Let me a little fhew it, even in this; That I was conftant Cimber should be banish'd, Cim. O Cafar Caf. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ? Caf. Doth not Brutus bootlefs kneel? [Dies. [They fab Cæfar. Caf. Et tu, Brute ?——then fall, Cæfar! Cin. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is deadRun hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets Caf. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement. Bru. People, and Senators! be not affrighted; Fly not, ftand still. Ambition's debt is paid. Caf. Go to the Pulpit, Brutus. Dec. And Caffius too. Bru. Where's Publius? Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand faft together, left fome friends of Cafar's Should chance Bu. Talk not of ftanding. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your perfon, Nor to no Roman elfe; fo tell them, Publius. Caf. And leave us, Publius, lest that the People, Rufhing on us, fhould do your age fome mischief. Bru. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers. Enter Trebonius. Caf. Where is Antony? Tre. Fled to his house amaz’d. Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures; Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit. So So are we Cafar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death. (18) Stoop, Romans, floop; hence [Dipping their words in Cæfar's blood. Shall this our lofty Scene be acted o'er, No worthier than the duft? Caf. So oft as that shall be, So often fhall the knot of us be call'd Caf. Ay, every man away. Brutus fhall lead, and we will grace his heels Enter a Servant. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. (18) Stoop, Romans, feop;] Mr. Pope, in both his editions, has, from these words, arbitrarily taken away the remainder of this speech from Brutus, and placed it to Cafca: becaufe, he thinks, nothing is more inconfistent with Brutus's mild and philofophical character. And as he often finds speeches in the later editions, he fays, put into wrong mouths; he thinks, this liberty is not unreafonable. 'Tis true, a diligent editor may find many fuch errors committed even in the first printed copies; but it has not often been Mr. Pope's good fortune to hit upon them. I dare warrant, the printers made no blunder in this inftance; and therefore I have made bold to restore the speech to its right owner. Brutus efteem'd the death of Cafar a facrifice to liberty; and, as such, gloried in his heading the enterprize. Befides, our poet is frictly copying a fact in history. Plutarch, in the life of Cæfar, fays, "Brutus and his followers, being yet "bot with the murther, march'd in a body from the Senate-house to "the Capitol, with their drawn words, with an air of confidence and "affurance." And, in the life of Brutus, Brutus and his "party betook themselves to the Capitol, and in their way bewing "their bands all bloody, and their naked fwords, proclaim'd- liberty "to the people." Scr. [Kneeling. Ser. Thus, Brutus, did my Mafter bid me kneel; Say, I fear'd Cæfar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant. Bru. I know, that we fhall have him well to friend. Caf. I wish, we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls fhrewdly to the purpose. Enter Antony. Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony. Ant. O mighty Cæfar! doft thou lie fo low? Are all thy Conquefts, Glories, Triumphs, Spoils, (19) Shrunk to this little measure ?--Fare thee well. I know not, Gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who elfe is rank ; If I my felf, there is no hour fo fit As Cafar's death's hour; nor no inftrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich (19) Shrunk to this little measure?] Perhaps, our poet might have Juvenal in his view, here; -Mors fola fatetur, With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now whilft your purpled hands do reek and smoak, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I fhall not find myself fo apt to die: No place will please me fo, no mean of death, Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us : Hath done this deed on Cafar: For your part, To you our fwords have leaden points, Mark Antony ; Our arms exempt from malice, and our hearts Of brothers' temper, do receive you in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. In the difpofing of new dignities. Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus ; Though laft, not leaft in love, yours, good Trebonius. My credit now ftands on fuch flippery ground, That I did love thee, Cafar, oh, 'tis true; If If then thy Spirit look upon us now, Caf. Mark Antony Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cafius: The enemies of Cafar fhall fay this: Then, in a friend, it is cold modefty. Caf. I blame you not for praifing Cæfar fo, But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends, Or fhall we on, and not depend on you? Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was, indeed, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæfar. Friends am I with you all, and love you all; Upon this hope, that you fhall give me reasons, Why, and wherein Cafar was dangerous. Bru. Or elfe this were a favage fpectacle. Our reafons are fo full of good regard, (20) And crimson'd in thy death.] All the old copies, that I have feen, read, Lethe. The dictionaries, indeed, acknowledge no fuch word: and as the L might have mistakingly been form'd from an obfcure D, not taking the ink equally in all parts, I have fuffer'd the more known word to ftand in the text; tho', indeed, I am not without fufpicion of our poet's having either coin'd the other term, or copied it from fome obfolete author, who had adopted it from the Letbum of the Latines; which, 'tis well known, was used for death, as well as destruction, ruin, bavock, &c. That |