The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

A tragedy written in 1599 by William Shakespeare

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1(stage directions)11Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners
211FLAVIUSHence! home, you idle creatures get you home: Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
311FIRST COMMONERWhy, sir, a carpenter.
411MARULLUSWhere is thy leather apron and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on? You, sir, what trade are you?
511SECOND COMMONERTruly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
611MARULLUSBut what trade art thou? answer me directly.
711SECOND COMMONERA trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.
811MARULLUSWhat trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
911SECOND COMMONERNay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
1011MARULLUSWhat meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!
1111SECOND COMMONERWhy, sir, cobble you.
1211FLAVIUSThou art a cobbler, art thou?
1311SECOND COMMONERTruly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.
1411FLAVIUSBut wherefore art not in thy shop today? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
1511SECOND COMMONERTruly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.
1611MARULLUSWherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
1711FLAVIUSGo, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt all the Commoners] See whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
1811MARULLUSMay we do so? You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
1911FLAVIUSIt is no matter; let no images Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
20(stage directions)11Exeunt [Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course;] CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer
2112CAESARCalpurnia!
2212CASCAPeace, ho! Caesar speaks.
2312CAESARCalpurnia!
2412CALPURNIAHere, my lord.
2512CAESARStand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius!
2612ANTONYCaesar, my lord?
2712CAESARForget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterile curse.
2812ANTONYI shall remember: When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
2912CAESARSet on; and leave no ceremony out.
30(stage directions)12Flourish
3112SOOTHSAYERCaesar!
3212CAESARHa! who calls?
3312CASCABid every noise be still: peace yet again!
3412CAESARWho is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
3512SOOTHSAYERBeware the ides of March.
3612CAESARWhat man is that?
3712BRUTUSA soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
3812CAESARSet him before me; let me see his face.
3912CASSIUSFellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
4012CAESARWhat say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
4112SOOTHSAYERBeware the ides of March.
4212CAESARHe is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
43(stage directions)12Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS
4412CASSIUSWill you go see the order of the course?
4512BRUTUSNot I.
4612CASSIUSI pray you, do.
4712BRUTUSI am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you.
4812CASSIUSBrutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you.
4912BRUTUSCassius, Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, Conceptions only proper to myself, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-- Among which number, Cassius, be you one-- Nor construe any further my neglect, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.
5012CASSIUSThen, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
5112BRUTUSNo, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
5212CASSIUS'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
5312BRUTUSInto what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
5412CASSIUSTherefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And after scandal them, or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
55(stage directions)12Flourish, and shout
5612BRUTUSWhat means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.
5712CASSIUSAy, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
5812BRUTUSI would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently, For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.
5912CASSIUSI know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar; so were you: We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he: For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!' I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Tintinius,' As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
60(stage directions)12Shout. Flourish
6112BRUTUSAnother general shout! I do believe that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
6212CASSIUSWhy, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man? When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Now is it Rome indeed and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. O, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king.
6312BRUTUSThat you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this and of these times, I shall recount hereafter; for this present, I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Be any further moved. What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us.
6412CASSIUSI am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
6512BRUTUSThe games are done and Caesar is returning.
6612CASSIUSAs they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
67(stage directions)12Re-enter CAESAR and his Train
6812BRUTUSI will do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
6912CASSIUSCasca will tell us what the matter is.
7012CAESARAntonius!
7112ANTONYCaesar?
7212CAESARLet me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
7312ANTONYFear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman and well given.
7412CAESARWould he were fatter! But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
75(stage directions)12Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA
7612CASCAYou pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?
7712BRUTUSAy, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day, That Caesar looks so sad.
7812CASCAWhy, you were with him, were you not?
7912BRUTUSI should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
8012CASCAWhy, there was a crown offered him: and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.
8112BRUTUSWhat was the second noise for?
8212CASCAWhy, for that too.
8312CASSIUSThey shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
8412CASCAWhy, for that too.
8512BRUTUSWas the crown offered him thrice?
8612CASCAAy, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other, and at every putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted.
8712CASSIUSWho offered him the crown?
8812CASCAWhy, Antony.
8912BRUTUSTell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
9012CASCAI can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
9112CASSIUSBut, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?
9212CASCAHe fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
9312BRUTUS'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
9412CASSIUSNo, Caesar hath it not; but you and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
9512CASCAI know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
9612BRUTUSWhat said he when he came unto himself?
9712CASCAMarry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his throat to cut. An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said, If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.
9812BRUTUSAnd after that, he came, thus sad, away?
9912CASCAAy.
10012CASSIUSDid Cicero say any thing?
10112CASCAAy, he spoke Greek.
10212CASSIUSTo what effect?
10312CASCANay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.
10412CASSIUSWill you sup with me to-night, Casca?
10512CASCANo, I am promised forth.
10612CASSIUSWill you dine with me to-morrow?
10712CASCAAy, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner worth the eating.
10812CASSIUSGood: I will expect you.
10912CASCADo so. Farewell, both.
110(stage directions)12Exit
11112BRUTUSWhat a blunt fellow is this grown to be! He was quick mettle when he went to school.
11212CASSIUSSo is he now in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise, However he puts on this tardy form. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
11312BRUTUSAnd so it is. For this time I will leave you: To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you; or, if you will, Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
11412CASSIUSI will do so: till then, think of the world. [Exit BRUTUS] Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes; For who so firm that cannot be seduced? Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius, He should not humour me. I will this night, In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at: And after this let Caesar seat him sure; For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
115(stage directions)12Exit [Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides,] CASCA, with his sword drawn, and CICERO
11613CICERONISGood even, Casca: brought you Caesar home? Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?
11713CASCAAre not you moved, when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds: But never till to-night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven, Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction.
11813CICERONISWhy, saw you any thing more wonderful?
11913CASCAA common slave--you know him well by sight-- Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand, Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword-- Against the Capitol I met a lion, Who glared upon me, and went surly by, Without annoying me: and there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the bird of night did sit Even at noon-day upon the market-place, Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say 'These are their reasons; they are natural;' For, I believe, they are portentous things Unto the climate that they point upon.
12013CICERONISIndeed, it is a strange-disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?
12113CASCAHe doth; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.
12213CICERONISGood night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in.
12313CASCAFarewell, Cicero.
124(stage directions)13Exit CICERO
125(stage directions)13Enter CASSIUS
12613CASSIUSWho's there?
12713CASCAA Roman.
12813CASSIUSCasca, by your voice.
12913CASCAYour ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
13013CASSIUSA very pleasing night to honest men.
13113CASCAWho ever knew the heavens menace so?
13213CASSIUSThose that have known the earth so full of faults. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Submitting me unto the perilous night, And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone; And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it.
13313CASCABut wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods by tokens send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
13413CASSIUSYou are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman you do want, Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder, To see the strange impatience of the heavens: But if you would consider the true cause Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why old men fool and children calculate, Why all these things change from their ordinance Their natures and preformed faculties To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find That heaven hath infused them with these spirits, To make them instruments of fear and warning Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars As doth the lion in the Capitol, A man no mightier than thyself or me In personal action, yet prodigious grown And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
13513CASCA'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?
13613CASSIUSLet it be who it is: for Romans now Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
13713CASCAIndeed, they say the senators tomorrow Mean to establish Caesar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, In every place, save here in Italy.
13813CASSIUSI know where I will wear this dagger then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat: Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. If I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny that I do bear I can shake off at pleasure.
139(stage directions)13Thunder still
14013CASCASo can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity.
14113CASSIUSAnd why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep: He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief, Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this Before a willing bondman; then I know My answer must be made. But I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent.
14213CASCAYou speak to Casca, and to such a man That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest.
14313CASSIUSThere's a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans To undergo with me an enterprise Of honourable-dangerous consequence; And I do know, by this, they stay for me In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, There is no stir or walking in the streets; And the complexion of the element In favour's like the work we have in hand, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
14413CASCAStand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
14513CASSIUS'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. [Enter CINNA] Cinna, where haste you so?
14613CINNATo find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
14713CASSIUSNo, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
14813CINNAI am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
14913CASSIUSAm I not stay'd for? tell me.
15013CINNAYes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party--
15113CASSIUSBe you content: good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
15213CINNAAll but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
15313CASSIUSThat done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [Exit CINNA] Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
15413CASCAO, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
15513CASSIUSHim and his worth and our great need of him You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and ere day We will awake him and be sure of him.
156(stage directions)13Exeunt
157(stage directions)21Enter BRUTUS
15821BRUTUSWhat, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
159(stage directions)21Enter LUCIUS
16021LUCIUSCall'd you, my lord?
16121BRUTUSGet me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.
16221LUCIUSI will, my lord.
163(stage directions)21Exit
16421BRUTUSIt must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;-- And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round. He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. So Caesar may. Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell.
165(stage directions)21Re-enter LUCIUS
16621LUCIUSThe taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there when I went to bed.
167(stage directions)21Gives him the letter
16821BRUTUSGet you to bed again; it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
16921LUCIUSI know not, sir.
17021BRUTUSLook in the calendar, and bring me word.
17121LUCIUSI will, sir.
172(stage directions)21Exit
17321BRUTUSThe exhalations whizzing in the air Give so much light that I may read by them. [Opens the letter and reads] 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!' Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. 'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. 'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise: If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
174(stage directions)21Re-enter LUCIUS
17521LUCIUSSir, March is wasted fourteen days.
176(stage directions)21Knocking within
17721BRUTUS'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. [Exit LUCIUS] Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
178(stage directions)21Re-enter LUCIUS
17921LUCIUSSir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
18021BRUTUSIs he alone?
18121LUCIUSNo, sir, there are moe with him.
18221BRUTUSDo you know them?
18321LUCIUSNo, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour.
18421BRUTUSLet 'em enter. [Exit LUCIUS] They are the faction. O conspiracy, Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability: For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. [Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS] BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS
18521CASSIUSI think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
18621BRUTUSI have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you?
18721CASSIUSYes, every man of them, and no man here But honours you; and every one doth wish You had but that opinion of yourself Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius.
18821BRUTUSHe is welcome hither.
18921CASSIUSThis, Decius Brutus.
19021BRUTUSHe is welcome too.
19121CASSIUSThis, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
19221BRUTUSThey are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
19321CASSIUSShall I entreat a word?
194(stage directions)21BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper
19521DECIUS BRUTUSHere lies the east: doth not the day break here?
19621CASCANo.
19721CINNAO, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
19821CASCAYou shall confess that you are both deceived. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises, Which is a great way growing on the south, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence up higher toward the north He first presents his fire; and the high east Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
19921BRUTUSGive me your hands all over, one by one.
20021CASSIUSAnd let us swear our resolution.
20121BRUTUSNo, not an oath: if not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,-- If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, What need we any spur but our own cause, To prick us to redress? what other bond Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? and what other oath Than honesty to honesty engaged, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous, Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise, Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think that or our cause or our performance Did need an oath; when every drop of blood That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several bastardy, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
20221CASSIUSBut what of Cicero? shall we sound him? I think he will stand very strong with us.
20321CASCALet us not leave him out.
20421CINNANo, by no means.
20521METELLUS CIMBERO, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his gravity.
20621BRUTUSO, name him not: let us not break with him; For he will never follow any thing That other men begin.
20721CASSIUSThen leave him out.
20821CASCAIndeed he is not fit.
20921DECIUS BRUTUSShall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
21021CASSIUSDecius, well urged: I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar, Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far As to annoy us all: which to prevent, Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
21121BRUTUSOur course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar: Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; And in the spirit of men there is no blood: O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit, And not dismember Caesar! But, alas, Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds: And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Our purpose necessary and not envious: Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. And for Mark Antony, think not of him; For he can do no more than Caesar's arm When Caesar's head is off.
21221CASSIUSYet I fear him; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--
21321BRUTUSAlas, good Cassius, do not think of him: If he love Caesar, all that he can do Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar: And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness and much company.
21421TREBONIUSThere is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
215(stage directions)21Clock strikes
21621BRUTUSPeace! count the clock.
21721CASSIUSThe clock hath stricken three.
21821TREBONIUS'Tis time to part.
21921CASSIUSBut it is doubtful yet, Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no; For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies: It may be, these apparent prodigies, The unaccustom'd terror of this night, And the persuasion of his augurers, May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
22021DECIUS BRUTUSNever fear that: if he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils and men with flatterers; But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Let me work; For I can give his humour the true bent, And I will bring him to the Capitol.
22121CASSIUSNay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
22221BRUTUSBy the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
22321CINNABe that the uttermost, and fail not then.
22421METELLUS CIMBERCaius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him.
22521BRUTUSNow, good Metellus, go along by him: He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
22621CASSIUSThe morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus. And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
22721BRUTUSGood gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untired spirits and formal constancy: And so good morrow to you every one. [Exeunt all but BRUTUS] Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
228(stage directions)21Enter PORTIA
22921PORTIABrutus, my lord!
23021BRUTUSPortia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
23121PORTIANor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper, You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across, And when I ask'd you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks; I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head, And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not, But, with an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did; Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal Hoping it was but an effect of humour, Which sometime hath his hour with every man. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep, And could it work so much upon your shape As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
23221BRUTUSI am not well in health, and that is all.
23321PORTIABrutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
23421BRUTUSWhy, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
23521PORTIAIs Brutus sick? and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humours Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, To dare the vile contagion of the night And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus; You have some sick offence within your mind, Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of: and, upon my knees, I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Why you are heavy, and what men to-night Have had to resort to you: for here have been Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Even from darkness.
23621BRUTUSKneel not, gentle Portia.
23721PORTIAI should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am I yourself But, as it were, in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
23821BRUTUSYou are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart
23921PORTIAIf this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: I grant I am a woman; but withal A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em: I have made strong proof of my constancy, Giving myself a voluntary wound Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience. And not my husband's secrets?
24021BRUTUSO ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Knocking within] Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my sad brows: Leave me with haste. [Exit PORTIA] Lucius, who's that knocks?
241(stage directions)21Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS
24221LUCIUSHe is a sick man that would speak with you.
24321BRUTUSCaius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
24421LIGARIUSVouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
24521BRUTUSO, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
24621LIGARIUSI am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
24721BRUTUSSuch an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
24821LIGARIUSBy all the gods that Romans bow before, I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome! Brave son, derived from honourable loins! Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible; Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
24921BRUTUSA piece of work that will make sick men whole.
25021LIGARIUSBut are not some whole that we must make sick?
25121BRUTUSThat must we also. What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee, as we are going To whom it must be done.
25221LIGARIUSSet on your foot, And with a heart new-fired I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on.
25321BRUTUSFollow me, then.
254(stage directions)21Exeunt [Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his] night-gown
25522CAESARNor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, 'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?
256(stage directions)22Enter a Servant
25722SERVANTMy lord?
25822CAESARGo bid the priests do present sacrifice And bring me their opinions of success.
25922SERVANTI will, my lord.
260(stage directions)22Exit
261(stage directions)22Enter CALPURNIA
26222CALPURNIAWhat mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth? You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
26322CAESARCaesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
26422CALPURNIACaesar, I never stood on ceremonies, Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. A lioness hath whelped in the streets; And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them.
26522CAESARWhat can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
26622CALPURNIAWhen beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
26722CAESARCowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. [Re-enter Servant] What say the augurers?
26822SERVANTThey would not have you to stir forth to-day. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
26922CAESARThe gods do this in shame of cowardice: Caesar should be a beast without a heart, If he should stay at home to-day for fear. No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous than he: We are two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible: And Caesar shall go forth.
27022CALPURNIAAlas, my lord, Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and not your own. We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: And he shall say you are not well to-day: Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
27122CAESARMark Antony shall say I am not well, And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. [Enter DECIUS BRUTUS] Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
27222DECIUS BRUTUSCaesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
27322CAESARAnd you are come in very happy time, To bear my greeting to the senators And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.
27422CALPURNIASay he is sick.
27522CAESARShall Caesar send a lie? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
27622DECIUS BRUTUSMost mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.
27722CAESARThe cause is in my will: I will not come; That is enough to satisfy the senate. But for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know: Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: And these does she apply for warnings, and portents, And evils imminent; and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
27822DECIUS BRUTUSThis dream is all amiss interpreted; It was a vision fair and fortunate: Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which so many smiling Romans bathed, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
27922CAESARAnd this way have you well expounded it.
28022DECIUS BRUTUSI have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now: the senate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say 'Break up the senate till another time, When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper 'Lo, Caesar is afraid'? Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love To our proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liable.
28122CAESARHow foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go. [Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA,] TREBONIUS, and CINNA And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
28222PUBLIUSGood morrow, Caesar.
28322CAESARWelcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy As that same ague which hath made you lean. What is 't o'clock?
28422BRUTUSCaesar, 'tis strucken eight.
28522CAESARI thank you for your pains and courtesy. [Enter ANTONY] See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
28622ANTONYSo to most noble Caesar.
28722CAESARBid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! I have an hour's talk in store for you; Remember that you call on me to-day: Be near me, that I may remember you.
28822TREBONIUSCaesar, I will: [Aside] and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
28922CAESARGood friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
29022BRUTUS[Aside That every like is not the same, O Caesar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
291(stage directions)22Exeunt
292(stage directions)23Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper
29323ARTEMIDORUS'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, 'ARTEMIDORUS.' Here will I stand till Caesar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
294(stage directions)23Exit
295(stage directions)24Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS
29624PORTIAI prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: Why dost thou stay?
29724LUCIUSTo know my errand, madam.
29824PORTIAI would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet?
29924LUCIUSMadam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else?
30024PORTIAYes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that?
30124LUCIUSI hear none, madam.
30224PORTIAPrithee, listen well; I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
30324LUCIUSSooth, madam, I hear nothing.
304(stage directions)24Enter the Soothsayer
30524PORTIACome hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
30624SOOTHSAYERAt mine own house, good lady.
30724PORTIAWhat is't o'clock?
30824SOOTHSAYERAbout the ninth hour, lady.
30924PORTIAIs Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
31024SOOTHSAYERMadam, not yet: I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.
31124PORTIAThou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
31224SOOTHSAYERThat I have, lady: if it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
31324PORTIAWhy, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
31424SOOTHSAYERNone that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Of senators, of praetors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
315(stage directions)24Exit
31624PORTIAI must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus, The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint. Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Say I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
317(stage directions)24Exeunt severally [A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the] Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others
31831CAESAR[To the Soothsayer The ides of March are come.
31931SOOTHSAYERAy, Caesar; but not gone.
32031ARTEMIDORUSHail, Caesar! read this schedule.
32131DECIUS BRUTUSTrebonius doth desire you to o'erread, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
32231ARTEMIDORUSO Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
32331CAESARWhat touches us ourself shall be last served.
32431ARTEMIDORUSDelay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
32531CAESARWhat, is the fellow mad?
32631PUBLIUSSirrah, give place.
32731CASSIUSWhat, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. [CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest] following
32831POPILIUSI wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
32931CASSIUSWhat enterprise, Popilius?
33031POPILIUSFare you well.
331(stage directions)31Advances to CAESAR
33231BRUTUSWhat said Popilius Lena?
33331CASSIUSHe wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered.
33431BRUTUSLook, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
33531CASSIUSCasca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself.
33631BRUTUSCassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
33731CASSIUSTrebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
338(stage directions)31Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS
33931DECIUS BRUTUSWhere is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
34031BRUTUSHe is address'd: press near and second him.
34131CINNACasca, you are the first that rears your hand.
34231CAESARAre we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his senate must redress?
34331METELLUS CIMBERMost high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat An humble heart,--
344(stage directions)31Kneeling
34531CAESARI must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance and first decree Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished: If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied.
34631METELLUS CIMBERIs there no voice more worthy than my own To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
34731BRUTUSI kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
34831CAESARWhat, Brutus!
34931CASSIUSPardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
35031CASSIUSI could be well moved, if I were as you: If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine, But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion: and that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this; That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, And constant do remain to keep him so.
35131CINNAO Caesar,--
35231CAESARHence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
35331DECIUS BRUTUSGreat Caesar,--
35431CAESARDoth not Brutus bootless kneel?
35531CASCASpeak, hands for me! [CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and] BRUTUS stab CAESAR
35631CAESAREt tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.
357(stage directions)31Dies
35831CINNALiberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
35931CASSIUSSome to the common pulpits, and cry out 'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
36031BRUTUSPeople and senators, be not affrighted; Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
36131CASCAGo to the pulpit, Brutus.
36231DECIUS BRUTUSAnd Cassius too.
36331BRUTUSWhere's Publius?
36431CINNAHere, quite confounded with this mutiny.
36531METELLUS CIMBERStand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's Should chance--
36631BRUTUSTalk not of standing. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
36731CASSIUSAnd leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
36831BRUTUSDo so: and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.
369(stage directions)31Re-enter TREBONIUS
37031CASSIUSWhere is Antony?
37131TREBONIUSFled to his house amazed: Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run As it were doomsday.
37231BRUTUSFates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
37331CASSIUSWhy, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
37431BRUTUSGrant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place, And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'
37531CASSIUSStoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
37631BRUTUSHow many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along No worthier than the dust!
37731CASSIUSSo oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd The men that gave their country liberty.
37831DECIUS BRUTUSWhat, shall we forth?
37931CASSIUSAy, every man away: Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
380(stage directions)31Enter a Servant
38131BRUTUSSoft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
38231SERVANTThus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: Say I love Brutus, and I honour him; Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him, and be resolved How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this untrod state With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
38331BRUTUSThy master is a wise and valiant Roman; I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, Depart untouch'd.
38431SERVANTI'll fetch him presently.
385(stage directions)31Exit
38631BRUTUSI know that we shall have him well to friend.
38731CASSIUSI wish we may: but yet have I a mind That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
38831BRUTUSBut here comes Antony. [Re-enter ANTONY] Welcome, Mark Antony.
38931ANTONYO mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die: No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age.
39031BRUTUSO Antony, beg not your death of us. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As, by our hands and this our present act, You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome-- As fire drives out fire, so pity pity-- Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts Of brothers' temper, do receive you in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
39131CASSIUSYour voice shall be as strong as any man's In the disposing of new dignities.
39231BRUTUSOnly be patient till we have appeased The multitude, beside themselves with fear, And then we will deliver you the cause, Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him, Have thus proceeded.
39331ANTONYI doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer. That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, To see thy thy Anthony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. How like a deer, strucken by many princes, Dost thou here lie!
39431CASSIUSMark Antony,--
39531ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Caesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
39631CASSIUSI blame you not for praising Caesar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
39731ANTONYTherefore I took your hands, but was, indeed, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Friends am I with you all and love you all, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
39831BRUTUSOr else were this a savage spectacle: Our reasons are so full of good regard That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, You should be satisfied.
39931ANTONYThat's all I seek: And am moreover suitor that I may Produce his body to the market-place; And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Speak in the order of his funeral.
40031BRUTUSYou shall, Mark Antony.
40131CASSIUSBrutus, a word with you. [Aside to BRUTUS] You know not what you do: do not consent That Antony speak in his funeral: Know you how much the people may be moved By that which he will utter?
40231BRUTUSBy your pardon; I will myself into the pulpit first, And show the reason of our Caesar's death: What Antony shall speak, I will protest He speaks by leave and by permission, And that we are contented Caesar shall Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
40331CASSIUSI know not what may fall; I like it not.
40431BRUTUSMark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, But speak all good you can devise of Caesar, And say you do't by our permission; Else shall you not have any hand at all About his funeral: and you shall speak In the same pulpit whereto I am going, After my speech is ended.
40531ANTONYBe it so. I do desire no more.
40631BRUTUSPrepare the body then, and follow us.
407(stage directions)31Exeunt all but ANTONY
40831ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! 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 curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. [Enter a Servant] You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
40931SERVANTI do, Mark Antony.
41031ANTONYCaesar did write for him to come to Rome.
41131SERVANTHe did receive his letters, and is coming; And bid me say to you by word of mouth-- O Caesar!--
412(stage directions)31Seeing the body
41331ANTONYThy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy master coming?
41431SERVANTHe lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
41531ANTONYPost back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse Into the market-place: there shall I try In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men; According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand.
416(stage directions)31Exeunt with CAESAR's body
417(stage directions)32Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens
41832CITIZENSWe will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
41932BRUTUSThen follow me, and give me audience, friends. Cassius, go you into the other street, And part the numbers. Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And public reasons shall be rendered Of Caesar's death.
42032FIRST CITIZENI will hear Brutus speak.
42132SECOND CITIZENI will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered. [Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS] goes into the pulpit
42232THIRD CITIZENThe noble Brutus is ascended: silence!
42332BRUTUSBe patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, 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 Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved 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 slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; 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.
42432ALLNone, Brutus, none.
42532BRUTUSThen none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar than you shall 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 CAESAR'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.
42632ALLLive, Brutus! live, live!
42732FIRST CITIZENBring him with triumph home unto his house.
42832SECOND CITIZENGive him a statue with his ancestors.
42932THIRD CITIZENLet him be Caesar.
43032FOURTH CITIZENCaesar's better parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
43132FIRST CITIZENWe'll bring him to his house With shouts and clamours.
43232BRUTUSMy countrymen,--
43332SECOND CITIZENPeace, silence! Brutus speaks.
43432FIRST CITIZENPeace, ho!
43532BRUTUSGood countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony, By our permission, is allow'd to make. I do entreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
436(stage directions)32Exit
43732FIRST CITIZENStay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
43832THIRD CITIZENLet him go up into the public chair; We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
43932ANTONYFor Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
440(stage directions)32Goes into the pulpit
44132FOURTH CITIZENWhat does he say of Brutus?
44232THIRD CITIZENHe says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholding to us all.
44332FOURTH CITIZEN'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
44432FIRST CITIZENThis Caesar was a tyrant.
44532THIRD CITIZENNay, that's certain: We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
44632SECOND CITIZENPeace! let us hear what Antony can say.
44732ANTONYYou gentle Romans,--
44832CITIZENSPeace, ho! let us hear him.
44932ANTONYFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-- For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men-- Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
45032FIRST CITIZENMethinks there is much reason in his sayings.
45132SECOND CITIZENIf thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.
45232THIRD CITIZENHas he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place.
45332FOURTH CITIZENMark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
45432FIRST CITIZENIf it be found so, some will dear abide it.
45532SECOND CITIZENPoor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
45632THIRD CITIZENThere's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
45732FOURTH CITIZENNow mark him, he begins again to speak.
45832ANTONYBut yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there. And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament-- Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read-- And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
45932FOURTH CITIZENWe'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
46032ALLThe will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.
46132ANTONYHave patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
46232FOURTH CITIZENRead the will; we'll hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
46332ANTONYWill you be patient? will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: I fear I wrong the honourable men Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
46432FOURTH CITIZENThey were traitors: honourable men!
46532ALLThe will! the testament!
46632SECOND CITIZENThey were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.
46732ANTONYYou will compel me, then, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
46832SEVERAL CITIZENSCome down.
46932SECOND CITIZENDescend.
47032THIRD CITIZENYou shall have leave.
471(stage directions)32ANTONY comes down
47232FOURTH CITIZENA ring; stand round.
47332FIRST CITIZENStand from the hearse, stand from the body.
47432SECOND CITIZENRoom for Antony, most noble Antony.
47532ANTONYNay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
47632SEVERAL CITIZENSStand back; room; bear back.
47732ANTONYIf you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: See what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
47832FIRST CITIZENO piteous spectacle!
47932SECOND CITIZENO noble Caesar!
48032THIRD CITIZENO woful day!
48132FOURTH CITIZENO traitors, villains!
48232FIRST CITIZENO most bloody sight!
48332SECOND CITIZENWe will be revenged.
48432ALLRevenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live!
48532ANTONYStay, countrymen.
48632FIRST CITIZENPeace there! hear the noble Antony.
48732SECOND CITIZENWe'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
48832ANTONYGood friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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 That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
48932ALLWe'll mutiny.
49032FIRST CITIZENWe'll burn the house of Brutus.
49132THIRD CITIZENAway, then! come, seek the conspirators.
49232ANTONYYet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
49332ALLPeace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!
49432ANTONYWhy, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of.
49532ALLMost true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
49632ANTONYHere is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
49732SECOND CITIZENMost noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
49832THIRD CITIZENO royal Caesar!
49932ANTONYHear me with patience.
50032ALLPeace, ho!
50132ANTONYMoreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
50232FIRST CITIZENNever, never. Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body.
50332SECOND CITIZENGo fetch fire.
50432THIRD CITIZENPluck down benches.
50532FOURTH CITIZENPluck down forms, windows, any thing.
506(stage directions)32Exeunt Citizens with the body
50732ANTONYNow let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! [Enter a Servant] How now, fellow!
50832SERVANTSir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
50932ANTONYWhere is he?
51032SERVANTHe and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
51132ANTONYAnd thither will I straight to visit him: He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.
51232SERVANTI heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
51332ANTONYBelike they had some notice of the people, How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
514(stage directions)32Exeunt
515(stage directions)33Enter CINNA the poet
51633CINNA THE POETI dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar, And things unlucky charge my fantasy: I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth.
517(stage directions)33Enter Citizens
51833FIRST CITIZENWhat is your name?
51933SECOND CITIZENWhither are you going?
52033THIRD CITIZENWhere do you dwell?
52133FOURTH CITIZENAre you a married man or a bachelor?
52233SECOND CITIZENAnswer every man directly.
52333FIRST CITIZENAy, and briefly.
52433FOURTH CITIZENAy, and wisely.
52533THIRD CITIZENAy, and truly, you were best.
52633CINNA THE POETWhat is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
52733SECOND CITIZENThat's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
52833CINNA THE POETDirectly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
52933FIRST CITIZENAs a friend or an enemy?
53033CINNA THE POETAs a friend.
53133SECOND CITIZENThat matter is answered directly.
53233FOURTH CITIZENFor your dwelling,--briefly.
53333CINNA THE POETBriefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
53433THIRD CITIZENYour name, sir, truly.
53533CINNA THE POETTruly, my name is Cinna.
53633FIRST CITIZENTear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.
53733CINNA THE POETI am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
53833FOURTH CITIZENTear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
53933CINNA THE POETI am not Cinna the conspirator.
54033FOURTH CITIZENIt is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
54133THIRD CITIZENTear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands: to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!
542(stage directions)33Exeunt
543(stage directions)41ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table
54441ANTONYThese many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
54541OCTAVIUSYour brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?
54641LEPIDUSI do consent--
54741OCTAVIUSPrick him down, Antony.
54841LEPIDUSUpon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
54941ANTONYHe shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies.
55041LEPIDUSWhat, shall I find you here?
55141OCTAVIUSOr here, or at the Capitol.
552(stage directions)41Exit LEPIDUS
55341ANTONYThis is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it?
55441OCTAVIUSSo you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.
55541ANTONYOctavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears, And graze in commons.
55641OCTAVIUSYou may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
55741ANTONYSo is my horse, Octavius; and for that I do appoint him store of provender: It is a creature that I teach to fight, To wind, to stop, to run directly on, His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth; A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds On abjects, orts and imitations, Which, out of use and staled by other men, Begin his fashion: do not talk of him, But as a property. And now, Octavius, Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius Are levying powers: we must straight make head: Therefore let our alliance be combined, Our best friends made, our means stretch'd And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclosed, And open perils surest answered.
55841OCTAVIUSLet us do so: for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs.
559(stage directions)41Exeunt [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and] Soldiers; Tintinius and PINDARUS meeting them
56042BRUTUSStand, ho!
56142LUCILIUSGive the word, ho! and stand.
56242BRUTUSWhat now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
56342LUCILIUSHe is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.
56442BRUTUSHe greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.
56542PINDARUSI do not doubt But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
56642BRUTUSHe is not doubted. A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolved.
56742LUCILIUSWith courtesy and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath used of old.
56842BRUTUSThou hast described A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
56942LUCILIUSThey mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.
57042BRUTUSHark! he is arrived. [Low march within] March gently on to meet him.
571(stage directions)42Enter CASSIUS and his powers
57242CASSIUSStand, ho!
57342BRUTUSStand, ho! Speak the word along.
57442FIRST SOLDIERStand!
57542SECOND SOLDIERStand!
57642THIRD SOLDIERStand!
57742CASSIUSMost noble brother, you have done me wrong.
57842BRUTUSJudge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
57942CASSIUSBrutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them--
58042BRUTUSCassius, be content. Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle: bid them move away; Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience.
58142CASSIUSPindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground.
58242BRUTUSLucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Tintinius guard our door.
583(stage directions)42Exeunt
584(stage directions)43Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS
58543CASSIUSThat you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
58643BRUTUSYou wronged yourself to write in such a case.
58743CASSIUSIn such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.
58843BRUTUSLet me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.
58943CASSIUSI an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
59043BRUTUSThe name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
59143CASSIUSChastisement!
59243BRUTUSRemember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
59343CASSIUSBrutus, bay not me; I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, Older in practise, abler than yourself To make conditions.
59443BRUTUSGo to; you are not, Cassius.
59543CASSIUSI am.
59643BRUTUSI say you are not.
59743CASSIUSUrge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
59843BRUTUSAway, slight man!
59943CASSIUSIs't possible?
60043BRUTUSHear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
60143CASSIUSO ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
60243BRUTUSAll this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
60343CASSIUSIs it come to this?
60443BRUTUSYou say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
60543CASSIUSYou wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say 'better'?
60643BRUTUSIf you did, I care not.
60743CASSIUSWhen Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
60843BRUTUSPeace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
60943CASSIUSI durst not!
61043BRUTUSNo.
61143CASSIUSWhat, durst not tempt him!
61243BRUTUSFor your life you durst not!
61343CASSIUSDo not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for.
61443BRUTUSYou have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
61543CASSIUSI denied you not.
61643BRUTUSYou did.
61743CASSIUSI did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
61843BRUTUSI do not, till you practise them on me.
61943CASSIUSYou love me not.
62043BRUTUSI do not like your faults.
62143CASSIUSA friendly eye could never see such faults.
62243BRUTUSA flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
62343CASSIUSCome, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world; Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
62443BRUTUSSheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
62543CASSIUSHath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
62643BRUTUSWhen I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
62743CASSIUSDo you confess so much? Give me your hand.
62843BRUTUSAnd my heart too.
62943CASSIUSO Brutus!
63043BRUTUSWhat's the matter?
63143CASSIUSHave not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?
63243BRUTUSYes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
63343POET[Within Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone.
63443LUCILIUS[Within You shall not come to them.
63543POET[Within Nothing but death shall stay me.
636(stage directions)43Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, Tintinius, and LUCIUS
63743CASSIUSHow now! what's the matter?
63843POETFor shame, you generals! what do you mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
63943CASSIUSHa, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
64043BRUTUSGet you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
64143CASSIUSBear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
64243BRUTUSI'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Companion, hence!
64343CASSIUSAway, away, be gone.
644(stage directions)43Exit Poet
64543BRUTUSLucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
64643CASSIUSAnd come yourselves, and bring Messala with you Immediately to us.
647(stage directions)43Exeunt LUCILIUS and Tintinius
64843BRUTUSLucius, a bowl of wine!
649(stage directions)43Exit LUCIUS
65043CASSIUSI did not think you could have been so angry.
65143BRUTUSO Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
65243CASSIUSOf your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.
65343BRUTUSNo man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
65443CASSIUSHa! Portia!
65543BRUTUSShe is dead.
65643CASSIUSHow 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so? O insupportable and touching loss! Upon what sickness?
65743BRUTUSImpatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death That tidings came;--with this she fell distract, And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
65843CASSIUSAnd died so?
65943BRUTUSEven so.
66043CASSIUSO ye immortal gods!
661(stage directions)43Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper
66243BRUTUSSpeak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
66343CASSIUSMy heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
66443BRUTUSCome in, Tintinius! [Exit LUCIUS] [Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA] Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities.
66543CASSIUSPortia, art thou gone?
66643BRUTUSNo more, I pray you. Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
66743MESSALAMyself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
66843BRUTUSWith what addition?
66943MESSALAThat by proscription and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators.
67043BRUTUSTherein our letters do not well agree; Mine speak of seventy senators that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
67143CASSIUSCicero one!
67243MESSALACicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
67343BRUTUSNo, Messala.
67443MESSALANor nothing in your letters writ of her?
67543BRUTUSNothing, Messala.
67643MESSALAThat, methinks, is strange.
67743BRUTUSWhy ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
67843MESSALANo, my lord.
67943BRUTUSNow, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
68043MESSALAThen like a Roman bear the truth I tell: For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
68143BRUTUSWhy, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.
68243MESSALAEven so great men great losses should endure.
68343CASSIUSI have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so.
68443BRUTUSWell, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently?
68543CASSIUSI do not think it good.
68643BRUTUSYour reason?
68743CASSIUSThis it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
68843BRUTUSGood reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forced affection; For they have grudged us contribution: The enemy, marching along by them, By them shall make a fuller number up, Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged; From which advantage shall we cut him off, If at Philippi we do face him there, These people at our back.
68943CASSIUSHear me, good brother.
69043BRUTUSUnder your pardon. You must note beside, That we have tried the utmost of our friends, Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe: The enemy increaseth every day; We, at the height, are ready to decline. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
69143CASSIUSThen, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
69243BRUTUSThe deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?
69343CASSIUSNo more. Good night: Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
69443BRUTUSLucius! [Enter LUCIUS] My gown. [Exit LUCIUS] Farewell, good Messala: Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose.
69543CASSIUSO my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.
69643BRUTUSEvery thing is well.
69743CASSIUSGood night, my lord.
69843BRUTUSGood night, good brother.
69943TINTINIUS[with MESSALA] Good night, Lord Brutus.
70043BRUTUSFarewell, every one. [Exeunt all but BRUTUS] [Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown] Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
70143LUCIUSHere in the tent.
70243BRUTUSWhat, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Call Claudius and some other of my men: I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
70343LUCIUSVarro and Claudius!
704(stage directions)43Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS
70543VARROCalls my lord?
70643BRUTUSI pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius.
70743VARROSo please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
70843BRUTUSI will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown.
709(stage directions)43VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down
71043LUCIUSI was sure your lordship did not give it me.
71143BRUTUSBear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
71243LUCIUSAy, my lord, an't please you.
71343BRUTUSIt does, my boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
71443LUCIUSIt is my duty, sir.
71543BRUTUSI should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
71643LUCIUSI have slept, my lord, already.
71743BRUTUSIt was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song] This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber, Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee: If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [Enter the Ghost of CAESAR] How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art.
71843CAESARThy evil spirit, Brutus.
71943BRUTUSWhy comest thou?
72043CAESARTo tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
72143BRUTUSWell; then I shall see thee again?
72243CAESARAy, at Philippi.
72343BRUTUSWhy, I will see thee at Philippi, then. [Exit Ghost] Now I have taken heart thou vanishest: Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
72443LUCIUSThe strings, my lord, are false.
72543BRUTUSHe thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake!
72643LUCIUSMy lord?
72743BRUTUSDidst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
72843LUCIUSMy lord, I do not know that I did cry.
72943BRUTUSYes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
73043LUCIUSNothing, my lord.
73143BRUTUSSleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius! [To VARRO] Fellow thou, awake!
73243VARROMy lord?
73343CLAUDIUSMy lord?
73443BRUTUSWhy did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
73543VARRO[with Claudius] Did we, my lord?
73643BRUTUSAy: saw you any thing?
73743VARRONo, my lord, I saw nothing.
73843CLAUDIUSNor I, my lord.
73943BRUTUSGo and commend me to my brother Cassius; Bid him set on his powers betimes before, And we will follow.
74043VARRO[with Claudius] It shall be done, my lord.
741(stage directions)43[Exeunt]
742(stage directions)51Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army
74351OCTAVIUSNow, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so: their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.
74451ANTONYTut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage; But 'tis not so.
745(stage directions)51Enter a Messenger
74651MESSENGERPrepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.
74751ANTONYOctavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field.
74851OCTAVIUSUpon the right hand I; keep thou the left.
74951ANTONYWhy do you cross me in this exigent?
75051OCTAVIUSI do not cross you; but I will do so. [March] [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;] LUCILIUS, Tintinius, MESSALA, and others
75151BRUTUSThey stand, and would have parley.
75251CASSIUSStand fast, Tintinius: we must out and talk.
75351OCTAVIUSMark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
75451ANTONYNo, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth; the generals would have some words.
75551OCTAVIUSStir not until the signal.
75651BRUTUSWords before blows: is it so, countrymen?
75751OCTAVIUSNot that we love words better, as you do.
75851BRUTUSGood words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
75951ANTONYIn your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
76051CASSIUSAntony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
76151ANTONYNot stingless too.
76251BRUTUSO, yes, and soundless too; For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting.
76351ANTONYVillains, you did not so, when your vile daggers Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds, And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
76451CASSIUSFlatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself: This tongue had not offended so to-day, If Cassius might have ruled.
76551OCTAVIUSCome, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look; I draw a sword against conspirators; When think you that the sword goes up again? Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds Be well avenged; or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
76651BRUTUSCaesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
76751OCTAVIUSSo I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
76851BRUTUSO, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
76951CASSIUSA peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, Join'd with a masker and a reveller!
77051ANTONYOld Cassius still!
77151OCTAVIUSCome, Antony, away! Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth: If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.
772(stage directions)51Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army
77351CASSIUSWhy, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
77451BRUTUSHo, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
77551LUCILIUS[Standing forth. My lord?
776(stage directions)51BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart
77751CASSIUSMessala!
77851MESSALA[Standing forth What says my general?
77951CASSIUSMessala, This is my birth-day; as this very day Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Be thou my witness that against my will, As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set Upon one battle all our liberties. You know that I held Epicurus strong And his opinion: now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd, Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; Who to Philippi here consorted us: This morning are they fled away and gone; And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites, Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem A canopy most fatal, under which Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
78051MESSALABelieve not so.
78151CASSIUSI but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit and resolved To meet all perils very constantly.
78251BRUTUSEven so, Lucilius.
78351CASSIUSNow, most noble Brutus, The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may, Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! But since the affairs of men rest still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this battle, then is this The very last time we shall speak together: What are you then determined to do?
78451BRUTUSEven by the rule of that philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did give himself, I know not how, But I do find it cowardly and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life: arming myself with patience To stay the providence of some high powers That govern us below.
78551CASSIUSThen, if we lose this battle, You are contented to be led in triumph Thorough the streets of Rome?
78651BRUTUSNo, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
78751CASSIUSFor ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
78851BRUTUSWhy, then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it sufficeth that the day will end, And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
789(stage directions)51Exeunt
790(stage directions)52Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA
79152BRUTUSRide, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills Unto the legions on the other side. [Loud alarum] Let them set on at once; for I perceive But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing, And sudden push gives them the overthrow. Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
792(stage directions)52Exeunt
793(stage directions)53Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and Tintinius
79453CASSIUSO, look, Tintinius, look, the villains fly! Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy: This ensign here of mine was turning back; I slew the coward, and did take it from him.
79553TINTINIUSO Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early; Who, having some advantage on Octavius, Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
796(stage directions)53Enter PINDARUS
79753PINDARUSFly further off, my lord, fly further off; Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
79853CASSIUSThis hill is far enough. Look, look, Tintinius; Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
79953TINTINIUSThey are, my lord.
80053CASSIUSTintinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops, And here again; that I may rest assured Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
80153TINTINIUSI will be here again, even with a thought.
802(stage directions)53Exit
80353CASSIUSGo, Pindarus, get higher on that hill; My sight was ever thick; regard Tintinius, And tell me what thou notest about the field. [PINDARUS ascends the hill] This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?
80453PINDARUS[Above O my lord!
80553CASSIUSWhat news?
80653PINDARUS[Above Tintinius is enclosed round about With horsemen, that make to him on the spur; Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him. Now, Tintinius! Now some light. O, he lights too. He's ta'en. [Shout] And, hark! they shout for joy.
80753CASSIUSCome down, behold no more. O, coward that I am, to live so long, To see my best friend ta'en before my face! [PINDARUS descends] Come hither, sirrah: In Parthia did I take thee prisoner; And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, That whatsoever I did bid thee do, Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath; Now be a freeman: and with this good sword, That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now, Guide thou the sword. [PINDARUS stabs him] Caesar, thou art revenged, Even with the sword that kill'd thee.
808(stage directions)53Dies
80953PINDARUSSo, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durst I have done my will. O Cassius, Far from this country Pindarus shall run, Where never Roman shall take note of him.
810(stage directions)53Exit
811(stage directions)53Re-enter Tintinius with MESSALA
81253MESSALAIt is but change, Tintinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power, As Cassius' legions are by Antony.
81353TINTINIUSThese tidings will well comfort Cassius.
81453MESSALAWhere did you leave him?
81553TINTINIUSAll disconsolate, With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
81653MESSALAIs not that he that lies upon the ground?
81753TINTINIUSHe lies not like the living. O my heart!
81853MESSALAIs not that he?
81953TINTINIUSNo, this was he, Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting sun, As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night, So in his red blood Cassius' day is set; The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone; Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done! Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
82053MESSALAMistrust of good success hath done this deed. O hateful error, melancholy's child, Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error, soon conceived, Thou never comest unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!
82153TINTINIUSWhat, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?
82253MESSALASeek him, Tintinius, whilst I go to meet The noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it; For piercing steel and darts envenomed Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus As tidings of this sight.
82353TINTINIUSHie you, Messala, And I will seek for Pindarus the while. [Exit MESSALA] Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius? Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they Put on my brows this wreath of victory, And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts? Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow; Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace, And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part Come, Cassius' sword, and find Tintinius' heart. [Kills himself] [Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO,] STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS
82453BRUTUSWhere, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
82553MESSALALo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.
82653BRUTUSTintinius' face is upward.
82753CATOHe is slain.
82853BRUTUSO Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.
829(stage directions)53Low alarums
83053CATOBrave Tintinius! Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!
83153BRUTUSAre yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: His funerals shall not be in our camp, Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come; And come, young Cato; let us to the field. Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on: 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night We shall try fortune in a second fight.
832(stage directions)53Exeunt [Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies;] then BRUTUS, CATO, LUCILIUS, and others
83354BRUTUSYet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
83454CATOWhat bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaim my name about the field: I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho! A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend; I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
83554BRUTUSAnd I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
836(stage directions)54Exit
83754LUCILIUSO young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou diest as bravely as Tintinius; And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.
83854FIRST SOLDIERYield, or thou diest.
83954LUCILIUSOnly I yield to die: There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; [Offering money] Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
84054FIRST SOLDIERWe must not. A noble prisoner!
84154SECOND SOLDIERRoom, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
84254FIRST SOLDIERI'll tell the news. Here comes the general. [Enter ANTONY] Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.
84354ANTONYWhere is he?
84454LUCILIUSSafe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee that no enemy Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus: The gods defend him from so great a shame! When you do find him, or alive or dead, He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
84554ANTONYThis is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you, A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, And see whether Brutus be alive or dead; And bring us word unto Octavius' tent How every thing is chanced.
846(stage directions)54Exeunt [Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and] VOLUMNIUS
84755BRUTUSCome, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
84855CLITUSStatilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord, He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.
84955BRUTUSSit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
850(stage directions)55Whispers
85155CLITUSWhat, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
85255BRUTUSPeace then! no words.
85355CLITUSI'll rather kill myself.
85455BRUTUSHark thee, Dardanius.
855(stage directions)55Whispers
85655DARDANIUSShall I do such a deed?
85755CLITUSO Dardanius!
85855DARDANIUSO Clitus!
85955CLITUSWhat ill request did Brutus make to thee?
86055DARDANIUSTo kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
86155CLITUSNow is that noble vessel full of grief, That it runs over even at his eyes.
86255BRUTUSCome hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
86355VOLUMNIUSWhat says my lord?
86455BRUTUSWhy, this, Volumnius: The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two several times by night; at Sardis once, And, this last night, here in Philippi fields: I know my hour is come.
86555VOLUMNIUSNot so, my lord.
86655BRUTUSNay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes; Our enemies have beat us to the pit: [Low alarums] It is more worthy to leap in ourselves, Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius, Thou know'st that we two went to school together: Even for that our love of old, I prithee, Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.
86755VOLUMNIUSThat's not an office for a friend, my lord.
868(stage directions)55Alarum still
86955CLITUSFly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.
87055BRUTUSFarewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep; Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue Hath almost ended his life's history: Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
871(stage directions)55Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'
87255CLITUSFly, my lord, fly.
87355BRUTUSHence! I will follow. [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS] I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face, While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
87455STRATOGive me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
87555BRUTUSFarewell, good Strato. [Runs on his sword] Caesar, now be still: I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. [Dies] [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,] LUCILIUS, and the army
87655OCTAVIUSWhat man is that?
87755MESSALAMy master's man. Strato, where is thy master?
87855STRATOFree from the bondage you are in, Messala: The conquerors can but make a fire of him; For Brutus only overcame himself, And no man else hath honour by his death.
87955LUCILIUSSo Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus, That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.
88055OCTAVIUSAll that served Brutus, I will entertain them. Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
88155STRATOAy, if Messala will prefer me to you.
88255OCTAVIUSDo so, good Messala.
88355MESSALAHow died my master, Strato?
88455STRATOI held the sword, and he did run on it.
88555MESSALAOctavius, then take him to follow thee, That did the latest service to my master.
88655ANTONYThis was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
88755OCTAVIUSAccording to his virtue let us use him, With all respect and rites of burial. Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie, Most like a soldier, order'd honourably. So call the field to rest; and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day.
888(stage directions)55Exeunt