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Bru. You fhall, Mark Antony.

Caf. Brutus, a word with you.

You know not what you do; do not confent, [Afide.
That Antony speak in his funeral:

Know you, how much the People may be mov'd
By that which he will utter?

Bru. By your pardon,

I will myfelf into the Pulpit first,

And fhew the reafon of our Cefar's death.
What Antony fhall fpeak, I will protest
He speaks by leave, and by permiffion;
And that we are contented, Cæfar fhall
Have all due rites, and lawful ceremonies:
It fhall advantage more, than do us wrong.

Caf. I know not what may fall. I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here. Take you Cafar's body.
You shall not in your funeral fpeech blame us,
But fpeak all good you can devife of Cafar,
And fay, you do't by our permission,
Elfe fhall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral. And you fhall speak
In the fame Pulpit whereto I am going,
After my fpeech is ended.

Ant. Be it fo;

I do defire no more.

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.


[Exeunt Confpirators.


Manet 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!

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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 curfe fhall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and deftruction fhall be fo in ufe,
And dreaful objects fo familiar,

That mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war:
All pity choak'd with custom of fell deeds;
Ad Cafar's fpirit, ranging for revenge,
With até by his fide come hot from hell,

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Cry Havock, and let flip the Dogs of war;
That this foul deed fhall fmeli above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

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Enter Octavius's Servant.

You ferve Octavius Cæfar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony.

Ant. Cafar did write for you to come to Rome. Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming; And bid me fay to you by word of mouth

O Cafar!

[Seeing the Body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep; Paffion I fee is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those Beads of forrow itand in thine, Began to water. Is thy mafter coming?

Serv. He listo-night within feven leagues of Rome.
Ant. Poft back with speed, and tell him what hath

Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Reme of fafety for Octavius yet;

Hie hence, and tell him to. Yet ftay a while;
Thou shalt not back, 'till I have borne this corfe
Into the market-place: there fhall I try
In my Oration, how the people take
The cruel iffue of thefe loody men;
According to the which, thou shalt difcourfe
To young Octavius of the state of things.

Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæfar's body.


Changes to the Forum.

Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra; Caffius, with


the Plebeians.

Pleb. will be fatisfied. Let us be fatisfied.

Bru. Then follow me, and give me

audience, friends.

Caffius, go you into the other ftreet,

And part the numbers.

Those that will hear me fpeak, let 'em stay here;


Thofe that will follow Caffius, go with him,
And publick reafons fhall be rendered
Of Cafar's death.

Pleb. I will hear Brutus fpeak.

2 Pieb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their reafons,

When fev'rally we hear them rendered.

[Exit Caffius, with fome of the Plebeians.

3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is afcended: filence!
Bru. Be patient 'till the last.

Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers! hear me for my caufe; and be filent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have relpect to mine honour, that you may believe. Cenfure me in your wisdom, and awake your fenfes, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this affembly, any dear friend of Cafar's, to him I fay, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why · Brutus role against Cafar, this is my Anfwer: Not that I lov'd Cæfar less, but that I lov'd Rome more. Had you rather Cefar were living, and dye all flaves; than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free men? As Cafar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I flew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition.

9 Countrymen, and Lovers! &c. There is no where, in all Shakefpeare's works, a fironger proof of his not being what we call a fcholar, than this; or of his not knowing any thing of the genius of learned antiquity. This fpeech of Brutus is wrote in imitation of his famed laconic brevity, and is very fine in its kind. But no more like that brevity, than his times were like Brutus's. The ancient laconic brevity, was

fimple, natural and eafy: this is quaint. artificial, gingling, and abounding with forced antithefis's. In a word a brevity, that for its falfe eloquence would have fuited any character, and for its good fenfe would have becorie the greatest of our author's vie; but yet, in a ftile of declaiming, that fits as ill upon Bruts as our author's trowfers or collar-band would have done. WARB.


Who is here fo base, that would be a bond-man ?
If any, fpeak; for him have I offended.

Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman ?
If any, fpeak; for him have I offended.

Who is here fo vile, that will not love his Country?
If any, fpeak; for him have I offended.
I paule for a Reply.

All. None, Brutus, none.

Bru. Then none have I offended.

I have done no more to Cafar, than you fhall do to Brutus. The queftion of his death is inroll'd in the Capitol; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforc'd, for which he fuffered death.

Enter Mark Antony with Cæfar's body.

Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, fhall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the Commonwealth; as which of you fhall not? With this I depart, that as I flew my beft lover for the good of Rome; I have the fame dagger for myfelf, when it shall please my Country to need my death.

All. Live, Brutus, live! live!

1 Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house,
2 Pleb. Give him a ftatue with his Ancestors.
3 Pleb. Let him be Cafar.

4 Pleb. Cæfar's better Parts

Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

1 Pleb. We'll bring him to his house

With fhouts and clamours.

Bru. My Countrymen

2 Pleb. Peace! filence! Brutus fpeaks.
1 Pleb. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, ftay here with Antony;
Do grace to Cafar's corps, and grace his speech
Tending to Cafar's Glories; which Mark Antony


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