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You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Let no such man be trusted.-Mark the music.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.
Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
How many things by season season'd are
Lor. Madam, they are not yet;
Por. Go in, Nerissa,
Lor. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiv'd, of Portia.
Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckow, By the bad voice.
Lor. Dear lady, welcome home.
Por. We have been praying for our husbands' welfare, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words. Are they return'd?
Give order to my servants, that they take
[A trumpet sounds.
Lor. Your husband is at hand, I hear his trumpet: -We are no tell-tales, madam; fear you not.
Por. This night, methinks, is but the day-light sick, It looks a little paler; 't is a day,
Such as the day is when the sun is hid.
Portia. The quality of mercy is not strained;
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
EARLY FEMALE FRIENDSHIP.
Helena. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
All school-day's friendship, childhood innocence?
Have with our needles created both one flower;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of CITIZENS.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.-
Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here;
Of Cesar's death.
1 Cit. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered. Exit CASSIUS, with some of the CITIZENS. the Rostrum.
BRUTUS goes into
3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence!
Romans, countrymen, and lovers? hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe; censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer.-Not that I loved Cesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Česar were dead to live all freemen? As Cesar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him: There are tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Cit. None, Brutus, none.
[Several speaking at once.
Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cesar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR's Body.
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live!
1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
2 Cit. Give him a statute with his ancestors.
3 Cit. Let him be Cesar.
4 Cit. Cesar's better parts
Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours.
Bru. My countrymen,
2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Cit. Peace, ho!
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. 3 Cit. Let him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him: Noble Antony, go up.
Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus ?
3 Cit. He says for Brutus' sake,
He finds himself beholden to us all.
4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. 1 Cit. This Cesar was a tyrant.
3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:
We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.
2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Ant. You gentle Romans,
Cit. Peace, ho! let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.
When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept:
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
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
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
Let but the commons hear this testament,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Unto their issue.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.