3.1.0.21201Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, 1202Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, 1203Publius, [Popilius Lena,] and the Soothsayer. 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?
3.1.11.1[Caesar and his train move away.] 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:
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,
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,
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!
An humble heart. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
3.1.361243These couchings and these lowly courtesies
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.
3.1.451252If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
3.1.471254Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
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,
What, Brutus?
What, Brutus? Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
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.
3.1.611269Of whose true fixed and resting quality,
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;
3.1.721280That I was constant Cimber should be banished,
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!
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
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
Where is Antony?
Where is Antony? Fled to his house amazed.
3.1.971311Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run
As it were doomsday. Fates, we will know your pleasures.
3.1.991314That we shall die, we know. 'Tis but the time
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
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,
3.1.1081323Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,
3.1.1101325Let's all cry, "Peace, freedom, and liberty!"
Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
No worthier than the dust! So oft as that shall be,
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.
"Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
3.1.1291347Say I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.
So says my master Antony.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
3.1.1401358Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
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
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.
3.1.1521373Who else must be let blood, who else is rank;
3.1.1551376Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
3.1.1561377With the most noble blood of all this world.
3.1.1581379Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
3.1.1591380Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
3.1.1611382No place will please me so, no mean of death,
O Antony! Beg not your death of us.
3.1.1681389And this, the bleeding business they have done.
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
3.1.1761397With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's,
Only be patient, till we have appeased
3.1.1821403Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded. I doubt not of your wisdom.
3.1.1851407First, Marcus Brutus. will I shake with you;
3.1.1871409Now, Decius Brutus yours; now yours, Metellus;
3.1.1891411Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
3.1.1911413My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
3.1.1921414That one of two bad ways you must conceit me:
3.1.1941416That I did love thee, Caesar, oh, 'tis true!
3.1.1961418Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death
3.1.1991421Most noble -- in the presence of thy corpse?
3.1.2011423Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
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.
3.1.2081430And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
Mark Antony--
Mark Antony-- Pardon me, Caius Cassius.
I blame you not for praising Caesar so,
3.1.2161439Will you be pricked in number of our friends,
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,
Or else were this a savage spectacle.
You should be satisfied. That's all I seek,
You shall, Mark Antony.
You shall, Mark Antony. Brutus, a word with you:
By that which he will utter? By your pardon:
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,
After my speech is ended. Be it so.
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!
3.1.2581486Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
3.1.2601488Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips,
3.1.2611489To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue:
3.1.2671495That mothers shall but smile when they behold
3.1.2681496Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
3.1.2721500Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
3.1.2741502That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
I do, Mark Antony.
Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
He did receive his letters and is coming,
Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
3.1.2841513Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
Post back with speed,
1517And tell him what hath chanced.
3.1.2901520Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile;
3.1.2911521Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corpse
3.1.2951525According to the which, thou shalt discourse