When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept: I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? And sure he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, You all did love him once, not without cause; And I must pause 'till it come back to me. 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cesar has had great wrong. 3 Cit. Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown: Therefore 'tis certain, he was not ambitious. 1 Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it 2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony. 4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar, Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dear Cesar's wounds, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And dying, mention it within their wills, Unto their issue. 4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony. Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cesar's will. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; 4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will; Cesar's will. Ant. 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 Cesar: I do fear it. 4 Cit. They were traitors: Honorable men! Cit. The will! the testament! 2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will! read the will! Ant. You will compel me then to read the will?- 2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the Pulpit. 3 Cit. You shall have leave. 4 Cit. A ring; stand round. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Cit. Stand back! room! bear back! Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Cesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; For when the noble Cesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst, his mighty heart; Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cesar fell. 2 Cit. O noble Cesar! 3 Cit. O woeful day! 4 Cit. O traitors, villains! 1 Cit. O most bloody sight! 2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about,—seek,— burn,-fire,-kill,-slay!-let not a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. 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, 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 Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony BURIAL OF IMOGEN BY THE PEASANTS, BELARIUS, ARVIRAGUS, AND GUIDERIUS. Enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his arms. Bel. Look, here he comes! And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Arv. The bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well, Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to shew what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbor in ?-Thou blessed thing! Jove knows, what man thou might'st have made; but I, How found you him? Arv. Stark, as you see; Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laughed at: his right cheek Guid. Where? Arv. O' the floor, His arms thus leagu'd. I thought he slept; and put Guid. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he 'll make his grave a bed; Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, Guid. Pr'ythee have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, Arv. Say, where shall we lay him? And let us Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, Guid. Cadwal, I cannot sing; I'll weep and word it with thee: Arv. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Cloter Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; Yet bury him as a prince. Guid. Pray you, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, Arv. If you 'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother begin. [Exit BELARIUS. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the East; My father hath a reason for 't. Arv. "T is true. Guid. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. So, begin. SONG. Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the surr, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, |