who to Philippi here consorted us.
This morning are they fled away and gone,
And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
2425Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us
As we were sickly prey. Their shadows seem
A canopy most fatal, under which
Our army lies ready to give up the ghost.
Believe not so.
I but believe it partly,
For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
To meet all perils very constantly.
Even so, Lucilius.
Now, most noble Brutus,
2435The gods today stand friendly, that we may,
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.
But since the affairs of men rest still uncertain,
Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
If we do lose this battle, then is this
2440The very last time we shall speak together.
What are you then determinèd to do?
Brutus Even by the rule of that philosophy
By which I did blame Cato for the death
Which he did give himself, I know not how,
2445But I do find it cowardly and vile,
For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
The time of life, arming myself with patience
To stay the providence of some high powers
That govern us below.
Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?
Brutus No Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman,
2455That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
He bears too great a mind. But this same day
Must end that work the ides of March begun,
And whether we shall meet again I know not.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
2460Forever and forever, farewell Cassius!
If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cassius Forever and forever, farewell Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
2465If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Brutus Why then, lead on. Oh, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known. Come ho, away!
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.
Brutus Ride, ride, Messala! Ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions, on the other side.
Loud alarum.
Let them set on at once, for I perceive
2475But cold demeanor in Octavio's wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down.
Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.
Cassius O look, Titinius! Look! The villains fly!
2480Myself have to mine own turned enemy!
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward and did take it from him.
Titinius O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
Who having some advantage on Octavius,
2485Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
Enter Pindarus.
Pindarus Fly further off, my Lord! Fly further off!
Mark Antony is in your tents, my Lord!
2490Fly, therefore, noble Cassius! Fly far off!
Cassius This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius!
Are those my tents, where I perceive the fire?
They are, my Lord.
Titinius, if thou lovest me,
2495Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
And here again, that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Titinius I will be here again even with a thought.
2500Cassius Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill!
My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'st about the field.
[Pindarus goes up.]
This day I breathèd first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end.
2505My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
Pindarus (Above.) O my Lord!
Cassius What news?
Pindarus Titinius is enclosèd round about
With horsemen that make to him on the spur,
2510Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him!
Now, Titinius! Now some light. Oh, he lights too.
He's ta'en!
And hark! They shout for joy.
Cassius Come down. Behold no more.
2515Oh, coward that I am to live so long,
To see my best friend ta'en before my face.
Enter Pindarus [from above].
Come hither, sirrah.
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
2520That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou should'st attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath,
Now be a free man, and with this good sword
That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
2525And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the sword--
[Pindarus kills him.]
Caesar, thou art revenged,
Even with the sword that killed thee.
Pindarus So, I am free, yet would not so have been
2530Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Roman shall take note of him.
Enter Titinius and Messala.
Messala It is but change, Titinius, for Octavius
2535Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
Titinius These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
Where did you leave him?
All disconsolate,
2540With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
Messala Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
Titinius He lies not like the living. Oh, my heart!
Is not that he?
No, this was he, Messala,
2545But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou doest sink tonight,
So in his red blood Cassius' day is set.
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done.
2550Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
Messala Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful Error, Melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon conceived,
2555Thou never comst unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.
Titinius What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
Messala Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
2560Into his ears. I may say "thrusting" it,
For piercing steel and darts envenomed
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
As tidings of this sight.
Hie you, Messala,
2565And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
[Exit Messala.]
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
And bid me give it thee? Did'st thou not hear their shouts?
2570Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
2575By your leave, gods. This is a Roman's part.
Come Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato, Volumnius, and Lucilius.
Brutus Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
2580Messala Lo yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Titinius' face is upward.
He is slain.
Brutus O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
2585In our own proper entrails.
Brave Titinius!
Look, whe'er he have not crowned dead Cassius.
Brutus Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
2590It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
2595His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come,
And come young Cato. Let us to the field.
Labio and Flavio set our battles on.
'Tis three o'clock, and Romans, yet ere night,
2600We shall try fortune in a second fight.
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Lucilius, and Flavius.
Brutus Yet, countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads!
[Exit fighting, followed by Messala and Flavius.]
Cato What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
2605I will proclaim my name about the field.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
Enter soldiers and fight.
Lucilius 2610And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
Brutus, my country's friend! Know me for Brutus!
[Young Cato is killed.]
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why now thou diest as bravely as Titinius
And mayst be honor'd, being Cato's son.
26151 Soldier
Yield, or thou diest!
Only I yield to die.
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.
Kill Brutus, and be honored in his death.
1 Soldier We must not. A noble prisoner!
Enter Antony.
2 Soldier Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
1 Soldier I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
Brutus is ta'en! Brutus is ta'en, my lord!
Antony Where is he?
2625Lucilius Safe, Antony. Brutus is safe enough.
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead,
2630He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Antony This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
2635And see whe'er Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
How everything is chanced.
Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.
2640Brutus Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
Clitus Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
He came not back. He is or ta'en or slain.
Brutus Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
2645It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
Clitus What I, my Lord? No, not for all the world!
Peace then, no words.
I'll rather kill myself.
Hark thee, Dardanius.
Shall I do such a deed?
Clitus O Dardanius!
Dardanius O Clitus!
Clitus What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dardanius To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
2655Clitus Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
That it runs over even at his eyes.
Brutus Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.
What says my lord?
Why this, Volumnius.
2660The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
Two several times by night: at Sardis once,
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.
Not so, my lord.
2665Brutus Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Thou see'st the World, Volumnius, how it goes. Our enemies have beat us to the pit.
Low alarums.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
Then tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
2670Thou know'st that we two went to school together.
Even for that, our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.
Volumnius That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
Alarum still.
2675Clitus Fly! Fly, my Lord! There is no tarrying here!
Brutus Farewell to you, and you, and you, Volumnius.
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep.
Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
2680I found no man but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this losing day
More then Octavius and Mark Antony
By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
So fare you well at once, for Brutus' tongue
2685Hath almost ended his life's history.
Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
That have but laboured to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within, "Fly! Fly! Fly!"
Fly, my Lord! Fly!.
Hence, I will follow.
[Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius, and Volumnius.]
I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
2695While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
Strato Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
Farewell, good Strato.
--Caesar, now be still.
I killed not thee with half so good a will.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, 2700Lucilius, and the army.
Octavius What man is that?
Messala My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
Strato Free from the bondage you are in, Messala.
The conquerors can but make a fire of him,
2705For Brutus only overcame himself,
And no man else hath honor by his death.
Lucilius So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
Octavius All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
2710Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
Strato Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
Do so, good Messala.
How died my master, Strato?
Strato I held the sword, and he did run on it.
2715Messala Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.
Antony This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
2720He only in a general honest thought
And common good to all made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mixed in him that nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
2725Octavius According to his virtue, let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably:
So call the field to rest, and let's away,
2730To part the glories of this happy day.
Exeunt omnes.