k Sign'd in thy fpoil, and crimson'd in thy' Lethe *O world, thou waft the foreft to this hart; And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee. m How like a deer, ftricken by many princes, Caf. Mark Antony, — Ant. Pardon me, Caius Caffius; The enemies of Cefar fhall fay this; Caf. I blame you not for praifing Cæfar fo, Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was indeed. Bru. Or elfe" were this a favage fpectacle; Ant. That's all I feek: And am moreover fuitor, that I may h R.'s octavo, Sing'd for Sign'd. iSo the fo's, R. W. J. and C; the reft, death for Letbe. The following lines of this fpeech are omitted by P. and H. in their text, but preferved in the margin. 1 The fo's and R. bart for beart. m The firft f. ftroken; C. ftrooken. n P.'s duodecimo, T. W. and J. this were for were this. F 3 And And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Bru. You fhall, Mark Antony's ' Caf. Brutus, a word with you. You know not what you do: Do not confent, Afide Know you how much the people may be mov'd Bru. By your pardonor I will myself into the pulpit firft, And fhew the reason of our Cafar's death And that we are contented, Cafar Thalle T Have all true rites and lawful deremonies, 2 mot It shall advantage more, than do us wrongwi meest Elfe fhall you not have any hand at all) od 10th Y About his funeral: And you fhall fpeak In the fame pulpit whereto I am going After my speech is ended-anı alt or ybod als s Ant. Be it fo; I do defire no more. Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us, *། [Exeunt all but Antony. Ant. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with thefe butchers. Thou art the ruins of the nobleft man That ever lived in the tide of times, Woe to the hand that fhed this coftly blood! (Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, That mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold u With carrion men, groaning for burial. W Enter Octavius's Servant. You ferve Octavius Cæfar, do you not? Ser. I do, Mark Antony. Ant. Cæfar did write for him to come to Rome. [* Seeing the body. Begin to water. Is thy mafter coming? Ser. He lies to-night within feven leagues of Rome. Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc'd. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of fafety for Octavius yet; Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet ftay a while; In my oration, how the people take с [Exeunt with the body. SCENE III. • The Forum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and the Plebeians. Pleb. We will be fatisfied; let us be fatisfied. And part the numbers. h Those that will hear me fpeak, let 'em ftay here; Thofe that will follow Caffius, go with him; And public reasons shall be rendered Of Cafar's death. 1 Pleb. I will hear Brutus speak. 2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their reasons, When feverally we hear them rendered, [' Exit Caffius with fome of the Plebeians. In R. and C. this is Scene 2; in P. the pulpit, for he fays, Then follow me, H. W. and J. Sc. 5. The fcene first described by R. f Here the fo's and R. direct, Enter Brutus, and goes into the pulpit ; and Caf. fius, with the Plebeians; C. Enter a throng of citizens, tumultuously; Brutus and Caffius; the reft, Enter Brutus, and mounts the reftra. Caffius, with the Plebeians. But Brutus has not yet mounted and give me audience, friends; he would g R.'s duodecimo, my for me. i No direction in the fo's. 3 Pleb. 1 |