Bru. You fhall, Mark Antony. 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 pardon, I will myfelf into the Pulpit first, And fhew the reafon of our Cefar's death. Caf. I know not what may fall. I like it not. Ant. Be it fo; I do defire no more. Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. SCENE [Exeunt Confpirators. IV. 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! —in the tide of time..] That is, in the course of times. Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, That mothers fhall but fmile, when they behold Shall in these confines, with a Monarch's voice, 7-upon the LIMBS of men ;] tained in the Black Book of We should read, the Admiralty, there is the following chapter. "The peyne of hym that "crieth havock & of them that followeth hym. ent. v." Item Si quis inventus fue"rit qui clamorem inceperit qui vocatur Havak.” 66 Enter Octavius's Servant. You ferve Octavius Cæfar, do you not? 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. Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, Hie hence, and tell him to. Yet ftay a while; Lend me your hand. [Exeunt with Cæfar's body. SCENE V. Changes to the Forum. Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra; Caffius, with E 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; Those, Thofe that will follow Caffius, go with him, 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! ୨ 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 Who is here fo base, that would be a bond-man ? Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman ? Who is here fo vile, that will not love his Country? 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, 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. Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone, By |