| CAESAR |
(To the Soothsayer)The ides of March are come |
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| Soothsayer |
Ay, Caesar; but not gone. |
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| ARTEMIDORUS |
Hail, Caesar! read this schedule. |
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| DECIUS BRUTUS |
Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread, |
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At your best leisure, this his humble suit. |
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| ARTEMIDORUS |
O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit |
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That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar. |
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| CAESAR |
What touches us ourself shall be last served. |
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| ARTEMIDORUS |
Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly. |
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| CAESAR |
What, is the fellow mad? |
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| PUBLIUS |
Sirrah, give place. |
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| CASSIUS |
What, urge you your petitions in the street? |
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Come to the Capitol. |
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CAESAR goes up to the Senate–House, the rest following |
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| POPILIUS |
I wish your enterprise to–day may thrive. |
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| CASSIUS |
What enterprise, Popilius? |
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| POPILIUS |
Fare you well. |
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[Advances to CAESAR.] |
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| BRUTUS |
What said Popilius Lena? |
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| CASSIUS |
He wish'd to–day our enterprise might thrive. |
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I fear our purpose is discovered. |
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| BRUTUS |
Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him. |
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| CASSIUS |
Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. |
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Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, |
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Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, |
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For I will slay myself. |
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| BRUTUS |
Cassius, be constant: |
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Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; |
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For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. |
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| CASSIUS |
Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus. |
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He draws Mark Antony out of the way. |
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[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS.] |
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| DECIUS BRUTUS |
Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, |
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And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. |
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| BRUTUS |
He is address'd: press near and second him. |
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| CINNA |
Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. |
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| CAESAR |
Are we all ready? What is now amiss |
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That Caesar and his senate must redress? |
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| METELLUS CIMBER |
Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, |
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Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat |
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An humble heart,–– |
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[Kneeling] |
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| CAESAR |
I must prevent thee, Cimber. |
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These couchings and these lowly courtesies |
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Might fire the blood of ordinary men, |
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And turn pre–ordinance and first decree |
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Into the law of children. Be not fond, |
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To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood |
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That will be thaw'd from the true quality |
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With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words, |
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Low–crooked court'sies and base spaniel–fawning. |
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Thy brother by decree is banished: |
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If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him, |
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I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. |
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Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause |
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Will he be satisfied. |
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| METELLUS CIMBER |
Is there no voice more worthy than my own |
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To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear |
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For the repealing of my banish'd brother? |
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| BRUTUS |
I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar; |
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Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may |
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Have an immediate freedom of repeal. |
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| CAESAR |
What, Brutus! |
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| CASSIUS |
Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: |
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As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, |
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To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. |
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| CASSIUS |
I could be well moved, if I were as you: |
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If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: |
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But I am constant as the northern star, |
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Of whose true–fix'd and resting quality |
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There is no fellow in the firmament. |
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The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, |
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They are all fire and every one doth shine, |
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But there's but one in all doth hold his place: |
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So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men, |
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And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; |
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Yet in the number I do know but one |
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That unassailable holds on his rank, |
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Unshaked of motion: and that I am he, |
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Let me a little show it, even in this; |
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That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd, |
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And constant do remain to keep him so. |
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| CINNA |
O Caesar,–– |
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| CAESAR |
Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? |
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| DECIUS BRUTUS |
Great Caesar,–– |
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| CAESAR |
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? |
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| CASCA |
Speak, hands for me! |
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[CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR]
| CAESAR |
Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar! |
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[Dies] |
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| CINNA |
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! |
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Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. |
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| CASSIUS |
Some to the common pulpits, and cry out |
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Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!' |
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| BRUTUS |
People and senators, be not affrighted; |
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Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid. |
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| CASCA |
Go to the pulpit, Brutus. |
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| DECIUS BRUTUS |
And Cassius too. |
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| BRUTUS |
Where's Publius? |
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| CINNA |
Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. |
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| METELLUS CIMBER |
Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's |
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Should chance–– |
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| BRUTUS |
Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer; |
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There is no harm intended to your person, |
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Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. |
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| CASSIUS |
And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, |
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Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. |
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| BRUTUS |
Do so: and let no man abide this deed, |
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But we the doers. |
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Re–enter TREBONIUS. |
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| CASSIUS |
Where is Antony? |
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| TREBONIUS |
Fled to his house amazed: |
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Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run |
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As it were doomsday. |
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| BRUTUS |
Fates, we will know your pleasures: |
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That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time |
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And drawing days out, that men stand upon. |
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| CASSIUS |
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life |
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Cuts off so many years of fearing death. |
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| BRUTUS |
Grant that, and then is death a benefit: |
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So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged |
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His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, |
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And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood |
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Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: |
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Then walk we forth, even to the market–place, |
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And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, |
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Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!' |
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| CASSIUS |
Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence |
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Shall this our lofty scene be acted over |
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In states unborn and accents yet unknown! |
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| BRUTUS |
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, |
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That now on Pompey's basis lies along |
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No worthier than the dust! |
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| CASSIUS |
So oft as that shall be, |
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So often shall the knot of us be call'd |
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The men that gave their country liberty. |
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| DECIUS BRUTUS |
What, shall we forth? |
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| CASSIUS |
Ay, every man away: |
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Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels |
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With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. |
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Enter a Servant. |
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| BRUTUS |
Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's. |
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| Servant |
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: |
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Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down; |
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And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: |
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Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; |
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Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving: |
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Say I love Brutus, and I honour him; |
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Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him. |
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If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony |
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May safely come to him, and be resolved |
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How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, |
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Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead |
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So well as Brutus living; but will follow |
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The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus |
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Thorough the hazards of this untrod state |
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With all true faith. So says my master Antony. |
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| BRUTUS |
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; |
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I never thought him worse. |
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Tell him, so please him come unto this place, |
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He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour, |
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Depart untouch'd. |
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| Servant |
I'll fetch him presently. |
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Exit |
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| BRUTUS |
I know that we shall have him well to friend. |
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| CASSIUS |
I wish we may: but yet have I a mind |
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That fears him much; and my misgiving still |
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Falls shrewdly to the purpose. |
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| BRUTUS |
But here comes Antony. |
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Re–enter ANTONY. |
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Welcome, Mark Antony. |
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| ANTONY |
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? |
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Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, |
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Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. |
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I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, |
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Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: |
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If I myself, there is no hour so fit |
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As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument |
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Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich |
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With the most noble blood of all this world. |
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I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, |
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Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, |
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Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, |
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I shall not find myself so apt to die: |
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No place will please me so, no mean of death, |
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As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, |
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The choice and master spirits of this age. |
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| BRUTUS |
O Antony, beg not your death of us. |
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Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, |
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As, by our hands and this our present act, |
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You see we do, yet see you but our hands |
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And this the bleeding business they have done: |
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Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; |
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And pity to the general wrong of Rome–– |
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As fire drives out fire, so pity pity–– |
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Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part, |
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To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: |
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Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts |
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Of brothers' temper, do receive you in |
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With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. |
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| CASSIUS |
Your voice shall be as strong as any man's |
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In the disposing of new dignities. |
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| BRUTUS |
Only be patient till we have appeased |
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The multitude, beside themselves with fear, |
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And then we will deliver you the cause, |
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Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him, |
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Have thus proceeded. |
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| ANTONY |
I doubt not of your wisdom. |
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Let each man render me his bloody hand: |
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First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; |
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Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; |
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Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; |
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Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; |
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Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. |
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Gentlemen all,––alas, what shall I say? |
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My credit now stands on such slippery ground, |
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That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, |
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Either a coward or a flatterer. |
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That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: |
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If then thy spirit look upon us now, |
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Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, |
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To see thy thy Anthony making his peace, |
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Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, |
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Most noble! in the presence of thy corse? |
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Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, |
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Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, |
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It would become me better than to close |
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In terms of friendship with thine enemies. |
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Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; |
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Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, |
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Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. |
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O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; |
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And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. |
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How like a deer, strucken by many princes, |
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Dost thou here lie! |
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| CASSIUS |
Mark Antony,–– |
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| ANTONY |
Pardon me, Caius Cassius: |
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The enemies of Caesar shall say this; |
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Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. |
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| CASSIUS |
I blame you not for praising Caesar so; |
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But what compact mean you to have with us? |
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Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; |
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Or shall we on, and not depend on you? |
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| ANTONY |
Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed, |
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Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. |
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Friends am I with you all and love you all, |
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Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons |
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Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous. |
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| BRUTUS |
Or else were this a savage spectacle: |
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Our reasons are so full of good regard |
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That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar, |
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You should be satisfied. |
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| ANTONY |
That's all I seek: |
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And am moreover suitor that I may |
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Produce his body to the market–place; |
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And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, |
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Speak in the order of his funeral. |
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| BRUTUS |
You shall, Mark Antony. |
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| CASSIUS |
Brutus, a word with you. |
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Aside to BRUTUS. |
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You know not what you do: do not consent |
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That Antony speak in his funeral: |
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Know you how much the people may be moved |
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By that which he will utter? |
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| BRUTUS |
By your pardon; |
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I will myself into the pulpit first, |
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And show the reason of our Caesar's death: |
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What Antony shall speak, I will protest |
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He speaks by leave and by permission, |
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And that we are contented Caesar shall |
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Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. |
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It shall advantage more than do us wrong. |
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| CASSIUS |
I know not what may fall; I like it not. |
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| BRUTUS |
Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body. |
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You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, |
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But speak all good you can devise of Caesar, |
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And say you do't by our permission; |
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Else shall you not have any hand at all |
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About his funeral: and you shall speak |
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In the same pulpit whereto I am going, |
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After my speech is ended. |
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| ANTONY |
Be it so. |
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I do desire no more. |
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| BRUTUS |
Prepare the body then, and follow us. |
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[Exeunt all but ANTONY.] |
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| ANTONY |
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, |
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That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! |
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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man |
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That ever lived in the tide of times. |
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Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! |
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Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,–– |
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Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, |
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To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue–– |
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A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; |
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Domestic fury and fierce civil strife |
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Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; |
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Blood and destruction shall be so in use |
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And dreadful objects so familiar |
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That mothers shall but smile when they behold |
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Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; |
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All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: |
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And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, |
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With Ate by his side come hot from hell, |
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Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice |
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Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; |
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That this foul deed shall smell above the earth |
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With carrion men, groaning for burial. |
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Enter a Servant. |
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You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not? |
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| Servant |
I do, Mark Antony. |
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| ANTONY |
Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. |
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| Servant |
He did receive his letters, and is coming; |
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And bid me say to you by word of mouth–– |
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O Caesar!–– |
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[Seeing the body.] |
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| ANTONY |
Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. |
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Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, |
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Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, |
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Began to water. Is thy master coming? |
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| Servant |
He lies to–night within seven leagues of Rome. |
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| ANTONY |
Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: |
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Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, |
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No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; |
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Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile; |
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Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse |
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Into the market–place: there shall I try |
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In my oration, how the people take |
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The cruel issue of these bloody men; |
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According to the which, thou shalt discourse |
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To young Octavius of the state of things. |
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Lend me your hand. |
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Exeunt with CAESAR's body. |
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