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The Life and Death of Julies Caesar Shakespeare homepage | Julius Caeser | Entire play ACT I SCENE I. Rome. A street.

   Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners 

FLAVIUS

   Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
   Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
   Being mechanical, you ought not walk
   Upon a labouring day without the sign
   Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?

First Commoner

   Why, sir, a carpenter.

MARULLUS

   Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
   What dost thou with thy best apparel on?
   You, sir, what trade are you?

Second Commoner

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

MARULLUS

   But what trade art thou? answer me directly.

Second Commoner

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

MARULLUS

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

Second Commoner

   Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
   if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

MARULLUS

   What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!

Second Commoner

   Why, sir, cobble you.

FLAVIUS

   Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

Second Commoner

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

FLAVIUS

   But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
   Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

Second Commoner

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

MARULLUS

   Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
   What tributaries follow him to Rome,
   To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
   You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
   O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
   Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
   Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
   To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
   Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
   The livelong day, with patient expectation,
   To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
   And when you saw his chariot but appear,
   Have you not made an universal shout,
   That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
   To hear the replication of your sounds
   Made in her concave shores?
   And do you now put on your best attire?
   And do you now cull out a holiday?
   And do you now strew flowers in his way
   That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!
   Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
   Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
   That needs must light on this ingratitude.

FLAVIUS

   Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
   Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
   Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
   Into the channel, till the lowest stream
   Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
   Exeunt all the Commoners
   See whether their basest metal be not moved;
   They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
   Go you down that way towards the Capitol;

This way will I

   disrobe the images,
   If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

MARULLUS

   May we do so?
   You know it is the feast of Lupercal.

FLAVIUS

   It is no matter; let no images
   Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,
   And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
   So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
   These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing
   Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
   Who else would soar above the view of men
   And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. A public place.

   Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer 

CAESAR

   Calpurnia!

CASCA

   Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

CAESAR

   Calpurnia!

CALPURNIA

   Here, my lord.

CAESAR

   Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
   When he doth run his course. Antonius!

ANTONY

   Caesar, my lord?

CAESAR

   Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
   To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
   The barren, touched in this holy chase,
   Shake off their sterile curse.

ANTONY

   I shall remember:
   When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.

CAESAR

   Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
   Flourish

Soothsayer

   Caesar!

CAESAR

   Ha! who calls?

CASCA

   Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

CAESAR

   Who is it in the press that calls on me?
   I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
   Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.

Soothsayer

   Beware the ides of March.

CAESAR

   What man is that?

BRUTUS

   A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

CAESAR

   Set him before me; let me see his face.

CASSIUS

   Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

CAESAR

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

Soothsayer

   Beware the ides of March.

CAESAR

   He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
   Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

CASSIUS

   Will you go see the order of the course?

BRUTUS

   Not I.

CASSIUS

   I pray you, do.

BRUTUS

   I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
   Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
   Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
   I'll leave you.

CASSIUS

   Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
   I have not from your eyes that gentleness
   And show of love as I was wont to have:
   You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
   Over your friend that loves you.

BRUTUS

   Cassius,
   Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
   I turn the trouble of my countenance
   Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
   Of late with passions of some difference,
   Conceptions only proper to myself,
   Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
   But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--
   Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
   Nor construe any further my neglect,
   Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
   Forgets the shows of love to other men.

CASSIUS

   Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
   By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
   Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
   Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

BRUTUS

   No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
   But by reflection, by some other things.

CASSIUS

   'Tis just:
   And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
   That you have no such mirrors as will turn
   Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
   That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
   Where many of the best respect in Rome,
   Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
   And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
   Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

BRUTUS

   Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
   That you would have me seek into myself
   For that which is not in me?

CASSIUS

   Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
   And since you know you cannot see yourself
   So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
   Will modestly discover to yourself
   That of yourself which you yet know not of.
   And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
   Were I a common laugher, or did use
   To stale with ordinary oaths my love
   To every new protester; if you know
   That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
   And after scandal them, or if you know
   That I profess myself in banqueting
   To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
   Flourish, and shout

BRUTUS

   What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
   Choose Caesar for their king.

CASSIUS

   Ay, do you fear it?
   Then must I think you would not have it so.

BRUTUS

   I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
   But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
   What is it that you would impart to me?
   If it be aught toward the general good,
   Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,
   And I will look on both indifferently,
   For let the gods so speed me as I love
   The name of honour more than I fear death.

CASSIUS

   I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
   As well as I do know your outward favour.
   Well, honour is the subject of my story.
   I cannot tell what you and other men
   Think of this life; but, for my single self,
   I had as lief not be as live to be
   In awe of such a thing as I myself.
   I was born free as Caesar; so were you:
   We both have fed as well, and we can both
   Endure the winter's cold as well as he:
   For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
   The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
   Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
   Leap in with me into this angry flood,
   And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
   Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
   And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
   The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
   With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
   And stemming it with hearts of controversy;
   But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
   Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'
   I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
   Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
   The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
   Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
   Is now become a god, and Cassius is
   A wretched creature and must bend his body,
   If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
   He had a fever when he was in Spain,
   And when the fit was on him, I did mark
   How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;
   His coward lips did from their colour fly,
   And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
   Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
   Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
   Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
   Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'
   As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
   A man of such a feeble temper should
   So get the start of the majestic world
   And bear the palm alone.
   Shout. Flourish

BRUTUS

   Another general shout!
   I do believe that these applauses are
   For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.

CASSIUS

   Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
   Like a Colossus, and we petty men
   Walk under his huge legs and peep about
   To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
   Men at some time are masters of their fates:
   The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
   But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
   Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
   Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
   Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
   Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
   Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
   Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
   Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
   Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
   That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
   Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
   When went there by an age, since the great flood,
   But it was famed with more than with one man?
   When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
   That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
   Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
   When there is in it but one only man.
   O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
   There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
   The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
   As easily as a king.

BRUTUS

   That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
   What you would work me to, I have some aim:
   How I have thought of this and of these times,
   I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
   I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
   Be any further moved. What you have said
   I will consider; what you have to say
   I will with patience hear, and find a time
   Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
   Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
   Brutus had rather be a villager
   Than to repute himself a son of Rome
   Under these hard conditions as this time
   Is like to lay upon us.

CASSIUS

   I am glad that my weak words
   Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

BRUTUS

   The games are done and Caesar is returning.

CASSIUS

   As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
   And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
   What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
   Re-enter CAESAR and his Train

BRUTUS

   I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
   The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
   And all the rest look like a chidden train:
   Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
   Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
   As we have seen him in the Capitol,
   Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

CASSIUS

   Casca will tell us what the matter is.

CAESAR

   Antonius!

ANTONY

   Caesar?

CAESAR

   Let me have men about me that are fat;
   Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
   Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
   He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

ANTONY

   Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
   He is a noble Roman and well given.

CAESAR

   Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
   Yet if my name were liable to fear,
   I do not know the man I should avoid
   So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
   He is a great observer and he looks
   Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,
   As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
   Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
   As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit
   That could be moved to smile at any thing.
   Such men as he be never at heart's ease
   Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
   And therefore are they very dangerous.
   I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd
   Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
   Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
   And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
   Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA

CASCA

   You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?

BRUTUS

   Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
   That Caesar looks so sad.

CASCA

   Why, you were with him, were you not?

BRUTUS

   I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

CASCA

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

BRUTUS

   What was the second noise for?

CASCA

   Why, for that too.

CASSIUS

   They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

CASCA

   Why, for that too.

BRUTUS

   Was the crown offered him thrice?

CASCA

   Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every
   time gentler than other, and at every putting-by
   mine honest neighbours shouted.

CASSIUS

   Who offered him the crown?

CASCA

   Why, Antony.

BRUTUS

   Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

CASCA

   I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:
   it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
   Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown
   neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told
   you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my
   thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he
   offered it to him again; then he put it by again:
   but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
   fingers off it. And then he offered it the third
   time; he put it the third time by: and still as he
   refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their
   chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps
   and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because
   Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked
   Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and
   for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
   opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

CASSIUS

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

CASCA

   He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
   mouth, and was speechless.

BRUTUS

   'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

CASSIUS

   No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,
   And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

CASCA

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

BRUTUS

   What said he when he came unto himself?

CASCA

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

BRUTUS

   And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

CASCA

   Ay.

CASSIUS

   Did Cicero say any thing?

CASCA

   Ay, he spoke Greek.

CASSIUS

   To what effect?

CASCA

   Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the
   face again: but those that understood him smiled at
   one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own
   part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
   news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs
   off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you
   well. There was more foolery yet, if I could
   remember it.

CASSIUS

   Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?

CASCA

   No, I am promised forth.

CASSIUS

   Will you dine with me to-morrow?

CASCA

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

CASSIUS

   Good: I will expect you.

CASCA

   Do so. Farewell, both.
   Exit

BRUTUS

   What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
   He was quick mettle when he went to school.

CASSIUS

   So is he now in execution
   Of any bold or noble enterprise,
   However he puts on this tardy form.
   This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
   Which gives men stomach to digest his words
   With better appetite.

BRUTUS

   And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
   To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
   I will come home to you; or, if you will,
   Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

CASSIUS

   I will do so: till then, think of the world.
   Exit BRUTUS
   Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
   Thy honourable metal may be wrought
   From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet
   That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
   For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
   Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:
   If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,
   He should not humour me. I will this night,
   In several hands, in at his windows throw,
   As if they came from several citizens,
   Writings all tending to the great opinion
   That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
   Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
   And after this let Caesar seat him sure;
   For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
   Exit

SCENE III. The same. A street.

   Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO 

CICERO

   Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?
   Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?

CASCA

   Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
   Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
   I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
   Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
   The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
   To be exalted with the threatening clouds:
   But never till to-night, never till now,
   Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
   Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
   Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
   Incenses them to send destruction.

CICERO

   Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?

CASCA

   A common slave--you know him well by sight--
   Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
   Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
   Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
   Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--
   Against the Capitol I met a lion,
   Who glared upon me, and went surly by,
   Without annoying me: and there were drawn
   Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
   Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw
   Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
   And yesterday the bird of night did sit
   Even at noon-day upon the market-place,
   Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
   Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
   'These are their reasons; they are natural;'
   For, I believe, they are portentous things
   Unto the climate that they point upon.

CICERO

   Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
   But men may construe things after their fashion,
   Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
   Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?

CASCA

   He doth; for he did bid Antonius
   Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.

CICERO

   Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky
   Is not to walk in.

CASCA

   Farewell, Cicero.
   Exit CICERO
   Enter CASSIUS

CASSIUS

   Who's there?

CASCA

   A Roman.

CASSIUS

   Casca, by your voice.

CASCA

   Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

CASSIUS

   A very pleasing night to honest men.

CASCA

   Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

CASSIUS

   Those that have known the earth so full of faults.
   For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
   Submitting me unto the perilous night,
   And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
   Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
   And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
   The breast of heaven, I did present myself
   Even in the aim and very flash of it.

CASCA

   But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
   It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
   When the most mighty gods by tokens send
   Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

CASSIUS

   You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
   That should be in a Roman you do want,
   Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze
   And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,
   To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
   But if you would consider the true cause
   Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
   Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
   Why old men fool and children calculate,
   Why all these things change from their ordinance
   Their natures and preformed faculties
   To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find
   That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,
   To make them instruments of fear and warning
   Unto some monstrous state.
   Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
   Most like this dreadful night,
   That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
   As doth the lion in the Capitol,
   A man no mightier than thyself or me
   In personal action, yet prodigious grown
   And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

CASCA

   'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?

CASSIUS

   Let it be who it is: for Romans now
   Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;
   But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
   And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
   Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

CASCA

   Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow
   Mean to establish Caesar as a king;
   And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
   In every place, save here in Italy.

CASSIUS

   I know where I will wear this dagger then;
   Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:
   Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
   Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
   Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
   Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
   Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
   But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
   Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
   If I know this, know all the world besides,
   That part of tyranny that I do bear
   I can shake off at pleasure.
   Thunder still

CASCA

   So can I:
   So every bondman in his own hand bears
   The power to cancel his captivity.

CASSIUS

   And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
   Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
   But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
   He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
   Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
   Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,
   What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
   For the base matter to illuminate
   So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
   Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
   Before a willing bondman; then I know
   My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,
   And dangers are to me indifferent.

CASCA

   You speak to Casca, and to such a man
   That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:
   Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
   And I will set this foot of mine as far
   As who goes farthest.

CASSIUS

   There's a bargain made.
   Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
   Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
   To undergo with me an enterprise
   Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
   And I do know, by this, they stay for me
   In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
   There is no stir or walking in the streets;
   And the complexion of the element
   In favour's like the work we have in hand,
   Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

CASCA

   Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

CASSIUS

   'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
   He is a friend.
   Enter CINNA
   Cinna, where haste you so?

CINNA

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

CASSIUS

   No, it is Casca; one incorporate
   To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?

CINNA

   I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!
   There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

CASSIUS

   Am I not stay'd for? tell me.

CINNA

   Yes, you are.
   O Cassius, if you could
   But win the noble Brutus to our party--

CASSIUS

   Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,
   And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
   Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
   In at his window; set this up with wax
   Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
   Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
   Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

CINNA

   All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
   To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
   And so bestow these papers as you bade me.

CASSIUS

   That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
   Exit CINNA
   Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
   See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
   Is ours already, and the man entire
   Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

CASCA

   O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:
   And that which would appear offence in us,
   His countenance, like richest alchemy,
   Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

CASSIUS

   Him and his worth and our great need of him
   You have right well conceited. Let us go,
   For it is after midnight; and ere day
   We will awake him and be sure of him.
   Exeunt

ACT II SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.

   Enter BRUTUS 

BRUTUS

   What, Lucius, ho!
   I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
   Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
   I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
   When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
   Enter LUCIUS

LUCIUS

   Call'd you, my lord?

BRUTUS

   Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
   When it is lighted, come and call me here.

LUCIUS

   I will, my lord.
   Exit

BRUTUS

   It must be by his death: and for my part,
   I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
   But for the general. He would be crown'd:
   How that might change his nature, there's the question.
   It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
   And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;--
   And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
   That at his will he may do danger with.
   The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
   Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
   I have not known when his affections sway'd
   More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
   That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
   Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
   But when he once attains the upmost round.
   He then unto the ladder turns his back,
   Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
   By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
   Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
   Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
   Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
   Would run to these and these extremities:
   And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
   Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
   And kill him in the shell.
   Re-enter LUCIUS

LUCIUS

   The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
   Searching the window for a flint, I found
   This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
   It did not lie there when I went to bed.
   Gives him the letter

BRUTUS

   Get you to bed again; it is not day.
   Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

LUCIUS

   I know not, sir.

BRUTUS

   Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

LUCIUS

   I will, sir.
   Exit

BRUTUS

   The exhalations whizzing in the air
   Give so much light that I may read by them.
   Opens the letter and reads
   'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
   Shall Rome, & c. Speak, strike, redress!
   Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
   Such instigations have been often dropp'd
   Where I have took them up.
   'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out:
   Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
   My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
   The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
   'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
   To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
   If the redress will follow, thou receivest
   Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
   Re-enter LUCIUS

LUCIUS

   Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
   Knocking within

BRUTUS

   'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
   Exit LUCIUS
   Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
   I have not slept.
   Between the acting of a dreadful thing
   And the first motion, all the interim is
   Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
   The Genius and the mortal instruments
   Are then in council; and the state of man,
   Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
   The nature of an insurrection.
   Re-enter LUCIUS

LUCIUS

   Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
   Who doth desire to see you.

BRUTUS

   Is he alone?

LUCIUS

   No, sir, there are moe with him.

BRUTUS

   Do you know them?

LUCIUS

   No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
   And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
   That by no means I may discover them
   By any mark of favour.

BRUTUS

   Let 'em enter.
   Exit LUCIUS
   They are the faction. O conspiracy,
   Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
   When evils are most free? O, then by day
   Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
   To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
   Hide it in smiles and affability:
   For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
   Not Erebus itself were dim enough
   To hide thee from prevention.
   Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS

CASSIUS

   I think we are too bold upon your rest:
   Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?

BRUTUS

   I have been up this hour, awake all night.
   Know I these men that come along with you?

CASSIUS

   Yes, every man of them, and no man here
   But honours you; and every one doth wish
   You had but that opinion of yourself
   Which every noble Roman bears of you.
   This is Trebonius.

BRUTUS

   He is welcome hither.

CASSIUS

   This, Decius Brutus.

BRUTUS

   He is welcome too.

CASSIUS

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

BRUTUS

   They are all welcome.
   What watchful cares do interpose themselves
   Betwixt your eyes and night?

CASSIUS

   Shall I entreat a word?
   BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?

CASCA

   No.

CINNA

   O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
   That fret the clouds are messengers of day.

CASCA

   You shall confess that you are both deceived.
   Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
   Which is a great way growing on the south,
   Weighing the youthful season of the year.
   Some two months hence up higher toward the north
   He first presents his fire; and the high east
   Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

BRUTUS

   Give me your hands all over, one by one.

CASSIUS

   And let us swear our resolution.

BRUTUS

   No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
   The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--
   If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
   And every man hence to his idle bed;
   So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
   Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
   As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
   To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
   The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
   What need we any spur but our own cause,
   To prick us to redress? what other bond
   Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
   And will not palter? and what other oath
   Than honesty to honesty engaged,
   That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
   Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
   Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls
   That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
   Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
   The even virtue of our enterprise,
   Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
   To think that or our cause or our performance
   Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
   That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
   Is guilty of a several bastardy,
   If he do break the smallest particle
   Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

CASSIUS

   But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
   I think he will stand very strong with us.

CASCA

   Let us not leave him out.

CINNA

   No, by no means.

METELLUS CIMBER

   O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
   Will purchase us a good opinion
   And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
   It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;
   Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
   But all be buried in his gravity.

BRUTUS

   O, name him not: let us not break with him;
   For he will never follow any thing
   That other men begin.

CASSIUS

   Then leave him out.

CASCA

   Indeed he is not fit.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?

CASSIUS

   Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
   Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
   Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
   A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
   If he improve them, may well stretch so far
   As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
   Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

BRUTUS

   Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
   To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
   Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
   For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
   Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
   We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
   And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
   O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
   And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
   Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
   Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
   Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
   Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
   And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
   Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
   And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
   Our purpose necessary and not envious:
   Which so appearing to the common eyes,
   We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
   And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
   For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
   When Caesar's head is off.

CASSIUS

   Yet I fear him;
   For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--

BRUTUS

   Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
   If he love Caesar, all that he can do
   Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
   And that were much he should; for he is given
   To sports, to wildness and much company.

TREBONIUS

   There is no fear in him; let him not die;
   For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
   Clock strikes

BRUTUS

   Peace! count the clock.

CASSIUS

   The clock hath stricken three.

TREBONIUS

   'Tis time to part.

CASSIUS

   But it is doubtful yet,
   Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;
   For he is superstitious grown of late,
   Quite from the main opinion he held once
   Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
   It may be, these apparent prodigies,
   The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
   And the persuasion of his augurers,
   May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Never fear that: if he be so resolved,
   I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
   That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
   And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
   Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
   But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
   He says he does, being then most flattered.
   Let me work;
   For I can give his humour the true bent,
   And I will bring him to the Capitol.

CASSIUS

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

BRUTUS

   By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?

CINNA

   Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.

METELLUS CIMBER

   Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
   Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
   I wonder none of you have thought of him.

BRUTUS

   Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
   He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
   Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

CASSIUS

   The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
   And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
   What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

BRUTUS

   Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
   Let not our looks put on our purposes,
   But bear it as our Roman actors do,
   With untired spirits and formal constancy:
   And so good morrow to you every one.
   Exeunt all but BRUTUS
   Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
   Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
   Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
   Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
   Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
   Enter PORTIA

PORTIA

   Brutus, my lord!

BRUTUS

   Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
   It is not for your health thus to commit
   Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

PORTIA

   Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
   Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
   You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
   Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
   And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
   You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
   I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
   And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
   Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
   But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
   Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
   Fearing to strengthen that impatience
   Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
   Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
   Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
   It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
   And could it work so much upon your shape
   As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
   I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
   Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

BRUTUS

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

PORTIA

   Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
   He would embrace the means to come by it.

BRUTUS

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

PORTIA

   Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
   To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
   Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
   And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
   To dare the vile contagion of the night
   And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
   To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
   You have some sick offence within your mind,
   Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
   I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
   I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,
   By all your vows of love and that great vow
   Which did incorporate and make us one,
   That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
   Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
   Have had to resort to you: for here have been
   Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
   Even from darkness.

BRUTUS

   Kneel not, gentle Portia.

PORTIA

   I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
   Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
   Is it excepted I should know no secrets
   That appertain to you? Am I yourself
   But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
   To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
   And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
   Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
   Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

BRUTUS

   You are my true and honourable wife,
   As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
   That visit my sad heart

PORTIA

   If this were true, then should I know this secret.
   I grant I am a woman; but withal
   A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
   I grant I am a woman; but withal
   A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.
   Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
   Being so father'd and so husbanded?
   Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
   I have made strong proof of my constancy,
   Giving myself a voluntary wound
   Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
   And not my husband's secrets?

BRUTUS

   O ye gods,
   Render me worthy of this noble wife!
   Knocking within
   Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
   And by and by thy bosom shall partake
   The secrets of my heart.
   All my engagements I will construe to thee,
   All the charactery of my sad brows:
   Leave me with haste.
   Exit PORTIA
   Lucius, who's that knocks?
   Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS

LUCIUS

   He is a sick man that would speak with you.

BRUTUS

   Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
   Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?

LIGARIUS

   Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

BRUTUS

   O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
   To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

LIGARIUS

   I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
   Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

BRUTUS

   Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
   Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

LIGARIUS

   By all the gods that Romans bow before,
   I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
   Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
   Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
   My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
   And I will strive with things impossible;
   Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

BRUTUS

   A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

LIGARIUS

   But are not some whole that we must make sick?

BRUTUS

   That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
   I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
   To whom it must be done.

LIGARIUS

   Set on your foot,
   And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
   To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
   That Brutus leads me on.

BRUTUS

   Follow me, then.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. CAESAR's house.

   Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown 

CAESAR

   Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:
   Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
   'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
   Enter a Servant

Servant

   My lord?

CAESAR

   Go bid the priests do present sacrifice
   And bring me their opinions of success.

Servant

   I will, my lord.
   Exit
   Enter CALPURNIA

CALPURNIA

   What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?
   You shall not stir out of your house to-day.

CAESAR

   Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me
   Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
   The face of Caesar, they are vanished.

CALPURNIA

   Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
   Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
   Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
   Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
   A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
   And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
   Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
   In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
   Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
   The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
   Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
   And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
   O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
   And I do fear them.

CAESAR

   What can be avoided
   Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
   Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
   Are to the world in general as to Caesar.

CALPURNIA

   When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
   The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

CAESAR

   Cowards die many times before their deaths;
   The valiant never taste of death but once.
   Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
   It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
   Seeing that death, a necessary end,
   Will come when it will come.
   Re-enter Servant
   What say the augurers?

Servant

   They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
   Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
   They could not find a heart within the beast.

CAESAR

   The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
   Caesar should be a beast without a heart,
   If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
   No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well
   That Caesar is more dangerous than he:
   We are two lions litter'd in one day,
   And I the elder and more terrible:
   And Caesar shall go forth.

CALPURNIA

   Alas, my lord,
   Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
   Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
   That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
   We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:
   And he shall say you are not well to-day:
   Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

CAESAR

   Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
   And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
   Enter DECIUS BRUTUS
   Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:
   I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

CAESAR

   And you are come in very happy time,
   To bear my greeting to the senators
   And tell them that I will not come to-day:
   Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:
   I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.

CALPURNIA

   Say he is sick.

CAESAR

   Shall Caesar send a lie?
   Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
   To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?
   Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
   Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.

CAESAR

   The cause is in my will: I will not come;
   That is enough to satisfy the senate.
   But for your private satisfaction,
   Because I love you, I will let you know:
   Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
   She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
   Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
   Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans
   Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:
   And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,
   And evils imminent; and on her knee
   Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   This dream is all amiss interpreted;
   It was a vision fair and fortunate:
   Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
   In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
   Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
   Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
   For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.
   This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.

CAESAR

   And this way have you well expounded it.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   I have, when you have heard what I can say:
   And know it now: the senate have concluded
   To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
   If you shall send them word you will not come,
   Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
   Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
   'Break up the senate till another time,
   When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'
   If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
   'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?
   Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love
   To our proceeding bids me tell you this;
   And reason to my love is liable.

CAESAR

   How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
   I am ashamed I did yield to them.
   Give me my robe, for I will go.
   Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA
   And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

PUBLIUS

   Good morrow, Caesar.

CAESAR

   Welcome, Publius.
   What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
   Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
   Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy
   As that same ague which hath made you lean.
   What is 't o'clock?

BRUTUS

   Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.

CAESAR

   I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
   Enter ANTONY
   See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
   Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.

ANTONY

   So to most noble Caesar.

CAESAR

   Bid them prepare within:
   I am to blame to be thus waited for.
   Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!
   I have an hour's talk in store for you;
   Remember that you call on me to-day:
   Be near me, that I may remember you.

TREBONIUS

   Caesar, I will:
   Aside
   and so near will I be,
   That your best friends shall wish I had been further.

CAESAR

   Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
   And we, like friends, will straightway go together.

BRUTUS

   [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
   The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
   Exeunt

SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.

   Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper 

ARTEMIDORUS

   'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;
   come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not
   Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus
   loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.
   There is but one mind in all these men, and it is
   bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,
   look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
   The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
   'ARTEMIDORUS.'
   Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
   And as a suitor will I give him this.
   My heart laments that virtue cannot live
   Out of the teeth of emulation.
   If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
   If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
   Exit

SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

   Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS 

PORTIA

   I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;
   Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
   Why dost thou stay?

LUCIUS

   To know my errand, madam.

PORTIA

   I would have had thee there, and here again,
   Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
   O constancy, be strong upon my side,
   Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
   I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
   How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
   Art thou here yet?

LUCIUS

   Madam, what should I do?
   Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
   And so return to you, and nothing else?

PORTIA

   Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
   For he went sickly forth: and take good note
   What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
   Hark, boy! what noise is that?

LUCIUS

   I hear none, madam.

PORTIA

   Prithee, listen well;
   I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
   And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

LUCIUS

   Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
   Enter the Soothsayer

PORTIA

   Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?

Soothsayer

   At mine own house, good lady.

PORTIA

   What is't o'clock?

Soothsayer

   About the ninth hour, lady.

PORTIA

   Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

Soothsayer

   Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
   To see him pass on to the Capitol.

PORTIA

   Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

Soothsayer

   That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
   To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
   I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

PORTIA

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

Soothsayer

   None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
   Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
   The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
   Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
   Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
   I'll get me to a place more void, and there
   Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
   Exit

PORTIA

   I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
   The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
   The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
   Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
   That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
   Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
   Say I am merry: come to me again,
   And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
   Exeunt severally

ACT III SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

   A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others 

CAESAR

   [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.

Soothsayer

   Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

ARTEMIDORUS

   Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
   At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

ARTEMIDORUS

   O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
   That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.

CAESAR

   What touches us ourself shall be last served.

ARTEMIDORUS

   Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

CAESAR

   What, is the fellow mad?

PUBLIUS

   Sirrah, give place.

CASSIUS

   What, urge you your petitions in the street?
   Come to the Capitol.
   CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following

POPILIUS

   I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

CASSIUS

   What enterprise, Popilius?

POPILIUS

   Fare you well.
   Advances to CAESAR

BRUTUS

   What said Popilius Lena?

CASSIUS

   He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
   I fear our purpose is discovered.

BRUTUS

   Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

CASSIUS

   Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
   Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
   Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
   For I will slay myself.

BRUTUS

   Cassius, be constant:
   Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
   For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

CASSIUS

   Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.
   He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
   Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
   And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

BRUTUS

   He is address'd: press near and second him.

CINNA

   Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

CAESAR

   Are we all ready? What is now amiss
   That Caesar and his senate must redress?

METELLUS CIMBER

   Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
   Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
   An humble heart,--
   Kneeling

CAESAR

   I must prevent thee, Cimber.
   These couchings and these lowly courtesies
   Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
   And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
   Into the law of children. Be not fond,
   To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
   That will be thaw'd from the true quality
   With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
   Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
   Thy brother by decree is banished:
   If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
   I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
   Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
   Will he be satisfied.

METELLUS CIMBER

   Is there no voice more worthy than my own
   To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
   For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

BRUTUS

   I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
   Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
   Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

CAESAR

   What, Brutus!

CASSIUS

   Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
   As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
   To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CASSIUS

   I could be well moved, if I were as you:
   If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
   But I am constant as the northern star,
   Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
   There is no fellow in the firmament.
   The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
   They are all fire and every one doth shine,
   But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
   So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
   And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
   Yet in the number I do know but one
   That unassailable holds on his rank,
   Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
   Let me a little show it, even in this;
   That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
   And constant do remain to keep him so.

CINNA

   O Caesar,--

CAESAR

   Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?

DECIUS BRUTUS

   Great Caesar,--

CAESAR

   Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

CASCA

   Speak, hands for me!
   CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR

CAESAR

   Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
   Dies

CINNA

   Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
   Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

CASSIUS

   Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
   'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'

BRUTUS

   People and senators, be not affrighted;
   Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.

CASCA

   Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   And Cassius too.

BRUTUS

   Where's Publius?

CINNA

   Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

METELLUS CIMBER

   Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
   Should chance--

BRUTUS

   Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
   There is no harm intended to your person,
   Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

CASSIUS

   And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
   Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

BRUTUS

   Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
   But we the doers.
   Re-enter TREBONIUS

CASSIUS

   Where is Antony?

TREBONIUS

   Fled to his house amazed:
   Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
   As it were doomsday.

BRUTUS

   Fates, we will know your pleasures:
   That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
   And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

CASSIUS

   Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
   Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

BRUTUS

   Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
   So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
   His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
   And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
   Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
   Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
   And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
   Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

CASSIUS

   Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
   Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
   In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

BRUTUS

   How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
   That now on Pompey's basis lies along
   No worthier than the dust!

CASSIUS

   So oft as that shall be,
   So often shall the knot of us be call'd
   The men that gave their country liberty.

DECIUS BRUTUS

   What, shall we forth?

CASSIUS

   Ay, every man away:
   Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
   With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
   Enter a Servant

BRUTUS

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

Servant

   Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:
   Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
   And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
   Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
   Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
   Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
   Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
   If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
   May safely come to him, and be resolved
   How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
   Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
   So well as Brutus living; but will follow
   The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
   Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
   With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

BRUTUS

   Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
   I never thought him worse.
   Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
   He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
   Depart untouch'd.

Servant

   I'll fetch him presently.
   Exit

BRUTUS

   I know that we shall have him well to friend.

CASSIUS

   I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
   That fears him much; and my misgiving still
   Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

BRUTUS

   But here comes Antony.
   Re-enter ANTONY
   Welcome, Mark Antony.

ANTONY

   O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
   Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
   Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
   I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
   Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
   If I myself, there is no hour so fit
   As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
   Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
   With the most noble blood of all this world.
   I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
   Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
   Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
   I shall not find myself so apt to die:
   No place will please me so, no mean of death,
   As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
   The choice and master spirits of this age.

BRUTUS

   O Antony, beg not your death of us.
   Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
   As, by our hands and this our present act,
   You see we do, yet see you but our hands
   And this the bleeding business they have done:
   Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
   And pity to the general wrong of Rome--
   As fire drives out fire, so pity pity--
   Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
   To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
   Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
   Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
   With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

CASSIUS

   Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
   In the disposing of new dignities.

BRUTUS

   Only be patient till we have appeased
   The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
   And then we will deliver you the cause,
   Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
   Have thus proceeded.

ANTONY

   I doubt not of your wisdom.
   Let each man render me his bloody hand:
   First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
   Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
   Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
   Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
   Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
   Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?
   My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
   That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
   Either a coward or a flatterer.
   That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
   If then thy spirit look upon us now,
   Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
   To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
   Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
   Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
   Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
   Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
   It would become me better than to close
   In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
   Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
   Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
   Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
   O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
   And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
   How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
   Dost thou here lie!

CASSIUS

   Mark Antony,--

ANTONY

   Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
   The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
   Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

CASSIUS

   I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
   But what compact mean you to have with us?
   Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
   Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

ANTONY

   Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
   Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
   Friends am I with you all and love you all,
   Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
   Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

BRUTUS

   Or else were this a savage spectacle:
   Our reasons are so full of good regard
   That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
   You should be satisfied.

ANTONY

   That's all I seek:
   And am moreover suitor that I may
   Produce his body to the market-place;
   And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
   Speak in the order of his funeral.

BRUTUS

   You shall, Mark Antony.

CASSIUS

   Brutus, a word with you.
   Aside to BRUTUS
   You know not what you do: do not consent
   That Antony speak in his funeral:
   Know you how much the people may be moved
   By that which he will utter?

BRUTUS

   By your pardon;
   I will myself into the pulpit first,
   And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
   What Antony shall speak, I will protest
   He speaks by leave and by permission,
   And that we are contented Caesar shall
   Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
   It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

CASSIUS

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

BRUTUS

   Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
   You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
   But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
   And say you do't by our permission;
   Else shall you not have any hand at all
   About his funeral: and you shall speak
   In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
   After my speech is ended.

ANTONY

   Be it so.
   I do desire no more.

BRUTUS

   Prepare the body then, and follow us.
   Exeunt all but ANTONY

ANTONY

   O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
   That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
   Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
   That ever lived in the tide of times.
   Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
   Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
   Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
   To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
   A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
   Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
   Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
   Blood and destruction shall be so in use
   And dreadful objects so familiar
   That mothers shall but smile when they behold
   Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
   All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
   And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
   With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
   Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
   Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
   That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
   With carrion men, groaning for burial.
   Enter a Servant
   You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

Servant

   I do, Mark Antony.

ANTONY

   Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

Servant

   He did receive his letters, and is coming;
   And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
   O Caesar!--
   Seeing the body

ANTONY

   Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
   Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
   Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
   Began to water. Is thy master coming?

Servant

   He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.

ANTONY

   Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
   Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
   No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
   Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
   Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
   Into the market-place: there shall I try
   In my oration, how the people take
   The cruel issue of these bloody men;
   According to the which, thou shalt discourse
   To young Octavius of the state of things.
   Lend me your hand.
   Exeunt with CAESAR's body

SCENE II. The Forum.

   Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens 

Citizens

   We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.

BRUTUS

   Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
   Cassius, go you into the other street,
   And part the numbers.
   Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
   Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
   And public reasons shall be rendered
   Of Caesar's death.

First Citizen

   I will hear Brutus speak.

Second Citizen

   I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,
   When severally we hear them rendered.
   Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the pulpit

Third Citizen

   The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!

BRUTUS

   Be patient till the last.
   Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
   cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
   for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
   you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
   awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
   If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
   Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
   was no less than his. If then that friend demand
   why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
   --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
   Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
   die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
   all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
   as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
   valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
   slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
   fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
   ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
   bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
   Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
   any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
   vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
   for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

All

   None, Brutus, none.

BRUTUS

   Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
   Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
   his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
   extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
   enforced, for which he suffered death.
   Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body
   Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,
   though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
   the benefit of his dying, a place in the
   commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
   I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the
   good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
   when it shall please my country to need my death.

All

   Live, Brutus! live, live!

First Citizen

   Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

Second Citizen

   Give him a statue with his ancestors.

Third Citizen

   Let him be Caesar.

Fourth Citizen

   Caesar's better parts
   Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

First Citizen

   We'll bring him to his house
   With shouts and clamours.

BRUTUS

   My countrymen,--

Second Citizen

   Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.

First Citizen

   Peace, ho!

BRUTUS

   Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
   And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
   Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
   Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
   By our permission, is allow'd to make.
   I do entreat you, not a man depart,
   Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
   Exit

First Citizen

   Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

Third Citizen

   Let him go up into the public chair;
   We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

ANTONY

   For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
   Goes into the pulpit

Fourth Citizen

   What does he say of Brutus?

Third Citizen

   He says, for Brutus' sake,
   He finds himself beholding to us all.

Fourth Citizen

   'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

First Citizen

   This Caesar was a tyrant.

Third Citizen

   Nay, that's certain:
   We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

Second Citizen

   Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.

ANTONY

   You gentle Romans,--

Citizens

   Peace, ho! let us hear him.

ANTONY

   Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
   I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
   The evil that men do lives after them;
   The good is oft interred with their bones;
   So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
   Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
   If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
   And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
   Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
   For Brutus is an honourable man;
   So are they all, all honourable men--
   Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
   He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
   But Brutus says he was ambitious;
   And Brutus is an honourable man.
   He hath brought many captives home to Rome
   Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
   Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
   When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
   Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
   Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
   And Brutus is an honourable man.
   You all did see that on the Lupercal
   I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
   Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
   Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
   And, sure, he is an honourable man.
   I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
   But here I am to speak what I do know.
   You all did love him once, not without cause:
   What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
   O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
   And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
   My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
   And I must pause till it come back to me.

First Citizen

   Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

Second Citizen

   If thou consider rightly of the matter,
   Caesar has had great wrong.

Third Citizen

   Has he, masters?
   I fear there will a worse come in his place.

Fourth Citizen

   Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
   Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

First Citizen

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

Second Citizen

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

Third Citizen

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

Fourth Citizen

   Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

ANTONY

   But yesterday the word of Caesar might
   Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
   And none so poor to do him reverence.
   O masters, if I were disposed to stir
   Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
   I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
   Who, you all know, are honourable men:
   I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
   To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
   Than I will wrong such honourable men.
   But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
   I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
   Let but the commons hear this testament--
   Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
   And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
   And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
   Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
   And, dying, mention it within their wills,
   Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
   Unto their issue.

Fourth Citizen

   We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

All

   The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.

ANTONY

   Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
   It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
   You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
   And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
   It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
   'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
   For, if you should, O, what would come of it!

Fourth Citizen

   Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
   You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.

ANTONY

   Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
   I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
   I fear I wrong the honourable men
   Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.

Fourth Citizen

   They were traitors: honourable men!

All

   The will! the testament!

Second Citizen

   They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.

ANTONY

   You will compel me, then, to read the will?
   Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
   And let me show you him that made the will.
   Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

Several Citizens

   Come down.

Second Citizen

   Descend.

Third Citizen

   You shall have leave.
   ANTONY comes down

Fourth Citizen

   A ring; stand round.

First Citizen

   Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

Second Citizen

   Room for Antony, most noble Antony.

ANTONY

   Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.

Several Citizens

   Stand back; room; bear back.

ANTONY

   If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
   You all do know this mantle: I remember
   The first time ever Caesar put it on;
   'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
   That day he overcame the Nervii:
   Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
   See what a rent the envious Casca made:
   Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
   And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
   Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
   As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
   If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
   For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
   Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
   This was the most unkindest cut of all;
   For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
   Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
   Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
   And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
   Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
   Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
   O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
   Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
   Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
   O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
   The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
   Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
   Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
   Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

First Citizen

   O piteous spectacle!

Second Citizen

   O noble Caesar!

Third Citizen

   O woful day!

Fourth Citizen

   O traitors, villains!

First Citizen

   O most bloody sight!

Second Citizen

   We will be revenged.

All

   Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
   Let not a traitor live!

ANTONY

   Stay, countrymen.

First Citizen

   Peace there! hear the noble Antony.

Second Citizen

   We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

ANTONY

   Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
   To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
   They that have done this deed are honourable:
   What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
   That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
   And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
   I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
   I am no orator, as Brutus is;
   But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
   That love my friend; and that they know full well
   That gave me public leave to speak of him:
   For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
   Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
   To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
   I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
   Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
   And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
   And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
   Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
   In every wound of Caesar that should move
   The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All

   We'll mutiny.

First Citizen

   We'll burn the house of Brutus.

Third Citizen

   Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

ANTONY

   Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

All

   Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!

ANTONY

   Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
   Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
   Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
   You have forgot the will I told you of.

All

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

ANTONY

   Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
   To every Roman citizen he gives,
   To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

Second Citizen

   Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.

Third Citizen

   O royal Caesar!

ANTONY

   Hear me with patience.

All

   Peace, ho!

ANTONY

   Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
   His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
   On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
   And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
   To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
   Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

First Citizen

   Never, never. Come, away, away!
   We'll burn his body in the holy place,
   And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
   Take up the body.

Second Citizen

   Go fetch fire.

Third Citizen

   Pluck down benches.

Fourth Citizen

   Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
   Exeunt Citizens with the body

ANTONY

   Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
   Take thou what course thou wilt!
   Enter a Servant
   How now, fellow!

Servant

   Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

ANTONY

   Where is he?

Servant

   He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

ANTONY

   And thither will I straight to visit him:
   He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
   And in this mood will give us any thing.

Servant

   I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
   Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

ANTONY

   Belike they had some notice of the people,
   How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. A street.

   Enter CINNA the poet 

CINNA THE POET

   I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,
   And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
   I have no will to wander forth of doors,
   Yet something leads me forth.
   Enter Citizens

First Citizen

   What is your name?

Second Citizen

   Whither are you going?

Third Citizen

   Where do you dwell?

Fourth Citizen

   Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Second Citizen

   Answer every man directly.

First Citizen

   Ay, and briefly.

Fourth Citizen

   Ay, and wisely.

Third Citizen

   Ay, and truly, you were best.

CINNA THE POET

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

Second Citizen

   That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
   you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.

CINNA THE POET

   Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

First Citizen

   As a friend or an enemy?

CINNA THE POET

   As a friend.

Second Citizen

   That matter is answered directly.

Fourth Citizen

   For your dwelling,--briefly.

CINNA THE POET

   Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

Third Citizen

   Your name, sir, truly.

CINNA THE POET

   Truly, my name is Cinna.

First Citizen

   Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

CINNA THE POET

   I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

Fourth Citizen

   Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

CINNA THE POET

   I am not Cinna the conspirator.

Fourth Citizen

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

Third Citizen

   Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
   to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
   house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!
   Exeunt

ACT IV SCENE I. A house in Rome.

   ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table 

ANTONY

   These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.

OCTAVIUS

   Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?

LEPIDUS

   I do consent--

OCTAVIUS

   Prick him down, Antony.

LEPIDUS

   Upon condition Publius shall not live,
   Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

ANTONY

   He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
   But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
   Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
   How to cut off some charge in legacies.

LEPIDUS

   What, shall I find you here?

OCTAVIUS

   Or here, or at the Capitol.
   Exit LEPIDUS

ANTONY

   This is a slight unmeritable man,
   Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
   The three-fold world divided, he should stand
   One of the three to share it?

OCTAVIUS

   So you thought him;
   And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
   In our black sentence and proscription.

ANTONY

   Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
   And though we lay these honours on this man,
   To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
   He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
   To groan and sweat under the business,
   Either led or driven, as we point the way;
   And having brought our treasure where we will,
   Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
   Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
   And graze in commons.

OCTAVIUS

   You may do your will;
   But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

ANTONY

   So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
   I do appoint him store of provender:
   It is a creature that I teach to fight,
   To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
   His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
   And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
   He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
   A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
   On abjects, orts and imitations,
   Which, out of use and staled by other men,
   Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
   But as a property. And now, Octavius,
   Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
   Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
   Therefore let our alliance be combined,
   Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
   And let us presently go sit in council,
   How covert matters may be best disclosed,
   And open perils surest answered.

OCTAVIUS

   Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
   And bay'd about with many enemies;
   And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
   Millions of mischiefs.
   Exeunt

SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.

   Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them 

BRUTUS

   Stand, ho!

LUCILIUS

   Give the word, ho! and stand.

BRUTUS

   What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?

LUCILIUS

   He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
   To do you salutation from his master.

BRUTUS

   He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
   In his own change, or by ill officers,
   Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
   Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
   I shall be satisfied.

PINDARUS

   I do not doubt
   But that my noble master will appear
   Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

BRUTUS

   He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
   How he received you, let me be resolved.

LUCILIUS

   With courtesy and with respect enough;
   But not with such familiar instances,
   Nor with such free and friendly conference,
   As he hath used of old.

BRUTUS

   Thou hast described
   A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
   When love begins to sicken and decay,
   It useth an enforced ceremony.
   There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
   But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
   Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
   But when they should endure the bloody spur,
   They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
   Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

LUCILIUS

   They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
   The greater part, the horse in general,
   Are come with Cassius.

BRUTUS

   Hark! he is arrived.
   Low march within
   March gently on to meet him.
   Enter CASSIUS and his powers

CASSIUS

   Stand, ho!

BRUTUS

   Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

First Soldier

   Stand!

Second Soldier

   Stand!

Third Soldier

   Stand!

CASSIUS

   Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

BRUTUS

   Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
   And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

CASSIUS

   Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
   And when you do them--

BRUTUS

   Cassius, be content.
   Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
   Before the eyes of both our armies here,
   Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
   Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
   Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
   And I will give you audience.

CASSIUS

   Pindarus,
   Bid our commanders lead their charges off
   A little from this ground.

BRUTUS

   Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
   Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
   Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. Brutus's tent.

   Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS 

CASSIUS

   That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
   You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
   For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
   Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
   Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

BRUTUS

   You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

CASSIUS

   In such a time as this it is not meet
   That every nice offence should bear his comment.

BRUTUS

   Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
   Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
   To sell and mart your offices for gold
   To undeservers.

CASSIUS

   I an itching palm!
   You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
   Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS

   The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
   And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

CASSIUS

   Chastisement!

BRUTUS

   Remember March, the ides of March remember:
   Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
   What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
   And not for justice? What, shall one of us
   That struck the foremost man of all this world
   But for supporting robbers, shall we now
   Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
   And sell the mighty space of our large honours
   For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
   I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
   Than such a Roman.

CASSIUS

   Brutus, bay not me;
   I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
   To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
   Older in practise, abler than yourself
   To make conditions.

BRUTUS

   Go to; you are not, Cassius.

CASSIUS

   I am.

BRUTUS

   I say you are not.

CASSIUS

   Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
   Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

BRUTUS

   Away, slight man!

CASSIUS

   Is't possible?

BRUTUS

   Hear me, for I will speak.
   Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
   Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CASSIUS

   O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

BRUTUS

   All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
   Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
   And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
   Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
   Under your testy humour? By the gods
   You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
   Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
   I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
   When you are waspish.

CASSIUS

   Is it come to this?

BRUTUS

   You say you are a better soldier:
   Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
   And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
   I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CASSIUS

   You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;
   I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
   Did I say 'better'?

BRUTUS

   If you did, I care not.

CASSIUS

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

BRUTUS

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

CASSIUS

   I durst not!

BRUTUS

   No.

CASSIUS

   What, durst not tempt him!

BRUTUS

   For your life you durst not!

CASSIUS

   Do not presume too much upon my love;
   I may do that I shall be sorry for.

BRUTUS

   You have done that you should be sorry for.
   There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
   For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
   That they pass by me as the idle wind,
   Which I respect not. I did send to you
   For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
   For I can raise no money by vile means:
   By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
   And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
   From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
   By any indirection: I did send
   To you for gold to pay my legions,
   Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
   Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
   When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
   To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
   Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
   Dash him to pieces!

CASSIUS

   I denied you not.

BRUTUS

   You did.

CASSIUS

   I did not: he was but a fool that brought
   My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
   A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
   But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRUTUS

   I do not, till you practise them on me.

CASSIUS

   You love me not.

BRUTUS

   I do not like your faults.

CASSIUS

   A friendly eye could never see such faults.

BRUTUS

   A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
   As huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS

   Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
   Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
   For Cassius is aweary of the world;
   Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
   Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
   Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
   To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
   My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
   And here my naked breast; within, a heart
   Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
   If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
   I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
   Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,
   When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
   Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

BRUTUS

   Sheathe your dagger:
   Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
   Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
   O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
   That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
   Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
   And straight is cold again.

CASSIUS

   Hath Cassius lived
   To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
   When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

BRUTUS

   When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.

CASSIUS

   Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

BRUTUS

   And my heart too.

CASSIUS

   O Brutus!

BRUTUS

   What's the matter?

CASSIUS

   Have not you love enough to bear with me,
   When that rash humour which my mother gave me
   Makes me forgetful?

BRUTUS

   Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
   When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
   He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Poet

   [Within] Let me go in to see the generals;
   There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet
   They be alone.

LUCILIUS

   [Within] You shall not come to them.

Poet

   [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.
   Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS

CASSIUS

   How now! what's the matter?

Poet

   For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
   Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
   For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.

CASSIUS

   Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

BRUTUS

   Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

CASSIUS

   Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

BRUTUS

   I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
   What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
   Companion, hence!

CASSIUS

   Away, away, be gone.
   Exit Poet

BRUTUS

   Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
   Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

CASSIUS

   And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
   Immediately to us.
   Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS

BRUTUS

   Lucius, a bowl of wine!
   Exit LUCIUS

CASSIUS

   I did not think you could have been so angry.

BRUTUS

   O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

CASSIUS

   Of your philosophy you make no use,
   If you give place to accidental evils.

BRUTUS

   No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

CASSIUS

   Ha! Portia!

BRUTUS

   She is dead.

CASSIUS

   How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
   O insupportable and touching loss!
   Upon what sickness?

BRUTUS

   Impatient of my absence,
   And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
   Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
   That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
   And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

CASSIUS

   And died so?

BRUTUS

   Even so.

CASSIUS

   O ye immortal gods!
   Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper

BRUTUS

   Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
   In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

CASSIUS

   My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
   Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
   I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.

BRUTUS

   Come in, Titinius!
   Exit LUCIUS
   Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA
   Welcome, good Messala.
   Now sit we close about this taper here,
   And call in question our necessities.

CASSIUS

   Portia, art thou gone?

BRUTUS

   No more, I pray you.
   Messala, I have here received letters,
   That young Octavius and Mark Antony
   Come down upon us with a mighty power,
   Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

MESSALA

   Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.

BRUTUS

   With what addition?

MESSALA

   That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
   Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
   Have put to death an hundred senators.

BRUTUS

   Therein our letters do not well agree;
   Mine speak of seventy senators that died
   By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

CASSIUS

   Cicero one!

MESSALA

   Cicero is dead,
   And by that order of proscription.
   Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

BRUTUS

   No, Messala.

MESSALA

   Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

BRUTUS

   Nothing, Messala.

MESSALA

   That, methinks, is strange.

BRUTUS

   Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?

MESSALA

   No, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

MESSALA

   Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
   For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

BRUTUS

   Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
   With meditating that she must die once,
   I have the patience to endure it now.

MESSALA

   Even so great men great losses should endure.

CASSIUS

   I have as much of this in art as you,
   But yet my nature could not bear it so.

BRUTUS

   Well, to our work alive. What do you think
   Of marching to Philippi presently?

CASSIUS

   I do not think it good.

BRUTUS

   Your reason?

CASSIUS

   This it is:
   'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
   So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
   Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
   Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

BRUTUS

   Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
   The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
   Do stand but in a forced affection;
   For they have grudged us contribution:
   The enemy, marching along by them,
   By them shall make a fuller number up,
   Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
   From which advantage shall we cut him off,
   If at Philippi we do face him there,
   These people at our back.

CASSIUS

   Hear me, good brother.

BRUTUS

   Under your pardon. You must note beside,
   That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
   Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
   The enemy increaseth every day;
   We, at the height, are ready to decline.
   There is a tide in the affairs of men,
   Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
   Omitted, all the voyage of their life
   Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
   On such a full sea are we now afloat;
   And we must take the current when it serves,
   Or lose our ventures.

CASSIUS

   Then, with your will, go on;
   We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

BRUTUS

   The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
   And nature must obey necessity;
   Which we will niggard with a little rest.
   There is no more to say?

CASSIUS

   No more. Good night:
   Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

BRUTUS

   Lucius!
   Enter LUCIUS
   My gown.
   Exit LUCIUS
   Farewell, good Messala:
   Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
   Good night, and good repose.

CASSIUS

   O my dear brother!
   This was an ill beginning of the night:
   Never come such division 'tween our souls!
   Let it not, Brutus.

BRUTUS

   Every thing is well.

CASSIUS

   Good night, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Good night, good brother.

TITINIUS MESSALA

   Good night, Lord Brutus.

BRUTUS

   Farewell, every one.
   Exeunt all but BRUTUS
   Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown
   Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

LUCIUS

   Here in the tent.

BRUTUS

   What, thou speak'st drowsily?
   Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
   Call Claudius and some other of my men:
   I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

LUCIUS

   Varro and Claudius!
   Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS

VARRO

   Calls my lord?

BRUTUS

   I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
   It may be I shall raise you by and by
   On business to my brother Cassius.

VARRO

   So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.

BRUTUS

   I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
   It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
   Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
   I put it in the pocket of my gown.
   VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down

LUCIUS

   I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

BRUTUS

   Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
   Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
   And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

LUCIUS

   Ay, my lord, an't please you.

BRUTUS

   It does, my boy:
   I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

LUCIUS

   It is my duty, sir.

BRUTUS

   I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
   I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

LUCIUS

   I have slept, my lord, already.

BRUTUS

   It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
   I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
   I will be good to thee.
   Music, and a song
   This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
   Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
   That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;
   I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
   If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;
   I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.
   Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
   Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
   Enter the Ghost of CAESAR
   How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
   I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
   That shapes this monstrous apparition.
   It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
   Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
   That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
   Speak to me what thou art.

GHOST

   Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

BRUTUS

   Why comest thou?

GHOST

   To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

BRUTUS

   Well; then I shall see thee again?

GHOST

   Ay, at Philippi.

BRUTUS

   Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
   Exit Ghost
   Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
   Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
   Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!

LUCIUS

   The strings, my lord, are false.

BRUTUS

   He thinks he still is at his instrument.
   Lucius, awake!

LUCIUS

   My lord?

BRUTUS

   Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

LUCIUS

   My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

BRUTUS

   Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?

LUCIUS

   Nothing, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
   To VARRO
   Fellow thou, awake!

VARRO

   My lord?

CLAUDIUS

   My lord?

BRUTUS

   Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

VARRO CLAUDIUS

   Did we, my lord?

BRUTUS

   Ay: saw you any thing?

VARRO

   No, my lord, I saw nothing.

CLAUDIUS

   Nor I, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
   Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
   And we will follow.

VARRO CLAUDIUS

   It shall be done, my lord.
   Exeunt

ACT V SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.

   Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army 

OCTAVIUS

   Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
   You said the enemy would not come down,
   But keep the hills and upper regions;
   It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
   They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
   Answering before we do demand of them.

ANTONY

   Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
   Wherefore they do it: they could be content
   To visit other places; and come down
   With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
   To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
   But 'tis not so.
   Enter a Messenger

Messenger

   Prepare you, generals:
   The enemy comes on in gallant show;
   Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
   And something to be done immediately.

ANTONY

   Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
   Upon the left hand of the even field.

OCTAVIUS

   Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.

ANTONY

   Why do you cross me in this exigent?

OCTAVIUS

   I do not cross you; but I will do so.
   March
   Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others

BRUTUS

   They stand, and would have parley.

CASSIUS

   Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.

OCTAVIUS

   Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

ANTONY

   No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
   Make forth; the generals would have some words.

OCTAVIUS

   Stir not until the signal.

BRUTUS

   Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

OCTAVIUS

   Not that we love words better, as you do.

BRUTUS

   Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

ANTONY

   In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
   Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
   Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'

CASSIUS

   Antony,
   The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
   But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
   And leave them honeyless.

ANTONY

   Not stingless too.

BRUTUS

   O, yes, and soundless too;
   For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
   And very wisely threat before you sting.

ANTONY

   Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
   Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
   You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
   And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
   Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
   Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

CASSIUS

   Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:
   This tongue had not offended so to-day,
   If Cassius might have ruled.

OCTAVIUS

   Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,
   The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;
   I draw a sword against conspirators;
   When think you that the sword goes up again?
   Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds
   Be well avenged; or till another Caesar
   Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

BRUTUS

   Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
   Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

OCTAVIUS

   So I hope;
   I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

BRUTUS

   O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
   Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

CASSIUS

   A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
   Join'd with a masker and a reveller!

ANTONY

   Old Cassius still!

OCTAVIUS

   Come, Antony, away!
   Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:
   If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
   If not, when you have stomachs.
   Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army

CASSIUS

   Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
   The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

BRUTUS

   Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.

LUCILIUS

   [Standing forth] My lord?
   BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart

CASSIUS

   Messala!

MESSALA

   [Standing forth] What says my general?

CASSIUS

   Messala,
   This is my birth-day; as this very day
   Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:
   Be thou my witness that against my will,
   As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set
   Upon one battle all our liberties.
   You know that I held Epicurus strong
   And his opinion: now I change my mind,
   And partly credit things that do presage.
   Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
   Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,
   Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;
   Who to Philippi here consorted us:
   This morning are they fled away and gone;
   And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,
   Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,
   As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
   A canopy most fatal, under which
   Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.

MESSALA

   Believe not so.

CASSIUS

   I but believe it partly;
   For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
   To meet all perils very constantly.

BRUTUS

   Even so, Lucilius.

CASSIUS

   Now, most noble Brutus,
   The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
   Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
   But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,
   Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
   If we do lose this battle, then is this
   The very last time we shall speak together:
   What are you then determined to do?

BRUTUS

   Even by the rule of that philosophy
   By which I did blame Cato for the death
   Which he did give himself, I know not how,
   But I do find it cowardly and vile,
   For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
   The time of life: arming myself with patience
   To stay the providence of some high powers
   That govern us below.

CASSIUS

   Then, if we lose this battle,
   You are contented to be led in triumph
   Thorough the streets of Rome?

BRUTUS

   No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
   That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;
   He bears too great a mind. But this same day
   Must end that work the ides of March begun;
   And whether we shall meet again I know not.
   Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
   For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
   If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
   If not, why then, this parting was well made.

CASSIUS

   For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
   If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
   If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

BRUTUS

   Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
   The end of this day's business ere it come!
   But it sufficeth that the day will end,
   And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
   Exeunt

SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.

   Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA 

BRUTUS

   Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
   Unto the legions on the other side.
   Loud alarum
   Let them set on at once; for I perceive
   But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
   And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
   Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
   Exeunt

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

   Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS 

CASSIUS

   O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
   Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:
   This ensign here of mine was turning back;
   I slew the coward, and did take it from him.

TITINIUS

   O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;
   Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
   Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,
   Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
   Enter PINDARUS

PINDARUS

   Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;
   Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord
   Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.

CASSIUS

   This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;
   Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?

TITINIUS

   They are, my lord.

CASSIUS

   Titinius, if thou lovest me,
   Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,
   Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
   And here again; that I may rest assured
   Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.

TITINIUS

   I will be here again, even with a thought.
   Exit

CASSIUS

   Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;
   My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
   And tell me what thou notest about the field.
   PINDARUS ascends the hill
   This day I breathed first: time is come round,
   And where I did begin, there shall I end;
   My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?

PINDARUS

   [Above] O my lord!

CASSIUS

   What news?

PINDARUS

   [Above] Titinius is enclosed round about
   With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;
   Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
   Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
   He's ta'en.
   Shout
   And, hark! they shout for joy.

CASSIUS

   Come down, behold no more.
   O, coward that I am, to live so long,
   To see my best friend ta'en before my face!
   PINDARUS descends
   Come hither, sirrah:
   In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;
   And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
   That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
   Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;
   Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,
   That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.
   Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;
   And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
   Guide thou the sword.
   PINDARUS stabs him
   Caesar, thou art revenged,
   Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
   Dies

PINDARUS

   So, I am free; yet would not so have been,
   Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,
   Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
   Where never Roman shall take note of him.
   Exit
   Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA

MESSALA

   It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius
   Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,
   As Cassius' legions are by Antony.

TITINIUS

   These tidings will well comfort Cassius.

MESSALA

   Where did you leave him?

TITINIUS

   All disconsolate,
   With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

MESSALA

   Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground?

TITINIUS

   He lies not like the living. O my heart!

MESSALA

   Is not that he?

TITINIUS

   No, this was he, Messala,
   But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
   As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,
   So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;
   The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;
   Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!
   Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.

MESSALA

   Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
   O hateful error, melancholy's child,
   Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
   The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
   Thou never comest unto a happy birth,
   But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!

TITINIUS

   What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?

MESSALA

   Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
   The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
   Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;
   For piercing steel and darts envenomed
   Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
   As tidings of this sight.

TITINIUS

   Hie you, Messala,
   And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
   Exit MESSALA
   Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
   Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they
   Put on my brows this wreath of victory,
   And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?
   Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!
   But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;
   Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
   Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
   And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.
   By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part
   Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.
   Kills himself
   Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS

BRUTUS

   Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

MESSALA

   Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

BRUTUS

   Titinius' face is upward.

CATO

   He is slain.

BRUTUS

   O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
   Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
   In our own proper entrails.
   Low alarums

CATO

   Brave Titinius!
   Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!

BRUTUS

   Are yet two Romans living such as these?
   The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
   It is impossible that ever Rome
   Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
   To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
   I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
   Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:
   His funerals shall not be in our camp,
   Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;
   And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
   Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:
   'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night
   We shall try fortune in a second fight.
   Exeunt

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

   Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others 

BRUTUS

   Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!

CATO

   What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
   I will proclaim my name about the field:
   I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
   A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
   I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

BRUTUS

   And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
   Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
   Exit

LUCILIUS

   O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
   Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;
   And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.

First Soldier

   Yield, or thou diest.

LUCILIUS

   Only I yield to die:
   There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;
   Offering money
   Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

First Soldier

   We must not. A noble prisoner!

Second Soldier

   Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.

First Soldier

   I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
   Enter ANTONY
   Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

ANTONY

   Where is he?

LUCILIUS

   Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
   I dare assure thee that no enemy
   Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
   The gods defend him from so great a shame!
   When you do find him, or alive or dead,
   He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

ANTONY

   This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
   A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
   Give him all kindness: I had rather have
   Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
   And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
   And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
   How every thing is chanced.
   Exeunt

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

   Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS 

BRUTUS

   Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

CLITUS

   Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
   He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.

BRUTUS

   Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
   It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
   Whispers

CLITUS

   What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

BRUTUS

   Peace then! no words.

CLITUS

   I'll rather kill myself.

BRUTUS

   Hark thee, Dardanius.
   Whispers

DARDANIUS

   Shall I do such a deed?

CLITUS

   O Dardanius!

DARDANIUS

   O Clitus!

CLITUS

   What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

DARDANIUS

   To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.

CLITUS

   Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
   That it runs over even at his eyes.

BRUTUS

   Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

VOLUMNIUS

   What says my lord?

BRUTUS

   Why, this, Volumnius:
   The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
   Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
   And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
   I know my hour is come.

VOLUMNIUS

   Not so, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
   Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;
   Our enemies have beat us to the pit:
   Low alarums
   It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,
   Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
   Thou know'st that we two went to school together:
   Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
   Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.

VOLUMNIUS

   That's not an office for a friend, my lord.
   Alarum still

CLITUS

   Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

BRUTUS

   Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
   Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;
   Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,
   My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
   I found no man but he was true to me.
   I shall have glory by this losing day
   More than Octavius and Mark Antony
   By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
   So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue
   Hath almost ended his life's history:
   Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
   That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
   Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'

CLITUS

   Fly, my lord, fly.

BRUTUS

   Hence! I will follow.
   Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS
   I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
   Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
   Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
   Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
   While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

STRATO

   Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

BRUTUS

   Farewell, good Strato.
   Runs on his sword
   Caesar, now be still:
   I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
   Dies
   Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army

OCTAVIUS

   What man is that?

MESSALA

   My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?

STRATO

   Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:
   The conquerors can but make a fire of him;
   For Brutus only overcame himself,
   And no man else hath honour by his death.

LUCILIUS

   So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,
   That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.

OCTAVIUS

   All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.
   Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

STRATO

   Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.

OCTAVIUS

   Do so, good Messala.

MESSALA

   How died my master, Strato?

STRATO

   I held the sword, and he did run on it.

MESSALA

   Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
   That did the latest service to my master.

ANTONY

   This was the noblest Roman of them all:
   All the conspirators save only he
   Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
   He only, in a general honest thought
   And common good to all, made one of them.
   His life was gentle, and the elements
   So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
   And say to all the world 'This was a man!'

OCTAVIUS

   According to his virtue let us use him,
   With all respect and rites of burial.
   Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
   Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.
   So call the field to rest; and let's away,
   To part the glories of this happy day.
   Exeunt

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