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offended. Who is here so vile that would not here shall but smile. when they behold I love his country? If any, speak: for him bave Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; 11 offended. I pause for a reply. All pity chok'd with custom of sell deeds :

Cit. None, Brutus, none. And Cesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

(Several speaking at once. With Até by his side, come hot from bell,

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war ; Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled That this foul deed shall smell above the earth in the Capitol : his glory not extenuated wherein With carrion men, groaning for burial.

he was worthy ; nor his offences enforced, for

which he suffered death. Enter a SERVANT. You serve Octavius Cesar, do you not!

Enter ANTONY and others with CESAR's Body. Serv. I do, Mark Antony.

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : Ant. Cesar did write for him to come to Rome.

who, though he had no hand in his death, shall Serv. He did receive his letters, and is con

receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the ing:

commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With Aud bid me say to you by word of month.

this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover · for O Cesar!

[Seeing the Body. Ith

the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.

myself, when it shall please my country to need Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes,

iny death. Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,

Cit. Live, Brutus, live ! live! Began to water. Is thy master coming ?

1 Cit. Bring him with triumph bome unto his Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of

house. Rome.

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what

3 Cit. Let him be Cesar. hath chanc'd :

4 Cit. Cesar's better parts Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,

Shall now be crowu'd in Brutus. No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ;

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while :

shouts and clamours. Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse

Bru. My countrymen, Into the market place : there shall I try,

2 Cit. Peace! silence ! Brutus speaks. In my oration, how the people take

I Cit. Peace, ho ! The cruel issue of these bloody men ;

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, According to the which, thou shalt discourse

And, for my sake, stay here with Antony : To young Octavius of the state of things.

Do grace to Cesar's corse, and grace his speech Lend me your band.

Tending to Cesar's glories; which Mark Antony, [Ereunt with Cesar's Body.

y. By our périnission, is allow'd to make.

I do entreat yon, not a man depart, SCENE II.-The same.-The Forum.

Save I alone, till Antony bave spoke. (Exit. Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng

1 Cit. Stay, hol and let us hear Mark Antony. of CITIZENS.

3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair ;

We'll hear him :-Noble Antony, go up. Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.

Ant. For Brutus sake, I am beholden to you. Bru. Then follow me, and give me audielice, 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ? friends.

3 Cit. He says, for Brutus' sake, Cassius, go you into the other street,

| He finds himself beholden to us all, And part the numbers.

(here ; 4 Cit. "Twere best he speak no harın of Brutus Those that will hear me speak, let them stay

here. Those that will follow Cassius, go with him ;

1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant. And public reasons shall be rendered

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain : or Cesar's death.

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him. i Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.

2 Cit. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; aud compare their Ant. You gentle Romans, reasons,

Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him. When severally we hear them rendered.

| Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me (Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens.

your ears; BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum.

I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence !

The evil that men do lives after them ; Bru. Be patient till the last.

The good is oft interred with their bones. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: be | Hath told you Cesar was ambitions: Jieve me for mine bonour, and have respect to lif it were so. it was a grievous fault, mine honour, that you may believe : censure une | And grieyously hath Cesar answer'd it. in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, may the better judge. If there be any in this

|(For Brutus is an honourable man;

for assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him I Soare

So are they all, all honourable men ;) say, That Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than

Come I to speak in Cesar's funeral. his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus

tus He was my friend, faithful and just to me : rose against Cesar, this is my answer: Not that | But Brutus says he was ambitious; I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

And Brutus is an honourable man. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all

He hath brought many captives home to Rome, slaves, than that Cesar were dead, to live all free

Whose ransoms did the general cotlers fill: men ? As Cesar loved me, I weep for him; As Did This inc

Did this in Cesar seem ambitious ? he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was va- when that the

When tbat the poor bave cried, Cesar hath wept : liant. I honour bim ; but, as he was ambitious, I Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : I slew him: There are tears for his love; joy

Joy | Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; for his fortune : honour for his valour; and death

And Brutus is an honourable man. for his ambition. Who is here so base, that you all did see that, on the Lupercal, would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him thrice presented him kingly crou bave I offended. Who is here so rude, that would

Which he did thrice refuse Was this ambition not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have II

Yet Brutas says he was anbitious;

are tears for his love; joy Ambition should be made of sterner stuf".wept :

for his fortune

• The signal for giving no quarter.
+ Fire, sword, and famiue.

• Friend

And sure he is an honourable man.

1 Ant. If you bave tears, prepare to shed thein I speak not to disprove wliat Brutns spoke,

now. But here I am to speak what I do know.

Yon all do know this mantle : I remember You all did love him once, not without cause; The first time ever Cesar put it on : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, That day he overcaine the Nervii :And men have lost their reason !-Bear with me: Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through : My heart is in the coffin there with Cesir, See, what a rent the envious Casca made : And I must pause till it come back to me. Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabu'd, Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his And, as he pluch'd his cursed steel away, sayings.

Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it ; Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, As rusbing out of doors, to be resolv'd Cesar has had great wrong.

If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no; 3 Cit. Has he, masters ?

(For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel) I fear there will a worse come in his place. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd him! 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not This was the mos aukindest cut of all : take the crown;

For, when the noble Cesar saw bim stab, Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious. Ingratitude, more strong thau traitor's arms,

1 Cit. if it be found so, some will dear abide it. Quite vanquish'd bim; then burst his mighty 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire

heart : with weeping.

And, in his mantle muming up his face, 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, Even at the base of Pompey's statua than Antony.

Which all the while ran blood, t great Cesar sell, 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Oh ! what a fall was there, my countrymen !

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cesar might Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Have stood against the world : now lies he there, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. And none so poor to do him reverence.

Oh! now you weep : and I perceive you feel O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir

The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but beho'd I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Who, you all know, are honourable men:

Here is himself, marr'd as you see, with traiI will not do them wrong; I rather choose

tors. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle ! Than I will wrong such honourable men.

2 Cit. O noble Cesar! But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cesar; 3 Cit. 0 woeful day! I found it in his closset ; 'tis his will :

4 Cit. O traitors, villains ! Let but the commons hear this testament,

1 lit. O most bloody sight! (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) 2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge ; about, And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds. -seek,-burn,-ire,-kill, -slay !let not a trai And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,

tor live. Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

Ant. Stay, countrymen. And, dying, mention it within their wills,

I Cit. Peace there :--Hear the noble Antony, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow hiin, we'll Unto their issue.

die with him. 4 Cit. We'll hear the will : Read it, Mark An- Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me nor tony.

stir you up Cit. The will ! the will! we will hear Cesar's | To such a sudden flood of mutiny. will.

They that have done this deed are honourable ; Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not What private griefs t they have, alas, I know not, read it;

That made them do it: they are wise aud boIt is not meet you know how Cesar lov'd you.

nourable, You are not wood, you are not stones, but men : And will no doubt, with reasons answer you, And, being men, bearing the will of Cesar, I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; It will inflame you, it will make you mad : I am no orator, as Brutus is : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, For, if you should, oh! what would come of it? That love my friend : and that they know full 4 Cit. Read the will : we will hear it, Antony ;

well You shall read us the will : Cesar's will.

That gave me public leave to speak of him. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, I have o'ershot + myself to tell you of it. [while ? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, I fear I wrong the honourable men,

To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; Whose daggers have stabb'd Cesar: I do fear it. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;

4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men! Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor Cit. The will ! the testament !

dumb mouths, 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers : The And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, will I read the will

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Ant. You wili compel me then to read the Would rufe up your spirits, and put a tongue will ?

In every wound of Cesar, that should move
Then make a ring about the corse of Cesar, The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
And let me show you him tbat made the will. Cit. We'll mutiny.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave ? 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Cit. Come down.

3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators, 2 Cit. Descend.

Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me [He comes down from the Pulpit.

speak. 3 Cit. You shall have leave.

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble An. 4 Cit. A ring ; stand round.

tony. 1 Cit. Stand from the herse, stand from the Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not body.

what : 2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble Antony, wherein hath Cesar thus deserv'd your loves ? Ant. Nay, press not so upon me ; stand fai Alas, you know not :-I must tell yon then : off.

You have forgot the will I told you of. Crt. Stand back ! room! bear back!

• Statua for statne, is common among the old writers. • All are too proud to shew him any respect.

1 Cesar's blood fell upon the statue, and trickled from i. # Said more than I intended.

t Wrongs.

Cit. Most true ;--the will ;-let's stay, and pluck but his name out of bis heart, and turn him hear the will.

going. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cesar's seal. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, To every Roman citizen he gives,

hol fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.. all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Cas2 Cit. Most noble Cesar | we'll revenge bis ca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. (Exeunt.

death. 3 Cit. O royal Cesar ! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho !

ACT IV. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks.

1.KS, SCENE 1.-The same.-- A room in ANTONY'S His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,

House. On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, And to your beirs for ever; common pleasures, + ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.

Tuble. Here was a Cesar : When comes such another? 1 Cit. Never, never :Come, away, away :

Ant. These many then shall die ; their names

are prick'd. We'll burn his body ju the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitor's houses.

Oct. Your brother too must die ; Consent you,

Lepidus ? Take up tbe body.

Lep. I do consent. 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 C'it. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, (Exeunt CITIZENS, with the Body."

| Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. Ant. Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afoot,

| Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot I

damn + him. Take thou what course thou wilt 1-How now, fellow ?

But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house ;

Fetch the will bither, and we will determine Enter a SERVANT.

How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Lep. What, shall I find you here? Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

Oct. Or here, or at Ant. Where is he?

The Capitol.

(Erit LEPIDUS. Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cesar's house.

Ant. Tbis is a slight unmeritable man, Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him :

Meet to be sent on errands : Is it fit, He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

The three-fold world divided, he should stand And in this mood will give us any thing.

One of the three to share it? Serr. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius

Oct. So you thought him ; Are rid like madınen through the gates of Rome. And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the in our black sentence and proscription. people,

Ant. Octavius, 1 bave seen more days than you; How I had inov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. And though we lay these honours on this man;

(Ereunt. To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, SCENE III.-The same.-A street.

He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold;

To groan and sweat under the business,
Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Either led or driven, as we point the way;
Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with And, having brought our treasure where we will
Cesar,

Then take we down his load, and turn him ofl, And things upluckily charge my fantasy : $ Like to the empty ass, to shake bis ears, I have no will to wander fortb of doors,

And graze in coinmous. Yet something leads me forth.

Oct. You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Enter CITIZENS.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, 1 Cit. What is your name?

I do appoint bim store of provender. 2 Cit. Whither are you going ?

It is a creature that I teach to fight, 3 Cit. Where do you dwell 7

To wind, to stop, to run directly on; 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ? His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. 2 (it. Answer every man directly.

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so ; 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth ; 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

On objects, arts, and imitations ; Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going 1 Whicb, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Where do I dwell 7 Am I a married man, or a Begin his fashion : Do not talk of him, bacheler ? Then to answer every inan directly, But as a property. t And now, Octavius, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, 'Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius, am a bachelor.

Are levying powers : we must straight make head : 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools | Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, that marry :--You'll bear me a bang for that, IOur best friends made, and our best means fear. Proceed; directly.

stretch'd out; Cin. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. And let us presently go sit in council, 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

How covert matters may be best disclos'd, C'in, As a friend.

And open perils surest answered. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, 4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly.

And bay'd g about with many enemies ; Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

And soiae, that smile, bave in their hearts, I fear 3 C'it. Your name, Sir, truly.

Millions of mischief.

(Ereunt. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. | SCENE II.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the

Camp near Sardis. poet.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear hi

and Soldiers : TITINIUS and P IN DARUS for his bad verses.

meeting them. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;

Bru. Stand here. • A lrachma is 7d. sterlinge--21. 38. fed. PleasureAroands. t His coming is the very thing I wished for. • Note. Condemn. I ha a thing at our dispos. My mind is oppressed with ill-omens.

Surrounded.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

| Are much condemu'd to have an itching pala Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassins near ? To sell and mart your ollices for gold,

Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is coine To undeservers. To do you salutation from his master.

Cas. I an itching palm? (PINDARUs gives a letter to BRUTUS. You know that you are Brutns that speak this, Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pin- Or, by the go In his own change, or by ill officers, (darus, Bid. The name of Cassius honours this corHath given me some worthy cause to wish

ruption, Things done, undone : but, if he be at hand, And chastisenieiit dotli therefore hide bis head. I shall be satisfied.

Cas. Chastisement ! Pin. I do not doubt

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March reBut that my noble master will appear

meinber! Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake Bru. He is not doubted.--A word, Lucilius : What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, How he received you, let me be resolv'd.

And not for justice What, shall one of us, Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough: That struck the foremost man of all this world, But not with such familiar instances,

But for supporting robbers-shall we now Nor with such free and friendly conference Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, As he hath used of old.

And sell the mighty space of our large honours, Bru. Thou hast describ'd

For so much trash as may be grasped thus 1 A hot friend cooling : Ever uote, Lucilius, I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, When love begins to sicken and decay,

Than such a Roman.
It useth an enforced ceremony.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : I'll not endure it : you forget yourself,
But hollow men, like horses hot at haud,

To bedge me in; I am a soldier, 1
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: Older in practice, abler than yourself
But when they should endure the bloody spur, To make conditions. +
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on ?

Cas. I am.
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be Bru. I say, yon are not.
quarter'd ;

('as. Urge ine no more, I shall forget myself ; The grealer part, the horse in general,

Have mind upon your bealth, tempt me no furAre come with Cassius.

March within.

ther. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd :

Bru. Away, slight man ! Marcb gently on to meet him.

('as. Is't possible ?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Cas. Stand, ho!

Shall I be frigbted, when a madinan stares ? Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

Cas. O gods! ye gods! Must I endure all Within. Stand.

this? Within. Stand.

Bru. All this! ay, more : Fret till your proud W'ithin. Stand.

heart break; Cus. Most noble brother, you have done me Go, show your slaves how choleric yon are, wrong.

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch enemies ?

Under your testy bamour ? By the gods, And, if not so, how should I wrony a brother? You shail digest the venom of your spleen, Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides Though it do split you : for from this day forth,

P'll use you for my mirib, yea, for my langhter Bru. Cassius, be content,

When you are waspish. Speak your griefs softly,-I do know you well: - Cas. Is it come to this? Before the eyes of both our armies bere,

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; And it shall please ine well : For mine owu part Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, I shall be glad to learn of nobler men. And I will give you audience.

Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Cas. Pindarus,

Brutus ;
Bid our commanders lead their charges off I said an elder soldier not a better :
A little from this ground.

Did I say, better?
Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man Bru. If you did, I care not.
Come to our tent till we have doue our coufer Cas. When Cesar liv'd be durst not thus have
ence.

mov'd me, Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have (Exeunt.

tempted him.

Cas. I durst not? SCENE III.-Il'ithin the tent of BRUTUS.-

Bru. No.
Lucil's and TITINIUS at some distance from

Cas. What 1 durst not tempt him ?
Bru. For your life yon durst not.

Cus. Do not presume too much upon my love,
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius.

I may do that I shall be sorry for. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry in this:

for. You bave condemn'd and noted | Lucius Pella,

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats : Fer taking bribe's here of the Sardians ;

For I am aru'd so strong in honesty, Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,

That they pass by me as the idle wind, Because I kuew the man, were slighted off.

Which I respect not. I did send to you Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me :case.

For I can raise no money hy vile means ; Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

By beaven I had rather coin my heart, That every nice ý offence should bear his com

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring ment.

From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions, • Inform'd

+ Complaints. 1 Exposed.

Smal.

1. Bark at. To confer the offices at my disposal.

Brwhen you do in sober form

Which you denied me :-Was that done like Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows Cassius?

his time : Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? What should the ways do with the jigging * fools ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

Companion, I hence.
To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Cas. Away, away, be gone.
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,

Erit POET.
Dash him to pieces !
Cas. I denied you not.

Enter LUCILIUs and TITINIUS. Bru. You did.

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the comCas. I did not he was but a fool,

manders That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. riv'd . my heart :

Cas. And come yourselves, and bring MesA friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

sala with you But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Immediately to us. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.

(Exeunt LUCILIUs and TITINIUS. Cas. You love me not.

Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. I did not think, you could have been so Cas. A friendly eye could never see such

angry. faults,

Bru, o Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Bru. A flatterer's would not though they do Cas. of your philosophy you make no use, appear

If you give place to accidental evils. As huge as high Olympus.

Bru. No man bears sorrow better :-Portia Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

is dead. Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius!

Cas. Ha! Portia ? For Cassius is aweary of the world :

Bru. She is dead. Hated by one he loves ; brav'd by his brother; Cas. How 'scap'd I killing, when I cross'd Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults obsery'd,

you so ? Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, o insupportable and touching loss ! To cast into my teeth. Oh! I could weep Upon what sickness ? My spirit from mine eyes !-There is my dagger, Bru. Impatient of my absence ; And here my naked breast; within, a heart Aud grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : Have made themselves so strong ;-for with her If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ;

death I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart : That tidings came ;-With this she fell distract. Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for I know, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. When thou didst hate him worse, thou lovd'st Cas. And died so ? bim better.

Bru. Even so.
Than ever thon lov'st Cassius.

Cas. 0 ye immortal gods !
Bru. Sheath your dagger:
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope ;

Enter Lucius, with Wine and Tapers.
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. Bru, Speak no inore of her. Give me a bowl
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

of wine : That carries anger, as the Aint bears fire ;

In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. Which, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,

[Drinks. And straight is cold again.

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that noble Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

pledge : To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love. hin?

(Drinks. Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'a too.

Re-enter TITINICS, with MESSALA. Cas. Do you confess so much ? Give me your! Bru. Come in, Titinius-Welcome, good hand.

Messala. Bru. And my heart too.

Now sit we close about this taper here, Cas. O Brutus !

And call in question our necessities. Bry. What's the matter?

Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with Bru. No more, I pray yon. me,

[me, Messala, I have here received letters, When that rash humour which my mother gave That young Octavius, and Mark Antony Makes me forgetful ?

Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth,

Bending their expedition toward Philippi. When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Mess. Myself bave letters of the self-same He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

tenour.

[Noise within. Bru. With what addition ? Poet. Within.) Let me go in to see the ge Mess. That by proscription, and bills of ont. nerals; Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

(lawry, There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet Have put to death a hundred senators. They be alone.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Luc. [Within.) You shall not come to them. Mine speak of seventy senators, that died Poet. 'Twithin.) Nothing but death shall | By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. stay me.

Cas. Cicero one?

Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,
Enter Poet.

And by that order of proscription,
Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Had you your letters from your wife, my lord ? Poet. For shame, you generals : What do you Bru. No, Messala. . mean?

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of Love, and be friends, as two such men should be ;

her? For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye. Bru. Nothing, Messala. Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynic Mess. That, methinks, is strange. rhyme !

Bru. Wby ask you? Hear you aught of her Bru. Get you hence, Sirrah : sancy fellow,

in yours? hence.

Mess. No, my lord. Cas. Bear with bim, Brutus ; 'tis his fashion.

• Jig, signified a metrical composition, • Rent.

* A term of reproach.

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