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ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +SCENE: Rome, the conspirators' camp near Sardis, and the plains +of Philippi. + + +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 laboring 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 mean'st 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 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, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great crowd follows, +among them a Soothsayer. + + CAESAR. Calpurnia! + CASCA. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks. + Music ceases. + CAESAR. Calpurnia! + CALPURNIA. Here, my lord. + CAESAR. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, + When he doth run his course. Antonio! + ANTONY. Caesar, my lord? + CAESAR. Forget not in your speed, Antonio, + 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 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 but Brutus and Cassius. + CASSIUS. Will you go see the order of the course? + BRUTUS. Not I. + CASSIUS. I pray you, do. + BRUTUS. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part + 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 honor 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 honor more than I fear death. + CASSIUS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, + As well as I do know your outward favor. + Well, honor is the subject of my story. + I cannot tell what you and other men + Think of this life, but, for my single self, + I had as lief not be as live to be + In awe of such a thing as I myself. + 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 color fly, + And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world + Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan. + Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans + Mark him and write his speeches in their books, + Alas, it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius," + As a sick girl. Ye gods! It doth amaze me + A man of such a feeble temper should + So get the start of the majestic world + And bear the palm alone. Shout. Flourish. + BRUTUS. Another general shout! + I do believe that these applauses are + For some new honors that are 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 dishonorable 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. + + Re-enter Caesar and his Train. + + 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 today. + 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. Antonio! + 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 anything. + 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 today + That Caesar looks so sad. + CASCA. Why, you were with him, were you not? + BRUTUS. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. + CASCA. Why, there was a crown offered him, and being offered him, + he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, and then the + people fell ashouting. + 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, wast, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler + than other, and at every putting by mine honest neighbors + 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 hang'd 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 chopped hands + and threw up their sweaty nightcaps 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 Caesars wound? + CASCA. He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth and was + speechless. + BRUTUS. 'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness. + CASSIUS. No, Caesar hath it not, but you, and I, + 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 tagrag 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 had been a man of any + occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I + might go to hell among the rogues. And so he fell. When he came + to himself again, he said, if he had done or said anything amiss, + he desired their worships to think 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 anything? + CASCA. Ay, he spoke Greek. + CASSIUS. To what effect? + CASCA. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll 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 could remember it. + CASSIUS. Will you sup with me tonight, Casca? + CASCA. No, I am promised forth. + CASSIUS. Will you dine with me tomorrow? + CASCA. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth + the eating. + CASSIUS. Good, I will expect you. + CASCA. Do so, farewell, both. 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. + Tomorrow, 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 honorable mettle may be wrought + From that it is disposed; therefore it is meet + That noble minds keep ever with their likes; + For who so firm that cannot be seduced? + Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus. + If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, + He should not humor me. I will this night, + In several hands, in at his windows throw, + As if they came from several citizens, + 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. +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 tonight, never till now, + Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. + Either there is a civil strife in heaven, + Or else the world too saucy with the gods + Incenses them to send destruction. + CICERO. Why, saw you anything 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 glaz'd 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 noonday upon the marketplace, + Howling 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. + Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow? + CASCA. He doth, for he did bid Antonio + Send word to you he would be there tomorrow. + CICERO. Good 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 thunderstone; + 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, fools, 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 honorable-dangerous consequence; + And I do know by this, they stay for me + In Pompey's Porch. For now, this fearful night, + There is no stir or walking in the streets, + And the complexion of the element + In favor's like the work we have in hand, + Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. + + Enter Cinna. + + CASCA. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. + CASSIUS. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; + He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? + CINNA. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? + 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 offense in us, + His countenance, like richest alchemy, + Will change to virtue and to worthiness. + CASSIUS. Him and his worth and our great need of him + 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. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +ACT II. SCENE I. + +Enter Brutus in his orchard. + + BRUTUS. What, Lucius, ho! + I cannot, by the progress of the stars, + Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! + I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. + 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 color for the thing he is, + Fashion it thus, that what he is, augmented, + Would run to these and these extremities; + And therefore think him as a serpent's egg + Which 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 tomorrow, 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, etc. Speak, strike, redress!" + + "Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!" + Such instigations have been often dropp'd + Where I have took them up. + "Shall Rome, etc." Thus must I piece it out. + Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome? + My ancestors did from the streets of Rome + The Tarquin drive, when he was 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 fifteen 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 more 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 favor. + 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, 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 honors 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? They whisper. + DECIUS. Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here? + CASCA. No. + CINNA. O, pardon, sir, it doth, and yongrey 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 valor + 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. 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 judgement 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 anything + That other men begin. + CASSIUS. Then leave him out. + CASCA. Indeed he is not fit. + DECIUS. 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 ingrated 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 today 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 today. + DECIUS. 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 humor 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 utter most? + CINNA. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. + METELLUS. Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, + Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey. + I wonder none of you have thought of him. + 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. have 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 waiter 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 humor, + Which sometime hath his hour with every man. + It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, + And, could it work so much upon your shape + 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 humors + 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 offense 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 tonight + Have had 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 honorable wife, + As dear to me as are the ruddy drops + That visit my sad heart. + PORTIA. If this were true, then should I know this secret. + I grant I am a woman, but withal + 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. Here is a sick man that would speak with you. + BRUTUS. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. + Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how? + LIGARIUS. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. + BRUTUS. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, + 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 honor. + 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 honorable 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 nightgown. + + CAESAR. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight. + Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, + "Help, ho! They murther 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 today. + 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 I 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 fight 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 today. + 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 today 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 today. Call it my fear + That keeps you in the house and not your own. + We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate House, + And he shall say you are not well today. + Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. + CAESAR. Mark Antony shall say I am not well, + And, for thy humor, I will stay at home. + + Enter Decius. + + Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. + DECIUS. Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar! + I come to fetch you to the Senate House. + CAESAR. And you are come in very happy time + To bear my greeting to the senators + And tell them that I will not come today. + Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: + I will not come today. 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 afeard to tell greybeards the truth? + Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. + DECIUS. 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 tonight she saw my statue, + 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 today. + DECIUS. This dream is all amiss interpreted; + It was a vision fair and fortunate. + Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, + In which so many smiling Romans bathed, + 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. 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 someone to say + "Break up the Senate till another time, + When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams." + If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper + "Lo, Caesar is afraid"? + Pardon me, Caesar, for my dear dear love + To your proceeding bids me tell you this, + And reason to my love is liable. + CAESAR. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! + I am 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 today; + Be near me, that I may remember you. + TREBONIUS. Caesar, I will. [Aside.] And so near will I be + That your best friends shall wish I had been further. + 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 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 mayest 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 rumor like a fray, + And the wind brings it from the Capitol. + LUCIUS. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. + + Enter the Soothsayer. + + PORTIA. Come hither, fellow; + Which way hast thou been? + 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. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +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, Metellus, +Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and others. + + CAESAR. The ides of March are come. + SOOTHSAYER. Ay, Caesar, but not gone. + A Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule. + DECIUS. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er read, + 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 follow. + + POPILIUS. I wish your enterprise today may thrive. + CASSIUS. What enterprise, Popilius? + POPILIUS. Fare you well. + Advances to Caesar. + BRUTUS. What said Popilius Lena? + CASSIUS. He wish'd today 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. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him + 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. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, + Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat + An humble heart. Kneels. + CAESAR. I must prevent thee, Cimber. + These couchings and these lowly courtesies + Might fire the blood of ordinary men + And turn preordinance 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. 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. + CAESAR. I could be well moved, if I were as you; + If I could pray to move, prayers would move me; + But I am constant as the northern star, + Of whose true-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. Great Caesar- + CAESAR. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? + CASCA. Speak, hands, for me! + Casca first, then the other Conspirators + and Marcus 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 still; ambition's debt is paid. + CASCA. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. + DECIUS. And Cassius too. + BRUTUS. Where's Publius? + CINNA. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. + METELLUS. 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 marketplace, + 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. 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 honor him; + Say I fear'd Caesar, honor'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 honor, + 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. + + Re-enter Antony. + + BRUTUS. But here comes 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's hour, nor no instrument + Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich + With the most noble blood of all this world. + I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, + Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, + Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years, + I shall not find myself so apt to die; + No place will please me so, no means 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 least in love, yours, good Trebonius. + Gentlemen all- alas, what shall I say? + My credit now stands on such slippery ground, + That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, + 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 Antony 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 marketplace, + 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! Sees 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 tonight within seven leagues of Rome. + ANTONY. Post back with speed and tell him what hath chanced. + Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, + No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; + Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay awhile, + Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse + Into the marketplace. 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 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 honor, and have + respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your + wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If + there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to + him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If + 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 freemen? As Caesar loved me, I + weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was + valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There + is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, + and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a + bondman? If any, speak, for him 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 offenses 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 + clamors. + 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 corse, 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- + ALL. 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 honorable man; + So are they all, all honorable men- + Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. + He was my friend, faithful and just to me; + But Brutus says he was ambitious, + And Brutus is an honorable man. + 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 honorable man. + You all did see that on the Lupercal + I thrice presented him a kingly crown, + Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? + Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, + And sure he is an honorable man. + I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, + But here I am to speak what I do know. + You all did love him once, not without cause; + What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? + O judgement, 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 honorable men. + I will not do them wrong; I rather choose + To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, + Than I will wrong such honorable men. + 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, hearing the will of Caesar, + It will inflame you, it will make you mad. + 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs, + For if you should, 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 honorable men + Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it. + FOURTH CITIZEN. They were traitors. Honorable men! + ALL. The will! The testament! + SECOND CITIZEN. They were villains, murtherers. The will! + Read the will! + ANTONY. You will compel me then to read the will? + Then make a ring about the corse of Caesar, + And let me show you him that made the will. + Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? + ALL. Come down. + SECOND CITIZEN. Descend. + He comes down from the pulpit. + THIRD CITIZEN. You shall have leave. + 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. + ALL. 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 statue, + Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. + O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! + Then I, and you, and all of 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 woeful 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 honorable. + What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, + That made them do it. They are wise and honorable, + And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. + I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. + I am no orator, as Brutus is; + 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 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 arbors, and new-planted orchards, + On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, + And to your heirs forever- common pleasures, + To walk abroad and recreate yourselves. + 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, anything. + 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 anything. + SERVANT. I heard him say Brutus and Cassius + Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. + ANTONY. Be like 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. I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar, + And things unluckily 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. 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. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. + FIRST CITIZEN. As a friend or an enemy? + CINNA. As a friend. + SECOND CITIZEN. That matter is answered directly. + FOURTH CITIZEN. For your dwelling, briefly. + CINNA. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. + THIRD CITIZEN. Your name, sir, truly. + CINNA. Truly, my name is Cinna. + FIRST CITIZEN. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. + CINNA. 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. 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, firebrands. To + Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some + to Casca's, some to Ligarius'. Away, go! Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +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 honors 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 objects, arts, 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' tent. Drum. + +Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Soldiers; Titinius and +Pindarus meet 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 honor. + 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 meant his night in Sard is to be quarter'd; + The greater part, the horse in general, + Are come with Cassius. Low march within. + BRUTUS. Hark, he is arrived. + 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' 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 wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. + CASSIUS. In such a time as this it is not meet + That every nice offense should bear his comment. + BRUTUS. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself + Are much 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 speaks this, + Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. + BRUTUS. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, + And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. + CASSIUS. Chastisement? + BRUTUS. Remember March, the ides of March remember. + Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? + 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 honors + 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, bait not me, + I'll not endure it. You forget yourself + To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I, + Older in practice, abler than yourself + To make conditions. + BRUTUS. Go to, you are not, Cassius. + 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 farther. + 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 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 bouge? + Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch + Under your testy humor? 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; + Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, + Set in a notebook, 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 Pluto's mine, richer than gold. + If that thou best 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, dishonor shall be humor. + 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 humor which my mother gave me + Makes me forgetful? + BRUTUS. Yes, Cassius, and from henceforth, + When you are overearnest 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 humor 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 tonight. + 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 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. Drinks. + CASSIUS. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. + Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; + I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. Drinks. + 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 tenure. + BRUTUS. With what addition? + MESSALA. That by proscription and bills of outlawry + Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus + Have put to death an hundred senators. + BRUTUS. There in 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 offense, 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 tomorrow will we rise and hence. + BRUTUS. Lucius! + + Re-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. Everything is well. + CASSIUS. Good night, my lord. + BRUTUS. Good night, good brother. + TITINIUS. MESSALA. Good night, Lord Brutus. + BRUTUS. Farewell, everyone. + 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'erwatch'd. + Call Claudio and some other of my men, + I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. + LUCIUS. Varro and Claudio! + + Enter Varro and Claudio. + + 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 would 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 Claudio 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 murtherous slumber, + Layest 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. Sits down. + + 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 anything? + 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! Claudio! Sirs, awake! + Claudio! + 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 anything? + LUCIUS. Nothing, my lord. + BRUTUS. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudio! + [To Varro.] Fellow thou, awake! + VARRO. My lord? + CLAUDIO. My lord? + BRUTUS. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? + VARRO. CLAUDIO. Did we, my lord? + BRUTUS. Ay, saw you anything? + VARRO. No, my lord, I saw nothing. + CLAUDIO. 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. CLAUDIO. It shall be done, my lord. Exeunt. + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE +DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS +PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED +COMMERCIALLY. PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY +SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>> + + + +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 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 + Strooke Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers! + CASSIUS. Flatterers? Now, Brutus, thank yourself. + This tongue had not offended so today, + If Cassius might have ruled. + OCTAVIUS. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat, + The proof of it will turn to redder drops. + Look, + I draw a sword against conspirators; + 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 honorable. + CASSIUS. A peevish school boy, worthless of such honor, + Join'd with a masker and a reveler! + ANTONY. Old Cassius still! + OCTAVIUS. Come, Antony, away! + Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth. + If you dare fight today, come to the field; + If not, when you have stomachs. + Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their Army. + CASSIUS. Why, now, blow and, swell billow, and swim bark! + The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. + BRUTUS. Ho, Lucilius! Hark, a word with you. + LUCILIUS. [Stands forth.] My lord? + Brutus and Lucilius converse apart. + CASSIUS. Messala! + MESSALA. [Stands forth.] What says my general? + CASSIUS. Messala, + This is my birthday, as this very day + Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala. + Be thou my witness that, against my will, + As Pompey was, am I 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 today 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. + Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! + If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; + If not, why then this parting was well made. + CASSIUS. Forever and forever farewell, Brutus! + If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; + 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 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 Octavia's 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 would well comfort Cassius. + MESSALA. Where did you leave him? + TITINIUS. All disconsolate, + With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill. + MESSALA. Is not that he that 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 everything! + But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; + Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I + Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, + And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. + 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, young Cato, + and others. + + 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 whe'er 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 moe 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. + Labio and Flavio, 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, +young 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 honor'd, being Cato's son. + FIRST SOLDIER. Yield, or thou diest. + LUCILIUS. Only I yield to die. + [Offers money.] There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight: + Kill Brutus, and be honor'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 wheer Brutus be alive or dead, + And bring us word unto Octavius' tent + How everything 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 torchlight, 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 labor'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 honor 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 honor by his death. + LUCILIUS. So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, + That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true. + OCTAVIUS. All that served Brutus, I will entertain them. + 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 tonight shall lie, + Most like a soldier, ordered honorably. + So call the field to rest, and let's away, + To part the glories of this happy day. Exeunt. + + +THE END + + + + + +<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM +SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS +PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY +WITH PERMISSION. 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