The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

1.1.15Hence! Home, you idle creatures! Get you home!

1.1.26Is this a holiday? What, know you not,

1.1.37Being mechanical, you ought not walk

1.1.48Upon a laboring day, without the sign

1.1.59Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?

Why, sir, a carpenter.

Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?

1.1.812What dost thou with thy best apparel on?

1.1.913You, sir, what trade are you?

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am 15but as you would say, a cobbler.

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

A trade, sir, that I hope I may use, with a safe 18conscience, which is indeed sir, a mender of bad soles.

What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, 20what trade?

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me. Yet 22if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou 24saucy fellow?

Why, sir, cobble you.

Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

Truly sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I 28meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor 29women's matters; but withal I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes: 30when they are in great danger, I recover them. As 31proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone 32upon my handiwork.

But wherefore art not in thy shop today?

1.1.2034Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

Truly sir, to wear out their shoes, to get 36myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we make 37holiday to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph.

Wherefore rejoice? 39What conquest brings he home?

1.1.2340What tributaries follow him to Rome,

1.1.2441To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?

1.1.2542You blocks! You stones! You worse than senseless things!

1.1.2643O you hard hearts! You cruel men of Rome!

1.1.2744Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?

1.1.2845Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,

1.1.2946To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,

1.1.3047Your infants in your arms, and there have sat

1.1.3148The livelong day, with patient expectation,

1.1.3249To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome?

1.1.3350And when you saw his chariot but appear,

1.1.3451Have you not made an universal shout,

1.1.3552That Tiber trembled underneath her banks

1.1.3653To hear the replication of your sounds,

1.1.3754Made in her concave shores?

1.1.3855And do you now put on your best attire?

1.1.3956And do you now cull out a holiday?

1.1.4057And do you now strew flowers in his way

1.1.4158That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?

1.1.4259Begone!

1.1.4360Run to your houses! Fall upon your knees!

1.1.4461Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

1.1.4562That needs must light on this ingratitude!

Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault

1.1.4764Assemble all the poor men of your sort;

1.1.4865Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears

1.1.4966Into the channel, till the lowest stream

1.1.5067Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

1.1.5169See whe'er their basest mettle be not moved:

1.1.5270They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.

1.1.5371Go you down that way towards the Capitol;

1.1.5472This way will I. Disrobe the images,

1.1.5573If you do find them decked with ceremonies.

May we do so?

1.1.5775You know it is the Feast of Lupercal.

It is no matter. Let no images

1.1.5977Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,

1.1.6078And drive away the vulgar from the streets;

1.1.6179So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

1.1.6280These growing feathers, plucked from Caesar's wing,

1.1.6381Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

1.1.6482Who else would soar above the view of men,

1.1.6583And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

Calpurnia.

Calpurnia. Peace ho! Caesar speaks.

Calpurnia. Peace ho! Caesar speaks. Calpurnia!

Here, my Lord.

Stand you directly in Antonio's way

1.2.492When he doth run his course. Antonio!

Caesar, my Lord?

Forget not in your speed, Antonio,

1.2.795To touch Calpurnia, for our elders say,

1.2.896The barren touchèd in this holy chase,

1.2.997Shake off their sterile curse.

Shake off their sterile curse. I shall remember.

1.2.1099When Caesar says, "Do this," it is performed.

Set on, and leave no ceremony out.

Caesar!

Ha? Who calls?

Bid every noise be still! Peace yet again!

Who is it in the press that calls on me?

1.2.16105I hear a tongue shriller than all the music

1.2.17106Cry "Caesar." Speak! Caesar is turned to hear.

Beware the ides of March.

Beware the ides of March. What man is that?

A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

Set him before me. Let me see his face.

Fellow, come from the throng! Look upon Caesar.

What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.

Beware the ides of March.

He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.

Will you go see the order of the course?

Not I.

I pray you, do.

I am not gamesome. I do lack some part

1.2.29120Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

1.2.30121Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires.

1.2.31122I'll leave you.

Brutus, I do observe you now of late.

1.2.33124I have not from your eyes that gentleness

1.2.34125And show of love as I was wont to have.

1.2.35126You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

1.2.36127Over your friend that loves you.

Over your friend that loves you. Cassius,

1.2.37129Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,

1.2.38130I turn the trouble of my countenance

1.2.39131Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

1.2.40132Of late with passions of some difference,

1.2.41133Conceptions only proper to myself,

1.2.42134Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors;

1.2.43135But let not therefore my good friends be grieved,

1.2.44136Among which number, Cassius, be you one,

1.2.45137Nor construe any further my neglect

1.2.46138Than that poor Brutus with himself at war,

1.2.47139Forgets the shows of love to other men.

Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,

1.2.49141By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried

1.2.50142Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

1.2.51143Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

No, Cassius, 145for the eye sees not itself

1.2.53But by reflection, 146by some other things.

'Tis just.

1.2.55148And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

1.2.56149That you have no such mirrors as will turn

1.2.57150Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

1.2.58151That you might see your shadow. 152I have heard,

1.2.59153Where many of the best respect in Rome,

1.2.60154Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus

1.2.61155And groaning underneath this age's yoke,

1.2.62156Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

Into what dangers, would you 158lead me, Cassius,

1.2.64159That you would have me seek into myself

1.2.65160For that which is not in me?

Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear;

1.2.67162And since you know you cannot see yourself

1.2.68163So well as by reflection, I, your glass,

1.2.69164Will modestly discover to yourself

1.2.70165That of yourself which you yet know not of.

1.2.71166And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.

1.2.72167Were I a common laughter, or did use

1.2.73168To stale with ordinary oaths my love

1.2.74169To every new protester; if you know

1.2.75170That I do fawn on men and hug them hard

1.2.76171And after scandal them; or if you know

1.2.77172That I profess myself in banqueting

1.2.78173To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

What means this shouting? 176I do fear the people

1.2.80Choose Caesar 177for their king.

Choose Caesar for their king. Ay, do you fear it?

1.2.81179Then must I think you would not have it so.

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

1.2.83181But wherefore do you hold me here so long?

1.2.84182What is it that you would impart to me?

1.2.85183If it be ought toward the general good,

1.2.86184Set honor in one eye and death i'th'other,

1.2.87185And I will look on both indifferently.

1.2.88186For let the gods so speed me, as I love

1.2.89187The name of honor more than I fear death.

I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

1.2.91189As well as I do know your outward favor.

1.2.92190Well, honor is the subject of my story.

1.2.93191I cannot tell what you and other men

1.2.94192Think of this life, but for my single self,

1.2.95193I had as lief not be, as live to be

1.2.96194In awe of such a thing as I myself.

1.2.97195I was born free as Caesar, so were you;

1.2.98196We both have fed as well; and we can both

1.2.99197Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

1.2.100198For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

1.2.101199The troubled Tiber, chafing with her shores,

1.2.102200Caesar said to me, "Dar'st thou, Cassius, now

1.2.103201Leap in with me into this angry flood

1.2.104202And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,

1.2.105203Accoutrèd as I was, I plungèd in,

1.2.106204And bade him follow. So indeed he did.

1.2.107205The torrent roared, and we did buffet it

1.2.108206With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,

1.2.109207And stemming it with hearts of controversy.

1.2.110208But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

1.2.111209Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink."

1.2.112210I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

1.2.113211Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

1.2.114212The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber

1.2.115213Did I the tirèd Caesar. And this man

1.2.116214Is now become a god, and Cassius is

1.2.117215A wretched creature and must bend his body

1.2.118216If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

1.2.119217He had a fever when he was in Spain,

1.2.120218And when the fit was on him, I did mark

1.2.121219How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake.

1.2.122220His coward lips did from their color fly,

1.2.123221And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,

1.2.124222Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.

1.2.125223Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans

1.2.126224Mark him and write his speeches in their books,

1.2.127225"Alas," it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,"

1.2.128226As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me

1.2.129227A man of such a feeble temper should

1.2.130228So get the start of the majestic world

1.2.131229And bear the palm alone.

Another general shout?

1.2.133232I do believe that these applauses are

1.2.134233For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.

Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world

1.2.136235Like a colossus, and we petty men

1.2.137236Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

1.2.138237To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

1.2.139238Men at some time are masters of their fates.

1.2.140239The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

1.2.141240But in ourselves that we are underlings.

1.2.142241"Brutus" and "Caesar." What should be in that "Caesar"?

1.2.143242Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

1.2.144243Write them together: yours is as fair a name.

1.2.145244Sound them: it doth become the mouth as well.

1.2.146245Weigh them: it is as heavy. Conjure with 'em:

1.2.147246"Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar."

1.2.148247Now in the names of all the gods at once,

1.2.149248Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed

1.2.150249That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

1.2.151250Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

1.2.152251When went there by an age since the great flood,

1.2.153252But it was famed with more than with one man?

1.2.154253When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,

1.2.155254That her wide walks encompassed but one man?

1.2.156255Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough

1.2.157256When there is in it but one only man.

1.2.158257Oh, you and I have heard our fathers say

1.2.159258There was a Brutus once that would have brooked

1.2.160259Th'eternal devil to keep his state in Rome

1.2.161260As easily as a king.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

1.2.163262What you would work me to, I have some aim.

1.2.164263How I have thought of this and of these times

1.2.165264I shall recount hereafter. For this present,

1.2.166265I would not, so with love I might entreat you,

1.2.167266Be any further moved. What you have said,

1.2.168267I will consider; what you have to say,

1.2.169268I will with patience hear, and find a time

1.2.170269Both meet to hear and answer such high things.

1.2.171270Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:

1.2.172271Brutus had rather be a villager

1.2.173272Than to repute himself a son of Rome

1.2.174273Under these hard conditions as this time

1.2.175274Is like to lay upon us.

1.2.176I am glad that my weak words

1.2.177276Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

The games are done, 279and Caesar is returning.

As they pass by, 281pluck Casca by the sleeve,

1.2.180282And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

1.2.181283What hath proceeded worthy note today.

I will do so. But look you, Cassius,

1.2.183285The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,

1.2.184286And all the rest look like a chidden train:

1.2.185287Calpurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero

1.2.186288Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes

1.2.187289As we have seen him in the Capitol,

1.2.188290Being crossed in conference by some senators.

Casca will tell us what the matter is.

Antonio!

Caesar?

Let me have men about me that are fat,

1.2.193295Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights.

1.2.194296Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

1.2.195297He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

Fear him not Caesar, he's not dangerous,

1.2.197299He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.

1.2.199301Yet if my name were liable to fear,

1.2.200302I do not know the man I should avoid

1.2.201303So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,

1.2.202304He is a great observer, and he looks

1.2.203305Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,

1.2.204306As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;

1.2.205307Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

1.2.206308As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit

1.2.207309That could be moved to smile at anything.

1.2.208310Such men as he be never at heart's ease

1.2.209311Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,

1.2.210312And therefore are they very dangerous.

1.2.211313I rather tell thee what is to be feared

1.2.212314Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar.

1.2.213315Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

1.2.214316And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak 319with me?

Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today,

1.2.217321That Caesar looks so sad.

Why, you were with him, were you not?

I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

Why, there was a crown offered him; and being 325offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, 326and then the people fell a-shouting.

What was the second noise for?

Why, for that too.

They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?

Why, for that too.

Was the crown offered him thrice?

Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every 333time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine 334honest neighbors shouted.

Who offered him the crown?

Why, Antony.

Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it. 339It was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw 340Mark Antony offered him a crown; yet 'twas not a 341crown, neither; 'twas one of these coronets. And as I 342told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my 343thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to 344him again; then he put it by again. But to my 345thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then 346he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by. 347And still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped 348their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty 349nightcaps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath, 350because Caesar refused the crown, that it 351had almost choked Caesar, for he swooned, and fell 352down at it. And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, 353for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad 354air.

But soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swoon?

He fell down in the marketplace and foamed 357at mouth, and was speechless.

'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness.

No, Caesar hath it not, but you and I,

1.2.235360And honest Casca: we have the falling sickness.

I know not what you mean by that, but I am 362sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not 363clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, and 364displeased them, as they use to do the players in the 365theater, I am no true man.

What said he, when he came unto himself?

Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived 368the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he 369plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat 370to cut. And I had been a man of any occupation, if I 371would not have taken him at a word, I would I might 372go to hell among the rogues, and so he fell. When 373he came to himself again, he said, if he had done or 374said anything amiss, he desired their worships to think 375it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches where I 376stood, cried, "Alas, good soul," and forgave him with 377all their hearts. But there's no heed to be taken of them. 378If Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done 379no less.

And after that, he came thus sad away.

Ay.

Did Cicero say anything?

Ay, he spoke Greek.

To what effect?

Nay, and I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you 386i'th'face again. But those that understood him, smiled 387at one another and shook their heads. But for mine 388own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more 389news too: Murellus and Flavius, for pulling scarves 390off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. 391There was more foolery yet, if I could 392remember it.

Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

No, I am promised forth.

Will you dine with me tomorrow?

Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your 397dinner worth the eating.

Good, I will expect you.

Do so. Farewell both.

What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?

1.2.252401He was quick mettle when he went to school.

So is he now, in execution

1.2.254403Of any bold, or noble enterprise,

1.2.255404However he puts on this tardy form.

1.2.256405This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

1.2.257406Which gives men stomach to digest his words

1.2.258407With better appetite.

With better appetite. And so it is.

1.2.259409For this time I will leave you:

1.2.260410Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,

1.2.261411I will come home to you, or if you will,

1.2.262412Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

I will do so. Till then, think of the world.

1.2.264415Well, Brutus, thou art noble, yet I see

1.2.265416Thy honorable mettle may be wrought

1.2.266417From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet

1.2.267418That noble minds keep ever with their likes,

1.2.268419For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

1.2.269420Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.

1.2.270421If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,

1.2.271422He should not humor me. I will this night

1.2.272423In several hands in at his windows throw,

1.2.273424As if they came from several citizens,

1.2.274425Writings, all tending to the great opinion

1.2.275426That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely

1.2.276427Caesar's ambition shall be glancèd at.

1.2.277428And after this, let Caesar seat him sure,

1.2.278429For we will shake him, or worse days endure.

Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?

1.3.2434Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?

Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth

1.3.4436Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

1.3.5437I have seen tempests when the scolding winds

1.3.6438Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen

1.3.7439Th'ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,

1.3.8440To be exalted with the threatening clouds,

1.3.9441But never till tonight, never till now,

1.3.10442Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

1.3.11443Either there is a civil strife in heaven,

1.3.12444Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

1.3.13445Incenses them to send destruction.

Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

A common slave, you know him well by sight,

1.3.16448Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn

1.3.17449Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,

1.3.18450Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.

1.3.19451Besides--I ha'not since put up my sword--

1.3.20452Against the Capitol I met a lion,

1.3.21453Who glazed upon me and went surly by,

1.3.22454Without annoying me. And there were drawn

1.3.23455Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,

1.3.24456Transformèd with their fear, who swore they saw

1.3.25457Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.

1.3.26458And yesterday, the bird of night did sit

1.3.27459Even at noonday upon the marketplace,

1.3.28460Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies

1.3.29461Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,

1.3.30462"These are their reasons, they are natural,"

1.3.31463For I believe they are portentous things

1.3.32464Unto the climate that they point upon.

Indeed, it is a strange disposèd time.

1.3.34466But men may construe things after their fashion

1.3.35467Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

1.3.36468Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?

He doth, for he did bid Antonio

1.3.38470Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.

Good night then, Casca. 472This disturbèd sky

1.3.40Is not to walk in.

Is not to walk in. Farewell Cicero.

Who's there?

Who's there? A Roman.

Who's there? A Roman. Casca, by your voice.

Your ear is good. 479Cassius, what night is this?

A very pleasing night to honest men.

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

Those that have known the earth so full of 483faults.

1.3.46484For my part, I have walked about the streets,

1.3.47485Submitting me unto the perilous night,

1.3.48486And thus unbracèd, Casca, as you see,

1.3.49487Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone,

1.3.50488And when the cross blue lightning seemed to open

1.3.51489The breast of heaven, I did present myself

1.3.52490Even in the aim and very flash of it.

But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?

1.3.54492It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

1.3.55493When the most mighty gods by tokens send

1.3.56494Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

You are dull, Casca, 496And those sparks of life

1.3.58That should be in a Roman 497you do want,

1.3.59Or else you use not. 498You look pale, and gaze,

1.3.60And put on fear, 499and cast yourself in wonder,

1.3.61500To see the strange impatience of the heavens.

1.3.62501But if you would consider the true cause

1.3.63502Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,

1.3.64503Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,

1.3.65504Why old men, fools, and children calculate,

1.3.66505Why all these things change from their ordinance,

1.3.67506Their natures and preformèd faculties

1.3.68507To monstrous quality--why, you shall find

1.3.69508That heaven hath infused them with these spirits

1.3.70509To make them instruments of fear and warning

1.3.71510Unto some monstrous state.

1.3.72511Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man,

1.3.73512Most like this dreadful night,

1.3.74513That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars,

1.3.75514As doth the lion in the Capitol,

1.3.76515A man no mightier than thyself or me

1.3.77516In personal action, yet prodigious grown

1.3.78517And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

'Tis Caesar that you mean. 519Is it not, Cassius?

Let it be who it is, for Romans now

1.3.81521Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors.

1.3.82522But woe the while, our fathers' minds are dead,

1.3.83523And we are governed with our mothers' spirits.

1.3.84524Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

Indeed, they say, the senators tomorrow

1.3.86526Mean to establish Caesar as a king,

1.3.87527And he shall wear his crown by sea and land

1.3.88528In every place, save here in Italy.

I know where I will wear this dagger then:

1.3.90530Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

1.3.91531Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong,

1.3.92532Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.

1.3.93533Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,

1.3.94534Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron

1.3.95535Can be retentive to the strength of spirit,

1.3.96536But life, being weary of these worldly bars,

1.3.97537Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

1.3.98538If I know this, know all the world besides,

1.3.99539That part of tyranny that I do bear

1.3.100540I can shake off at pleasure.

I can shake off at pleasure. So can I:

1.3.101542So every bondman in his own hand bears

1.3.102543The power to cancel his captivity.

And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?

1.3.104545Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf,

1.3.105546But that he sees the Romans are but sheep;

1.3.106547He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

1.3.107548Those that with haste will make a mighty fire

1.3.108549Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome,

1.3.109550What rubbish and what offal, when it serves

1.3.110551For the base matter to illuminate

1.3.111552So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,

1.3.112553Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this

1.3.113554Before a willing bondman; then I know

1.3.114555My answer must be made. But I am armed,

1.3.115556And dangers are to me indifferent.

You speak to Casca, and to such a man

1.3.117558That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand.

1.3.118559Be factious for redress of all these griefs,

1.3.119560And I will set this foot of mine as far

1.3.120561As who goes farthest.

As who goes farthest. There's a bargain made.

1.3.121563Now know you, Casca, I have moved already

1.3.122564Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans

1.3.123565To undergo with me an enterprise

1.3.124566Of honorable dangerous consequence,

1.3.125567And I do know by this, they stay for me

1.3.126568In Pompey's porch. For now, this fearful night,

1.3.127569There is no stir or walking in the streets,

1.3.128570And the complexion of the element

1.3.129571In favor's like the work we have in hand:

1.3.130572Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Stand close awhile, for here comes one in 575haste.

'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;

1.3.133577He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?

To find out you. Who's that, Metellus 579Cimber?

No, it is Casca, one incorporate

1.3.136581To our attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna?

I am glad on't. 583What a fearful night is this?

1.3.138584There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

Am I not stayed for? Tell me.

Yes, you are. O Cassius, 587if you could

1.3.141But win the noble Brutus 588to our party--

Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

1.3.143590And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,

1.3.144591Where Brutus may but find it. And throw this

1.3.145592In at his window. Set this up with wax

1.3.146593Upon old Brutus' statue. All this done,

1.3.147594Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.

1.3.148595Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone

1.3.150597To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,

1.3.151598And so bestow these papers as you bade me.

That done, repair to Pompey's theater.

1.3.153601Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,

1.3.154602See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him

1.3.155603Is ours already, and the man entire

1.3.156604Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

Oh, he sits high in all the people's hearts,

1.3.158606And that which would appear offense in us,

1.3.159607His countenance, like richest alchemy,

1.3.160608Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

Him and his worth and our great need of him

1.3.162610You have right well conceited. Let us go,

1.3.163611For it is after midnight, and ere day,

1.3.164612We will awake him and be sure of him.

What, Lucius, ho!

2.1.2617I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

2.1.3618Give guess how near to day-- Lucius, I say!

2.1.4619I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.

2.1.5620When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!

Called you, my lord?

Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.

2.1.8624When it is lighted, come and call me here.

I will, my Lord.

It must be by his death, and for my part,

2.1.11627I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

2.1.12628But for the general. He would be crowned.

2.1.13629How that might change his nature, there's the question.

2.1.14630It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,

2.1.15631And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,

2.1.16632And then I grant we put a sting in him

2.1.17633That at his will he may do danger with.

2.1.18634Th'abuse of greatness is when it disjoins

2.1.19635Remorse from power, and to speak truth of Caesar,

2.1.20636I have not known when his affections swayed

2.1.21637More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof

2.1.22638That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

2.1.23639Whereto the climber upward turns his face,

2.1.24640But when he once attains the upmost round,

2.1.25641He then unto the ladder turns his back,

2.1.26642Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

2.1.27643By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.

2.1.28644Then lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel

2.1.29645Will bear no color for the thing he is,

2.1.30646Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,

2.1.31647Would run to these and these extremities;

2.1.32648And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

2.1.33649Which hatched would, as his kind, grow mischievous,

2.1.34650And kill him in the shell.

The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

2.1.36653Searching the window for a flint, I found

2.1.37654This paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure

2.1.38655It did not lie there when I went to bed.

Get you to bed again; it is not day.

2.1.40658Is not tomorrow, boy, the first of March?

I know not, sir.

Look in the calender, and bring me word.

I will, sir.

The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

2.1.45663Give so much light that I may read by them.

2.1.49668Such instigations have been often dropped

2.1.50669Where I have took them up.

Thus must I piece it out:

2.1.52671Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What Rome?

2.1.53672My ancestors did from the streets of Rome

2.1.54673The Tarquin drive, when he was called a king.

Am I entreated

2.1.56675To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,

2.1.57676If the redress will follow, thou receivest

2.1.58677Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.

'Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody knocks:

2.1.61682Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,

2.1.62683I have not slept.

2.1.63684Between the acting of a dreadful thing

2.1.64685And the first motion, all the interim is

2.1.65686Like a phantasma or a hideous dream:

2.1.66687The genius and the mortal instruments

2.1.67688Are then in council, and the state of man,

2.1.68689Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

2.1.69690The nature of an insurrection.

Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,

2.1.71693Who doth desire to see you.

Who doth desire to see you. Is he alone?

No, sir. There are more with him.

No, sir. There are more with him. Do you know them?

No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,

2.1.74698And half their faces buried in their cloaks,

2.1.75699That by no means I may discover them

2.1.76700By any mark of favor.

By any mark of favor. Let 'em enter.

2.1.78702They are the faction. O conspiracy,

2.1.79703Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,

2.1.80704When evils are most free? O then, by day

2.1.81705Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

2.1.82706To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy!

2.1.83707Hide it in smiles and affability!

2.1.84708For if thou put thy native semblance on,

2.1.85709Not Erebus itself were dim enough

2.1.86710To hide thee from prevention.

I think we are too bold upon your rest.

2.1.88714Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you?

I have been up this hour, awake all night.

2.1.90716Know I these men that come along with you?

Yes, every man of them, and no man here

2.1.92718But honors you, and every one doth wish

2.1.93719You had but that opinion of yourself

2.1.94720Which every noble Roman bears of you.

2.1.95721This is Trebonius.

This is Trebonius. He is welcome hither.

This, Decius Brutus.

This, Decius Brutus. He is welcome too.

This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus 726Cimber.

They are all welcome.

2.1.99728What watchful cares do interpose themselves

2.1.100729Betwixt your eyes and night?

Shall I entreat a word?

Here lies the east. Doth not the day break 732here?

No.

O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines

2.1.105735That fret the clouds are messengers of day.

You shall confess that you are both deceived.

2.1.107737Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,

2.1.108738Which is a great way growing on the south,

2.1.109739Weighing the youthful season of the year.

2.1.110740Some two months hence, up higher toward the north

2.1.111741He first presents his fire, and the high east

2.1.112742Stands as the Capitol, directly here.

Give me your hands all over, one by one.

And let us swear our resolution.

No, not an oath. If not the face of men,

2.1.116746The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse--

2.1.117747If these be motives weak, break off betimes,

2.1.118748And every man hence, to his idle bed.

2.1.119749So let high-sighted tyranny range on,

2.1.120750Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

2.1.121751As I am sure they do, bear fire enough

2.1.122752To kindle cowards and to steel with valor

2.1.123753The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,

2.1.124754What need we any spur but our own cause

2.1.125755To prick us to redress? What other bond

2.1.126756Than secret Romans that have spoke the word

2.1.127757And will not palter? And what other oath,

2.1.128758Than honesty to honesty engaged,

2.1.129759That this shall be, or we will fall for it.

2.1.130760Swear priests and cowards, and men cautelous,

2.1.131761Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls

2.1.132762That welcome wrongs. Unto bad causes swear

2.1.133763Such creatures as men doubt, but do not stain

2.1.134764The even virtue of our enterprise,

2.1.135765Nor th'insuppressive mettle of our spirits,

2.1.136766To think that or our cause or our performance

2.1.137767Did need an oath, when every drop of blood

2.1.138768That every Roman bears--and nobly bears--

2.1.139769Is guilty of a several bastardy,

2.1.140770If he do break the smallest particle

2.1.141771Of any promise that hath passed from him.

But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?

2.1.143773I think he will stand very strong with us.

Let us not leave him out.

Let us not leave him out. No, by no means.

O let us have him, for his silver hairs

2.1.146777Will purchase us a good opinion

2.1.147778And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.

2.1.148779It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands.

2.1.149780Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,

2.1.150781But all be buried in his gravity.

Oh, name him not; let us not break with him,

2.1.152783For he will never follow anything

2.1.153784That other men begin.

2.1.154Then leave him out.

Then leave him out. Indeed, he is not fit.

Shall no man else be touched but only Caesar?

Decius well urged. I think it is not meet

2.1.157789Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,

2.1.158790Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him

2.1.159791A shrewd contriver. And you know, his means,

2.1.160792If he improve them, may well stretch so far

2.1.161793As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

2.1.162794Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,

2.1.164796To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,

2.1.165797Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards;

2.1.166798For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.

2.1.167799Let's be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

2.1.168800We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,

2.1.169801And in the spirit of men there is no blood.

2.1.170802Oh, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,

2.1.171803And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,

2.1.172804Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,

2.1.173805Let's kill him boldly but not wrathfully;

2.1.174806Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

2.1.175807Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

2.1.176808And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

2.1.177809Stir up their servants to an act of rage

2.1.178810And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make

2.1.179811Our purpose necessary and not envious;

2.1.180812Which so appearing to the common eyes,

2.1.181813We shall be called purgers, not murderers.

2.1.182814And for Mark Antony, think not of him,

2.1.183815For he can do no more than Caesar's arm,

2.1.184816When Caesar's head is off.

When Caesar's head is off. Yet I fear him,

2.1.185818For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar--

Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.

2.1.187820If he love Caesar, all that he can do

2.1.188821Is to himself: take thought, and die for Caesar.

2.1.189822And that were much he should, for he is given

2.1.190823To sports, to wildness, and much company.

There is no fear in him. Let him not die,

2.1.192825For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

Peace! Count the clock.

Peace! Count the clock. The clock hath stricken three.

'Tis time to part.

'Tis time to part. But it is doubtful yet

2.1.195831Whether Caesar will come forth today or no.

2.1.196832For he is superstitious grown of late,

2.1.197833Quite from the main opinion he held once

2.1.198834Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.

2.1.199835It may be these apparent prodigies,

2.1.200836The unaccustomed terror of this night,

2.1.201837And the persuasion of his augurers

2.1.202838May hold him from the Capitol today.

Never fear that. If he be so resolved

2.1.204840I can o'ersway him. For he loves to hear

2.1.205841That unicorns may be betrayed with trees,

2.1.206842And bears with glasses; elephants, with holes;

2.1.207843Lions, with toils; and men, with flatterers.

2.1.208844But when I tell him he hates flatterers,

2.1.209845He says he does, being then most flatterèd.

2.1.210846Let me work.

2.1.211847For I can give his humor the true bent,

2.1.212848And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

By the eighth hour. Is that the uttermost?

Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.

Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,

2.1.217853Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.

2.1.218854I wonder none of you have thought of him.

Now, good Metellus, go along by him.

2.1.220856He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.

2.1.221857Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

The morning comes upon's. 859We'll leave you, Brutus.

2.1.223860And friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember

2.1.224861What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.

2.1.226863Let not our looks put on our purposes,

2.1.227864But bear it as our Roman actors do,

2.1.228865With untired spirits and formal constancy.

2.1.229866And so good morrow to you every one.

2.1.230868Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter.

2.1.231869Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

2.1.232870Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,

2.1.233871Which busy care draws in the brains of men.

2.1.234872Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Brutus, my Lord.

Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

2.1.236876It is not for your health thus to commit

2.1.237877Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,

2.1.239879Stole from my bed, and yesternight at supper

2.1.240880You suddenly arose and walked about,

2.1.241881Musing and sighing, with your arms across,

2.1.242882And when I asked you what the matter was,

2.1.243883You stared upon me, with ungentle looks.

2.1.244884I urged you further; then you scratched your head

2.1.245885And too impatiently stamped with your foot.

2.1.246886Yet I insisted; yet you answered not,

2.1.247887But with an angry wafture of your hand

2.1.248888Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,

2.1.249889Fearing to strengthen that impatience

2.1.250890Which seemed too much enkindled, and withal

2.1.251891Hoping it was but an effect of humor,

2.1.252892Which sometime hath his hour with every man.

2.1.253893It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;

2.1.254894And could it work so much upon your shape

2.1.255895As it hath much prevailed on your condition,

2.1.256896I should not know you Brutus. Dear my Lord,

2.1.257897Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

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

Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,

2.1.260900He would embrace the means to come by it.

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

Is Brutus sick? And is it physical

2.1.263903To walk unbracèd and suck up the humors

2.1.264904Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,

2.1.265905And will he steal out of his wholesome bed

2.1.266906To dare the vile contagion of the night,

2.1.267907And tempt the rheumy and unpurgèd air

2.1.268908To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus.

2.1.269909You have some sick offense within your mind,

2.1.270910Which by the right and virtue of my place

2.1.271911I ought to know of. And upon my knees,

2.1.272912I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,

2.1.273913By all your vows of love, and that great vow

2.1.274914Which did incorporate and make us one,

2.1.275915That you unfold to me, your self, your half,

2.1.276916Why you are heavy, and what men tonight

2.1.277917Have had resort to you. For here have been

2.1.278918Some six or seven who did hide their faces

2.1.279919Even from darkness.

Even from darkness. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.

2.1.281922Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,

2.1.282923Is it excepted, I should know no secrets

2.1.283924That appertain to you? Am I your self,

2.1.284925But as it were in sort, or limitation,

2.1.285926To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

2.1.286927And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs

2.1.287928Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

2.1.288929Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

You are my true and honorable wife,

2.1.290931As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

2.1.291932That visit my sad heart.

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

2.1.293934I grant I am a woman, but withal

2.1.294935A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.

2.1.295936I grant I am a woman, but withal

2.1.296937A woman well reputed, Cato's daughter.

2.1.297938Think you I am no stronger than my sex

2.1.298939Being so fathered, and so husbanded?

2.1.299940Tell me your counsels; I will not disclose 'em.

2.1.300941I have made strong proof of my constancy,

2.1.301942Giving myself a voluntary wound

2.1.302943Here, in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience

2.1.303944And not my husband's secrets?

And not my husband's secrets? O ye gods!

2.1.304.1946Render me worthy of this noble wife.

2.1.304947Hark, hark, one knocks! Portia go in awhile,

2.1.305948And by and by thy bosom shall partake

2.1.306949The secrets of my heart.

2.1.307950All my engagements I will construe to thee,

2.1.308951All the charactery of my sad brows.

2.1.309952Leave me with haste.

Leave me with haste. 954Lucius, who's that knocks.

Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.

2.1.312957Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?

Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

O what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,

2.1.315960To wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick!.

I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand

2.1.317962Any exploit worthy the name of honor.

Such an exploit have I in hand Ligarius,

2.1.319964Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

By all the gods that Romans bow before,

2.1.321966I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome,

2.1.322967Brave son, derived from honorable loins,

2.1.323968Thou like an exorcist hast conjured up

2.1.324969My mortifièd spirit. Now bid me run,

2.1.325970And I will strive with things impossible,

2.1.326971Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

A piece of work 973that will make sick men whole.

But are not some whole, that we must make sick?

That must we also. What it is my Caius,

2.1.330976I shall unfold to thee as we are going

2.1.331977To whom it must be done.

To whom it must be done. Set on your foot,

2.1.332979And with a heart new-fired, I follow you

2.1.333980To do I know not what, but it sufficeth

2.1.334981That Brutus leads me on.

Follow me, then.

Nor heaven nor earth 986have been at peace tonight.

2.2.2987Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,

2.2.3988"Help, ho, they murder Caesar!" Who's within?

My Lord.

Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,

2.2.6992And bring me their opinions of success.

I will, my lord.

What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?

2.2.9996You shall not stir out of your house today.

Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me

2.2.11998Ne'er looked but on my back. When they shall see

2.2.12999The face of Caesar, they are vanishèd.

Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,

2.2.141001Yet now they fright me. There is one within,

2.2.151002Besides the things that we have heard and seen,

2.2.161003Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.

2.2.171004A lionness hath whelpèd in the streets,

2.2.181005And graves have yawned and yielded up their dead;

2.2.191006Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds

2.2.201007In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,

2.2.211008Which drizzeled blood upon the Capitol.

2.2.221009The noise of battle hurtled in the air:

2.2.231010Horses do neigh, and dying men did groan,

2.2.241011And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.

2.2.251012O Caesar, these things are beyond all use,

2.2.261013And I do fear them.

And I do fear them. What can be avoided

2.2.271015Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?

2.2.281016Yet Caesar shall go forth, for these predictions

2.2.291017Are to the world in general as to Caesar.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

2.2.311019The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

2.2.331021The valiant never taste of death but once.

2.2.341022Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

2.2.351023It seems to me most strange that men should fear,

2.2.361024Seeing that death, a necessary end,

2.2.371025Will come when it will come.

Will come when it will come. What say the augurers?

They would not have you to stir forth today.

2.2.391029Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,

2.2.401030They could not find a heart within the beast.

The gods do this in shame of cowardice.

2.2.421032Caesar should be a beast without a heart,

2.2.431033If he should stay at home today for fear.

2.2.441034No Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well

2.2.451035That Caesar is more dangerous than he.

2.2.461036We are two lions littered in one day,

2.2.471037And I the elder and more terrible;

2.2.481038And Caesar shall go forth.

And Caesar shall go forth. Alas, my Lord,

2.2.491040Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

2.2.501041Do not go forth today. Call it my fear

2.2.511042That keeps you in the house, and not your own.

2.2.521043We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate House,

2.2.531044And he shall say you are not well today.

2.2.541045Let me upon my knee prevail in this.

Mark Antony shall say I am not well,

2.2.561047And for thy humor, I will stay at home.

2.2.571049Here's Decius Brutus. He shall tell them so.

Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar,

2.2.591051I come to fetch you to the Senate House.

And you are come in very happy time

2.2.611053To bear my greeting to the senators,

2.2.621054And tell them that I will not come today--

2.2.631055Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser:

2.2.641056I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.

Say he is sick.

Say he is sick. Shall Caesar send a lie?

2.2.661059Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far

2.2.671060To be afeard to tell gray-beards the truth?

2.2.681061Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.

Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,

2.2.701063Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.

The cause is in my will; I will not come.

2.2.721065That is enough to satisfy the Senate.

2.2.731066But for your private satisfaction,

2.2.741067Because I love you, I will let you know.

2.2.751068Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.

2.2.761069She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,

2.2.771070Which like a fountain with an hundred spouts

2.2.781071Did run pure blood, and many lusty Romans

2.2.791072Came smiling and did bathe their hands in it.

2.2.801073And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,

2.2.811074And evils imminent; and on her knee

2.2.821075Hath begged that I will stay at home today.

This dream is all amiss interpreted:

2.2.841077It was a vision fair and fortunate.

2.2.851078Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,

2.2.861079In which so many smiling Romans bathed,

2.2.871080Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck

2.2.881081Reviving blood, and that great men shall press

2.2.891082For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.

2.2.901083This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.

And this way have you well expounded it.

I have, when you have heard what I can say,

2.2.931086And know it now: the Senate have concluded

2.2.941087To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.

2.2.951088If you shall send them word you will not come,

2.2.961089Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock

2.2.971090Apt to be rendered for someone to say,

2.2.981091"Break up the Senate till another time,

2.2.991092When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams."

2.2.1001093If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper

2.2.1011094"Lo, Caesar is afraid"?

2.2.1021095Pardon me, Caesar, for my dear dear love

2.2.1031096To your proceeding bids me tell you this,

2.2.1041097And reason to my love is liable.

How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia?

2.2.1061099I am ashamèd I did yield to them.

2.2.1071100Give me my robe, for I will go.

2.2.1081103And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Good morrow, Caesar.

Good morrow, Caesar. Welcome, Publius.

2.2.1101106What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?

2.2.1111107Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,

2.2.1121108Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy

2.2.1131109As that same ague which hath made you lean.

2.2.1141110What is't o'clock?

What is't o'clock? Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.

I thank you for your pains and courtesy.

2.2.1161114See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,

2.2.1171115Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.

So to most noble Caesar.

So to most noble Caesar. Bid them prepare within.

2.2.1191118I am to blame to be thus waited for.

2.2.1201119Now, Cinna. Now, Metellus. What, Trebonius,

2.2.1211120I have an hour's talk in store for you.

2.2.1221121Remember that you call on me today.

2.2.1231122Be near me, that I may remember you.

Caesar I will, [aside] and so near will I be,

2.2.1251124That your best friends shall wish I had been further.

Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me.

2.2.1271126And we, like friends, will straight way go together.

[aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,

2.2.1291128The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon.

2.3.21138Here will I stand, till Caesar pass along,

2.3.31139And as a suitor will I give him this.

2.3.41140My heart laments that virtue cannot live

2.3.51141Out of the teeth of emulation.

2.3.61142If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;

2.3.71143If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.

2.4.21146Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.

2.4.31147Why dost thou stay?

Why dost thou stay? To know my errand, madam.

I would have had thee there and here again

2.4.51150Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.

2.4.61151O constancy, be strong upon my side!

2.4.71152Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue.

2.4.81153I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

2.4.91154How hard it is for women to keep counsel.

2.4.101155Art thou here yet?

Art thou here yet? Madam, what should I do?

2.4.111157Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

2.4.121158And so return to you, and nothing else?

Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,

2.4.141160For he went sickly forth, and take good note

2.4.151161What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.

2.4.161162Hark, boy, what noise is that?

I hear none, madam.

I hear none, madam. Prithee, listen well:

2.4.181165I heard a bustling rumor, like a fray,

2.4.191166And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?

At mine own house, good lady.

What is't o'clock?

What is't o'clock? About the ninth hour, lady.

Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand

2.4.261175To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

That I have, lady, if it will please Caesar

2.4.291178To be so good to Caesar as to hear me:

2.4.301179I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Why, know'st thou any harm's intended 1181towards him?

None that I know will be; 1183much that I fear may chance.

2.4.331184Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow.

2.4.341185The throng that follows Caesar at the heels

2.4.351186Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

2.4.361187Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.

2.4.371188I'll get me to a place more void, and there

2.4.381189Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.

I must go in. 1191Ay me! How weak a thing

2.4.401192The heart of woman is! O Brutus,

2.4.411193The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprise.

2.4.421194Sure the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit

2.4.431195That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint!

2.4.441196Run Lucius, and commend me to my lord!

2.4.451197Say I am merry. Come to me again,

2.4.461198And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

The ides of March are come.

Ay, Caesar, but not gone.

Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.

Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,

3.1.51208At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

O Caesar, read mine first, for mine's a suit

3.1.71210That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.

What touches us ourself shall be last served.

Delay not Caesar, read it instantly!

What, is the fellow mad?

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

What, urge you your petitions in the street?

3.1.121216Come to the Capitol.

I wish your enterprise today may thrive.

What enterprise, Popilius?

What enterprise, Popilius? Fare you well.

What said Popilius Lena?

He wished today our enterprise might thrive:

3.1.171222I fear our purpose is discoverèd.

Look how he makes to Caesar: mark him.

Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.

3.1.201225Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,

3.1.211226Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,

3.1.221227For I will slay myself.

For I will slay myself. Cassius, be constant.

3.1.231229Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,

3.1.241230For look he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

Trebonius knows his time, for look you, Brutus,

3.1.261232He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,

3.1.281234And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

He is addressed. Press near, and second him.

Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Are we all ready? What is now amiss,

3.1.321238That Caesar and his senate must redress?

Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar!

3.1.341240Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat

3.1.351241An humble heart.

An humble heart. I must prevent thee, Cimber.

3.1.361243These couchings and these lowly courtesies

3.1.371244Might fire the blood of ordinary men,

3.1.381245And turn preordinance and first decree

3.1.391246Into the lane of children. Be not fond

3.1.401247To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood

3.1.411248That will be thawed from the true quality

3.1.421249With that which melteth fools--I mean sweet words,

3.1.431250Low-crookèd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.

3.1.441251Thy brother by decree is banishèd.

3.1.451252If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawn for him,

3.1.461253I spurn thee like a cur out of my way!

3.1.471254Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause

3.1.481255Will he be satisfied.

Is there no voice more worthy than my own

3.1.501257To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear

3.1.511258For the repealing of my banished brother?

I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar,

3.1.531260Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

3.1.541261Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

What, Brutus?

What, Brutus? Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!

3.1.561264As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall

3.1.571265To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

I could be well moved, if I were as you.

3.1.591267If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.

3.1.601268But I am constant as the northern star,

3.1.611269Of whose true fixed and resting quality,

3.1.621270There is no fellow in the firmament.

3.1.631271The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;

3.1.641272They are all fire, and every one doth shine;

3.1.651273But there's but one in all doth hold his place.

3.1.661274So in the world: 'tis furnished well with men,

3.1.671275And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;

3.1.681276Yet in the number I do know but one

3.1.691277That unassailable holds on his rank

3.1.701278Unshaked of motion, and that I am he,

3.1.711279Let me a little show it, even in this:

3.1.721280That I was constant Cimber should be banished,

3.1.731281And constant do remain to keep him so.

O Caesar--

O Caesar-- Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Great Caesar--

Great Caesar-- Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

Speak, hands, for me!

Et tu Brutè? --Then fall, Caesar!

Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!

3.1.791290Run hence! Proclaim! Cry it about the streets!

Some to the common pulpits and cry out!

3.1.811292Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!

People and senators, be not affrighted.

3.1.831294Fly not! Stand still! Ambition's debt is paid.

Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

Go to the pulpit, Brutus. And Cassius too.

Where's Publius?

Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's

3.1.881300Should chance--

Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer.

3.1.901302There is no harm intended to your person,

3.1.911303Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.

And leave us, Publius, lest that the people

3.1.931305Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

Do so, and let no man abide this deed

3.1.951307But we the doers.

Where is Antony?

Where is Antony? Fled to his house amazed.

3.1.971311Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run

3.1.981312As it were doomsday.

As it were doomsday. Fates, we will know your pleasures.

3.1.991314That we shall die, we know. 'Tis but the time

3.1.1001315And drawing days out that men stand upon.

Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life

3.1.1021317Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Grant that, and then is death a benefit.

3.1.1041319So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged

3.1.1051320His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,

3.1.1061321And let us bathe our hands in Caesars blood

3.1.1071322Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords.

3.1.1081323Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,

3.1.1091324And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,

3.1.1101325Let's all cry, "Peace, freedom, and liberty!"

Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence

3.1.1121327Shall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,

3.1.1131328In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,

3.1.1151330That now on Pompey's basis lies along,

3.1.1161331No worthier than the dust!

No worthier than the dust! So oft as that shall be,

3.1.1171333So often shall the knot of us be called

3.1.1181334The men that gave their country liberty.

What, shall we forth?

What, shall we forth? Ay, every man away.

3.1.1201337Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels

3.1.1211338With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.

3.1.1241342Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,

3.1.1251343And being prostrate, thus he bade me say:

So says my master Antony.

Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;

3.1.1391357I never thought him worse.

3.1.1401358Tell him, so please him come unto this place,

3.1.1411359He shall be satisfied, and by my honor

3.1.1421360Depart untouched.

Depart untouched. I'll fetch him presently.

I know that we shall have him well to friend.

I wish we may, but yet have I a mind

3.1.1451364That fears him much, and my misgiving still

3.1.1461365Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

But here comes Antony: 1368Welcome, Mark Antony.

O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?

3.1.1491370Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,

3.1.1501371Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.

3.1.1511372I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,

3.1.1521373Who else must be let blood, who else is rank;

3.1.1531374If I myself, there is no hour so fit

3.1.1541375As Caesar's death's hour, nor no instrument

3.1.1551376Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich

3.1.1561377With the most noble blood of all this world.

3.1.1571378I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,

3.1.1581379Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,

3.1.1591380Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,

3.1.1601381I shall not find myself so apt to die;

3.1.1611382No place will please me so, no mean of death,

3.1.1621383As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,

3.1.1631384The choice and master spirits of this age.

O Antony! Beg not your death of us.

3.1.1651386Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,

3.1.1661387As by our hands and this our present act

3.1.1671388You see we do. Yet see you but our hands

3.1.1681389And this, the bleeding business they have done.

3.1.1691390Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful,

3.1.1701391And pity to the general wrong of Rome--

3.1.1711392As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity--

3.1.1721393Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,

3.1.1731394To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.

3.1.1741395Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts

3.1.1751396Of brothers' temper, do receive you in,

3.1.1761397With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

Your voice shall be as strong as any man's,

3.1.1781399In the disposing of new dignities.

Only be patient, till we have appeased

3.1.1801401The multitude, beside themselves with fear,

3.1.1811402And then we will deliver you the cause

3.1.1821403Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,

3.1.1831404Have thus proceeded.

Have thus proceeded. I doubt not of your wisdom.

3.1.1841406Let each man render me his bloody hand.

3.1.1851407First, Marcus Brutus. will I shake with you;

3.1.1861408Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;

3.1.1871409Now, Decius Brutus yours; now yours, Metellus;

3.1.1881410Yours, Cinna; and my valiant Casca, yours;

3.1.1891411Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.

3.1.1901412Gentlemen all. Alas, what shall I say?

3.1.1911413My credit now stands on such slippery ground,

3.1.1921414That one of two bad ways you must conceit me:

3.1.1931415Either a coward, or a flatterer.

3.1.1941416That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true!

3.1.1951417If then thy spirit look upon us now,

3.1.1961418Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death

3.1.1971419To see thy Antony making his peace,

3.1.1981420Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes--

3.1.1991421Most noble -- in the presence of thy corpse?

3.1.2001422Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,

3.1.2011423Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,

3.1.2021424It would become me better, than to close

3.1.2031425In terms of friendship with thine enemies.

3.1.2041426Pardon me Julius! Here was't thou bayed, brave hart,

3.1.2051427Here did'st thou fall, and here thy hunters stand

3.1.2061428Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned in thy Lethe.

3.1.2071429O world! Thou wast the forest to this hart,

3.1.2081430And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee!

3.1.2091431How like a deer, strucken by many princes,

3.1.2101432Dost thou here lie!

Mark Antony--

Mark Antony-- Pardon me, Caius Cassius.

3.1.2121435The enemies of Caesar shall say this;

3.1.2131436Then in a friend it is cold modesty.

I blame you not for praising Caesar so,

3.1.2151438But what compact mean you to have with us?

3.1.2161439Will you be pricked in number of our friends,

3.1.2171440Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed

3.1.2191442Swayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.

3.1.2201443Friends am I with you all, and love you all,

3.1.2211444Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,

3.1.2221445Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

Or else were this a savage spectacle.

3.1.2241447Our reasons are so full of good regard

3.1.2251448That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,

3.1.2261449You should be satisfied.

You should be satisfied. That's all I seek,

3.1.2271451And am moreover suitor that I may

3.1.2281452Produce his body to the marketplace,

3.1.2291453And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,

3.1.2301454Speak in the order of his funeral.

You shall, Mark Antony.

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

3.1.2321457You know not what you do! Do not consent

3.1.2331458That Antony speak in his funeral.

3.1.2341459Know you how much the people may be moved

3.1.2351460By that which he will utter?

By that which he will utter? By your pardon:

3.1.2361462I will myself into the pulpit first,

3.1.2371463And show the reason of our Caesar's death.

3.1.2381464What Antony shall speak, I will protest

3.1.2391465He speaks by leave and by permission,

3.1.2401466And that we are contented Caesar shall

3.1.2411467Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.

3.1.2421468It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

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

Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.

3.1.2451471You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,

3.1.2461472But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,

3.1.2471473And say you do't by our permission.

3.1.2481474Else shall you not have any hand at all

3.1.2491475About his funeral. And you shall speak

3.1.2501476In the same pulpit whereto I am going,

3.1.2511477After my speech is ended.

After my speech is ended. Be it so.

3.1.2521479I do desire no more.

Prepare the body, then, and follow us.

O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

3.1.2551483That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

3.1.2561484Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

3.1.2571485That ever livèd in the tide of times.

3.1.2581486Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

3.1.2591487Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,

3.1.2601488Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips,

3.1.2611489To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue:

3.1.2621490A curse shall light upon the limbs of men,

3.1.2631491Domestic fury and fierce civil strife

3.1.2641492Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;

3.1.2651493Blood and destruction shall be so in use,

3.1.2661494And dreadful objects so familiar,

3.1.2671495That mothers shall but smile when they behold

3.1.2681496Their infants quartered with the hands of war,

3.1.2691497All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;

3.1.2701498And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge,

3.1.2711499With Atè by his side come hot from hell,

3.1.2721500Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,

3.1.2731501Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war,

3.1.2741502That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

3.1.2751503With carrion men, groaning for burial.

3.1.2761505You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

I do, Mark Antony.

Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

He did receive his letters and is coming,

3.1.2801509And bid me say to you by word of mouth--

3.1.2811510O Caesar!

Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.

3.1.2831512Passion I see is catching, for mine eyes,

3.1.2841513Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,

3.1.2851514Begin to water. Is thy master coming?

He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.

Post back with speed, 1517And tell him what hath chanced.

3.1.2881518Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

3.1.2891519No Rome of safety for Octavius yet.

3.1.2901520Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile;

3.1.2911521Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corpse

3.1.2921522Into the marketplace. There shall I try

3.1.2931523In my oration how the people take

3.1.2941524The cruel issue of these bloody men,

3.1.2951525According to the which, thou shalt discourse

3.1.2961526To young Octavius of the state of things.

3.1.2971527Lend me your hand.

We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!

Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.

3.2.31532Cassius, go you into the other street,

3.2.41533And part the numbers.

3.2.51534Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;

3.2.61535Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;

3.2.71536And public reasons shall be rendered

3.2.81537Of Caesar's death.

Of Caesar's death. I will hear Brutus speak.

I will hear Cassius and compare their reasons,

3.2.101540When severally we hear them renderèd.

The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence!

Be patient till the last.

3.2.131543Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my 1544cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for 1545mine honor, and have respect to mine honor that you 1546may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake 1547your senses that you may the better judge. If there be 1548any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him 1549I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If 1550then that friend demand why Brutus rose against 1551Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but 1552that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were 1553living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead to 1554live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; 1555as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I 1556honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. 1557There is tears for his love; joy, for his fortune; honor, for 1558his valor; and death, for his ambition. Who is here 1559so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him 1560have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not 1561be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. 1562Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, 1563speak, for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

None, Brutus, none.

Then none have I offended. I have done no 1566more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. 1567The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not 1568extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offenses 1569enforced, for which he suffered death.

3.2.161571Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, 1572though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the 1573benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth, as which 1574of you shall not? With this, I depart, that as I slew my 1575best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same 1576dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need 1577my death.

Live Brutus! Live! Live!

Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

Give him a statue with his ancestors.

Let him be Caesar.

Let him be Caesar. Caesar's better parts,

3.2.211583Shall be crowned in Brutus.

We'll bring him to his house 1585with shouts and clamors.

My countrymen!

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks.

Peace, ho!

Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

3.2.271590And for my sake, stay here with Antony.

3.2.281591Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech

3.2.291592Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony

3.2.301593By our permission is allowed to make.

3.2.311594I do entreat you, not a man depart,

3.2.321595Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

Stay, ho! And let us hear Mark Antony.

Let him go up into the public chair.

3.2.351598We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.

What does he say of Brutus?

He says, for Brutus' sake

3.2.391602He finds himself beholding to us all.

'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here!

This Caesar was a tyrant.

This Caesar was a tyrant. Nay, that's certain:

3.2.421606We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

Peace! Let us hear what Antony can say.

You gentle Romans--

You gentle Romans-- Peace, ho! Let us hear him.

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears.

3.2.461611I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

3.2.471612The evil that men do lives after them;

3.2.481613The good is oft interrèd with their bones:

3.2.491614So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus

3.2.501615Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

3.2.511616If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

3.2.521617And grievously hath Caesar answered it.

3.2.531618Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--

3.2.541619For Brutus is an honorable man,

3.2.551620So are they all, all honorable men--

3.2.561621Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

3.2.571622He was my friend: faithful and just to me.

3.2.581623But Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.591624And Brutus is an honorable man.

3.2.601625He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

3.2.611626Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.

3.2.621627Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

3.2.631628When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;

3.2.641629Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

3.2.651630Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.661631And Brutus is an honorable man.

3.2.671632You all did see that on the Lupercal

3.2.681633I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

3.2.691634Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

3.2.701635Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.711636And sure he is an honorable man.

3.2.721637I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

3.2.731638But here I am, to speak what I do know.

3.2.741639You all did love him once, not without cause.

3.2.751640What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?

3.2.761641O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

3.2.771642And men have lost their reason! Bear with me;

3.2.781643My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

3.2.791644And I must pause till it come back to me.

Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

If thou consider rightly of the matter,

3.2.821647Caesar has had great wrong.

Caesar has had great wrong. Has he, masters?

3.2.83I fear there will a worse come in his place.

Marked ye his words? He would not take the crown;

3.2.851650Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

But yesterday, the word of Caesar might

3.2.911656Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,

3.2.921657And none so poor to do him reverence.

3.2.931658O masters! If I were disposed to stir

3.2.941659Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

3.2.951660I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,

3.2.961661Who you all know are honorable men.

3.2.971662I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

3.2.981663To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,

3.2.991664Than I will wrong such honorable men.

3.2.1001665But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;

3.2.1011666I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.

3.2.1021667Let but the commons hear this testament,

3.2.1031668Which pardon me, I do not mean to read,

3.2.1041669And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,

3.2.1051670And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,

3.2.1061671Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

3.2.1071672And dying, mention it within their wills,

3.2.1081673Bequeathing it as a rich legacy

3.2.1091674Unto their issue.

We'll hear the will! Read it, Mark Antony!

The will! The will! We will hear Caesar's will!

Have patience, gentle friends. I must not read it.

3.2.1131678It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.

3.2.1141679You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;

3.2.1151680And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,

3.2.1161681It will inflame you; it will make you mad.

3.2.1171682'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,

3.2.1181683For if you should, oh, what would come of it?

Read the will! We'll hear it, Antony!

3.2.1201685You shall read us the will! Caesar's will!

Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?

3.2.1221687I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it,

3.2.1231688I fear I wrong the honorable men

3.2.1241689Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.

They were traitors! "Honorable men"?

The will! The testament!

They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the 1693will!

You will compel me then to read the will?

3.2.1291695Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,

3.2.1301696And let me show you him that made the will.

3.2.1311697Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?

Come down!

Come down! Descend!

Come down! Descend! You shall have leave.

Come down! Descend! You shall have leave. A ring!

3.2.133Stand round!

Stand round! Stand from the hearse! Stand from the body!

Room for Antony! Most noble Antony!

Nay, press not so upon me! Stand far'er off.

Stand back! Room! Bear back!

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

3.2.1381707You all do know this mantle; I remember

3.2.1391708The first time ever Caesar put it on.

3.2.1401709'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,

3.2.1411710That day he overcame the Nervii.

3.2.1421711Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.

3.2.1431712See what a rent the envious Casca made.

3.2.1441713Through this, the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed,

3.2.1451714And as he plucked his cursèd steel away,

3.2.1461715Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,

3.2.1471716As rushing out of doors to be resolved

3.2.1481717If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;

3.2.1491718For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.

3.2.1501719Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him.

3.2.1511720This was the most unkindest cut of all,

3.2.1521721For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,

3.2.1531722Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

3.2.1541723Quite vanquished him; then burst his mighty heart,

3.2.1551724And in his mantle muffling up his face,

3.2.1561725Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

3.2.1571726Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.

3.2.1581727Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

3.2.1591728Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

3.2.1601729Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

3.2.1611730Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel

3.2.1621731The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.

3.2.1631732Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold

3.2.1641733Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here!

3.2.1651734Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.

Oh, piteous spectacle!

Oh, piteous spectacle! O noble Caesar!

Oh, woeful day!

Oh, woeful day! Oh, traitors! Villains!

Oh, most bloody sight!

Oh, most bloody sight! We will be revenged!

Revenge! 1741About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!

3.2.1701742Let not a traitor live!

Let not a traitor live! Stay, countrymen!

Peace there! Hear the noble Antony!

We'll hear him! We'll follow him! We'll die with 1746him.

Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up

3.2.1741748To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

3.2.1751749They that have done this deed are honorable.

3.2.1761750What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,

3.2.1771751That made them do it. They are wise and honorable,

3.2.1781752And will no doubt with reasons answer you.

3.2.1791753I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.

3.2.1801754I am no orator, as Brutus is,

3.2.1811755But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man

3.2.1821756That love my friend, and that they know full well

3.2.1831757That gave me public leave to speak of him:

3.2.1841758For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

3.2.1851759Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech

3.2.1861760To stir men's blood. I only speak right on.

3.2.1871761I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

3.2.1881762Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,

3.2.1891763And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,

3.2.1901764And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

3.2.1911765Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue

3.2.1921766In every wound of Caesar that should move

3.2.1931767The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

We'll mutiny!

We'll mutiny! We'll burn the house of Brutus!

Away then! Come, seek the conspirators!

Yet hear me countrymen! Yet hear me speak!

Peace, ho! Hear Antony! Most noble Antony!

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.

3.2.1991774Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?

3.2.2001775Alas you know not. I must tell you then:

3.2.2011776You have forgot the will I told you of.

Most true! The will! Let's stay and hear the will!

Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.

3.2.2041779To every Roman citizen he gives,

3.2.2051780To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death!

O royal Caesar!

O royal Caesar! Hear me with patience.

O royal Caesar! Hear me with patience. Peace ho!

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

3.2.2091786His private arbors, and new-planted orchards

3.2.2101787On this side Tiber. He hath left them you

3.2.2111788And to your heirs forever--common pleasures

3.2.2121789To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.

3.2.2131790Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Never, never! Come! Away! Away!

3.2.2151792We'll burn his body in the holy place,

3.2.2161793And with the brands fire the traitors' houses!

3.2.2171794Take up the body!

Go! Fetch fire!

Pluck down benches!

Pluck down forms, windows, anything!

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot:

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot: 3.2.2221800Take thou what course thou wilt.

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot: Take thou what course thou wilt. 1801How now, fellow?

Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

Where is he?

He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

And thither will I straight to visit him.

3.2.2271807He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

3.2.2281808And in this mood will give us anything.

I heard him say Brutus and Cassius

3.2.2301810Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

Belike they had some notice of the people

3.2.2321812How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.

I dreamt tonight, that I did feast with Caesar,

3.3.21815And things unluckily charge my fantasy.

3.3.31816I have no will to wander forth of doors,

3.3.41817Yet something leads me forth.

What is your name?

Whither are you going?

Where do you dwell?

Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Answer every man directly.

Ay, and briefly.

Ay, and wisely.

Ay, and truly, you were best.

What is my name? Whither am I going? Where 1827do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then 1828to answer every man, directly and briefly, wisely and 1829truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

That's as much as to say, they are fools that 1831marry. You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed 1832directly!

Directly I am going to Caesar's funeral.

As a friend or an enemy?

As a friend.

That matter is answered directly.

For your dwelling--briefly.

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Your name sir, truly.

Truly, my name is Cinna.

Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator!

I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet!

Tear him for his bad verses! Tear him for his bad 1844verses!

I am not Cinna the conspirator.

It is no matter; his name's Cinna. Pluck but his 1847name out of his heart, and turn him going.

Tear him! Tear him! Come! Brands ho! Firebrands 1849to Brutus! To Cassius! Burn all! Some to Decius' house, 1850and some to Casca's! Some to Ligarius'! Away, go!

These many then shall die; their names are pricked.

Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?

I do consent.

I do consent. Prick him down, Antony.

Upon condition Publius shall not live,

4.1.51859Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

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

4.1.71861But Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house,

4.1.81862Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine

4.1.91863How to cut off some charge in legacies.

What, shall I find you here?

Or here, or at the Capitol.

This is a slight, unmeritable man,

4.1.131867Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,

4.1.141868The three-fold world divided, he should stand

4.1.151869One of the three to share it?

One of the three to share it? So you thought him,

4.1.161871And took his voice who should be pricked to die

4.1.171872In our black sentence and proscription.

Octavius, I have seen more days than you,

4.1.191874And though we lay these honors on this man

4.1.201875To ease ourselves of divers sland'rous loads,

4.1.211876He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,

4.1.221877To groan and sweat under the business,

4.1.231878Either led or driven, as we point the way;

4.1.241879And having brought our treasure where we will,

4.1.251880Then take we down his load and turn him off,

4.1.261881Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears

4.1.271882And graze in commons.

And graze in commons. You may do your will,

4.1.281884But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

So is my horse, Octavius, and for that

4.1.301886I do appoint him store of provender.

4.1.311887It is a creature that I teach to fight,

4.1.321888To wind, to stop, to run directly on,

4.1.331889His corporal motion governed by my spirit.

4.1.341890And in some taste is Lepidus but so:

4.1.351891He must be taught, and trained, and bid go forth--

4.1.361892A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds

4.1.371893On objects, arts, and imitations,

4.1.381894Which out of use, and staled by other men,

4.1.391895Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him

4.1.401896But as a property. And now, Octavius,

4.1.411897Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius

4.1.421898Are levying powers; we must straight make head.

4.1.431899Therefore let our alliance be combined,

4.1.441900Our best friends made, our means stretched,

4.1.451901And let us presently go sit in council

4.1.461902How covert matters may be best disclosed,

4.1.471903And open perils surest answerèd.

Let us do so, for we are at the stake

4.1.491905And bayed about with many enemies,

4.1.501906And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,

4.1.511907Millions of mischiefs.

Stand, ho!

Give the word, ho, and stand!

What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?

He is at hand, and Pindarus is come

4.2.51914To do you salutation from his master.

He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,

4.2.71916In his own change or by ill officers,

4.2.81917Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

4.2.91918Things done, undone; but if he be at hand

4.2.101919I shall be satisfied.

I shall be satisfied. I do not doubt

4.2.111921But that my noble master will appear

4.2.121922Such as he is, full of regard and honor.

He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,

4.2.141924How he received you. Let me be resolved.

With courtesy and with respect enough,

4.2.161926But not with such familiar instances,

4.2.171927Nor with such free and friendly conference

4.2.181928As he hath used of old.

As he hath used of old. Thou hast described

4.2.191930A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,

4.2.201931When love begins to sicken and decay,

4.2.211932It useth an enforcèd ceremony.

4.2.221933There are no tricks in plain and simple faith,

4.2.231934But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

4.2.241935Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;

4.2.251937But when they should endure the bloody spur,

4.2.261938They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades

4.2.271939Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.

4.2.291941The greater part, the horse in general,

4.2.301942Are come with Cassius.

Are come with Cassius. Hark! he is arrived.

4.2.311945March gently on to meet him.

Stand, ho!

Stand, ho! Speak the word along!

Stand!

Stand!

Stand!

Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

4.2.391953And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,

4.2.411955And when you do them--

And when you do them-- Cassius, be content.

4.2.421957Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well.

4.2.431958Before the eyes of both our armies here,

4.2.441959Which should perceive nothing but love from us,

4.2.451960Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;

4.2.461961Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,

4.2.471962And I will give you audience.

And I will give you audience. Pindarus,

4.2.481964Bid our commanders lead their charges off

4.2.491965A little from this ground.

Lucilius, do you the like, and let no man

4.2.511967Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.

4.2.521968Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

That you have wronged me doth appear in this:

4.3.21971You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella

4.3.31972For taking bribes here of the Sardians,

4.3.41973Wherein my letters, praying on his side,

4.3.51974Because I knew the man, was slighted off

You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

In such a time as this, it is not meet

4.3.81977That every nice offense should bear his comment.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

4.3.101979Are much condemned to have an itching palm,

4.3.111980To sell and mart your offices for gold

4.3.121981To undeservers.

To undeservers. I, an itching palm?

4.3.131983You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,

4.3.141984Or by the gods, this speech were else your last!

The name of Cassius honors this corruption,

4.3.161986And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Chastisement!

Remember March, the ides of March remember.

4.3.191989Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?

4.3.201990What villain touched his body that did stab

4.3.211991And not for justice? What, shall one of us

4.3.221992That struck the foremost man of all this world

4.3.231993But for supporting robbers, shall we now

4.3.241994Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,

4.3.251995And sell the mighty space of our large honors

4.3.261996For so much trash as may be graspèd thus?

4.3.271997I had rather be a dog and bay the moon

4.3.281998Than such a Roman.

Than such a Roman. Brutus, bait not me!

4.3.292000I'll not endure it. You forget yourself

4.3.302001To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,

4.3.312002Older in practice, abler than yourself

4.3.322003To make conditions.

Go to. You are not Cassius.

I am.

I say, you are not.

Urge me no more! I shall forget myself.

4.3.372008Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.

Away, slight man.

Is't possible?

Is't possible? Hear me, for I will speak.

4.3.402012Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

4.3.412013Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

O ye gods! Ye gods! Must I endure all this?

All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break.

4.3.442016Go show your slaves how choleric you are,

4.3.452017And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?

4.3.462018Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch

4.3.472019Under your testy humor? By the gods,

4.3.482020You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

4.3.492021Though it do split you. For from this day forth,

4.3.502022I'll use you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,

4.3.512023When you are waspish.

When you are waspish. Is it come to this?

You say you are a better soldier.

4.3.532026Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

4.3.542027And it shall please me well. For mine own part,

4.3.552028I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

You wrong me every way. 2030You wrong me, Brutus.

4.3.572031I said an elder soldier, not a better.

4.3.582032Did I say "better"?

Did I say "better"? If you did, I care not.

When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.

I durst not?

No.

What? durst not tempt him?

What? durst not tempt him? For your life you durst not.

Do not presume too much upon my love;

4.3.652041I may do that I shall be sorry for.

You have done that you should be sorry for.

4.3.672043There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,

4.3.682044For I am armed so strong in honesty

4.3.692045That they pass by me as the idle wind,

4.3.702046Which I respect not. I did send to you

4.3.712047For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,

4.3.722048For I can raise no money by vile means.

4.3.732049By heaven, I had rather coin my heart

4.3.742050And drop my blood for drachmas than to wring

4.3.752051From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash

4.3.762052By any indirection. I did send

4.3.772053To you for gold to pay my legions,

4.3.782054Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?

4.3.792055Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?

4.3.802056When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

4.3.812057To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

4.3.822058Be ready, gods: with all your thunderbolts

4.3.832059Dash him to pieces.

Dash him to pieces. I denied you not.

You did.

You did. I did not. He was but a fool

4.3.862063That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my hart.

4.3.872064A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

4.3.882065But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

I do not, till you practice them on me.

You love me not.

You love me not. I do not like your faults.

A friendly eye could never see such faults.

A flatterer's would not, though they do appear

4.3.932071As huge as high Olympus.

Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

4.3.952073Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

4.3.962074For Cassius is aweary of the world,

4.3.972075Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,

4.3.982076Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,

4.3.992077Set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rote

4.3.1002078To cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep

4.3.1012079My spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger,

4.3.1022080And here my naked breast; within, a heart

4.3.1032081Dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold.

4.3.1042082If that thou be'est a Roman, take it forth.

4.3.1052083I that denied the gold will give my heart.

4.3.1062084Strike as thou did'st at Caesar, for I know,

4.3.1072085When thou did'st hate him worst, thou loved'st him better

4.3.1082086Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

Than ever thou loved'st Cassius. Sheath your dagger.

4.3.1092088Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

4.3.1102089Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.

4.3.1112090O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb

4.3.1122091That carries anger as the flint bears fire,

4.3.1132092Who much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark,

4.3.1142093And straight is cold again.

And straight is cold again. Hath Cassius lived

4.3.1152095To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

4.3.1162096When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?

When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.

Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

And my heart too.

And my heart too. O Brutus!

And my heart too. O Brutus! What's the matter?

Have not you love enough to bear with me,

4.3.1212103When that rash humor which my mother gave me

4.3.1222104Makes me forgetful?

Makes me forgetful? Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth,

4.3.1232106When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

4.3.1242107He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Let me go in to see the generals!

4.3.1262110There is some grudge between 'em. 'Tis not meet

4.3.1272111They be alone.

They be alone. You shall not come to them!

Nothing but death shall stay me.

How now? What's the matter?

For shame, you generals! What do you mean?

Ha, ha! How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!

Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

I'll know his humor, when he knows his time.

4.3.1372122What should the wars do with these jigging fools?

4.3.1382123Companion, hence.

Companion, hence. Away, away be gone.

Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

4.3.1402126Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.

And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you

4.3.1422128Immediately to us.

Immediately to us. Lucius, a bowl of wine.

I did not think you could have been so angry.

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

Of your philosophy you make no use,

4.3.1462133If you give place to accidental evils.

No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

Ha? Portia?

She is dead.

How scaped I killing, when I crossed you so?

4.3.1512138O insupportable and touching loss!

4.3.1522139Upon what sickness?

Upon what sickness? Impatient of my absence,

4.3.1532141And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony

4.3.1542142Have made themselves so strong--for with her death

4.3.1552143That tidings came--with this she fell distract,

4.3.1562144And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.

And died so?

And died so? Even so.

And died so? Even so. O ye immortal gods!

Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.

4.3.1592150In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.

4.3.1612152Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup.

4.3.1622153I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.

Come in, Titinius. 2156Welcome, good Messala.

4.3.1642157Now sit we close about this taper here,

4.3.1652158And call in question our necessities.

Portia, art thou gone?

Portia, art thou gone? No more I pray you.

4.3.1672161Messala, I have here received letters

4.3.1682162That young Octavius and Mark Antony

4.3.1692163Come down upon us with a mighty power,

4.3.1702164Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Myself have letters of the self-same tenor.

With what addition?

That by proscription and bills of outlawry

4.3.1742168Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus

4.3.1752169Have put to death an hundred senators.

Therein our letters do not well agree:

4.3.1772171Mine speak of seventy senators that died

4.3.1782172By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

Cicero one?

Cicero one? Cicero is dead,

4.3.180And by that order of proscription.

4.3.1812175Had you your letters from your wife, my Lord?

No, Messala.

Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Nothing, Messala.

Nothing, Messala. That methinks is strange.

Why ask you? 2181Hear you ought of her in yours?

No, my lord.

Now as you are a Roman, tell me true.

Then like a Roman, bear the truth I tell.

4.3.1892185For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

Why farewell Portia. We must die, Messala.

4.3.1912187With meditating that she must die once,

4.3.1922188I have the patience to endure it now.

Even so great men great losses should endure.

I have as much of this in art as you,

4.3.1952191But yet my nature could not bear it so.

Well, to our work alive. What do you think

4.3.1972193Of marching to Philippi presently?

I do not think it good.

I do not think it good. Your reason?

I do not think it good. Your reason? This it is:

4.3.1992197'Tis better that the enemy seek us,

4.3.2002198So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,

4.3.2012199Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,

4.3.2022200Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

4.3.2042202The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground

4.3.2052203Do stand but in a forced affection,

4.3.2062204For they have grudged us contribution.

4.3.2072205The enemy, marching along by them,

4.3.2082206By them shall make a fuller number up,

4.3.2092207Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged,

4.3.2102208From which advantage shall we cut him off,

4.3.2112209If at Philippi we do face him there,

4.3.2122210These people at our back.

These people at our back. Hear me, good brother--

Under your pardon. You must note, beside,

4.3.2142213That we have tried the utmost of our friends,

4.3.2152214Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.

4.3.2162215The enemy increaseth every day;

4.3.2172216We, at the height, are ready to decline.

4.3.2182217There is a tide in the affairs of men,

4.3.2192218Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune;

4.3.2202219Omitted, all the voyage of their life

4.3.2212220Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

4.3.2222221On such a full sea are we now afloat,

4.3.2232222And we must take the current when it serves,

4.3.2242223Or lose our ventures.

Or lose our ventures. Then with your will go on.

4.3.225We'll along 2225ourselves and meet them at Philippi.

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,

4.3.2272227And nature must obey necessity,

4.3.2282228Which we will niggard with a little rest.

4.3.2292229There is no more to say.

There is no more to say. No more, good night,

4.3.2302231Early tomorrow will we rise, and hence.

Lucius!

Lucius! My gown.

Lucius! My gown. Farewell, good Messala.

4.3.2322234Good night Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,

4.3.2332235Good night, and good repose.

O my dear brother!

4.3.2352237This was an ill beginning of the night.

4.3.2362238Never come such division 'tween our souls;

4.3.2372239Let it not, Brutus.

Let it not, Brutus. Everything is well.

Good night, my lord.

Good night, my lord. Good night, good brother.

Good night, Lord Brutus.

Good night, Lord Brutus. Farewell, everyone.

4.3.2412246Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

Here in the tent.

Here in the tent. What? Thou speak'st drowsily!

4.3.2432249Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watched.

4.3.2442250Call Claudio and some other of my men.

4.3.2452251I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

Varrus and Claudio!