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<div0 type="act" n="1">
<head>ACT IA</head>
<div1 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I. Rome. A street.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and certain Commoners<move type="entrance"
who="FLAVIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="FLAVIUS">
<speaker>FLAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:</l>
<l>Is this a holiday? what! know you not,</l>
<l>Being mechanical, you ought not walk</l>
<l>Upon a labouring day without the sign</l>
<l>Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Commoner">
<speaker>First Commoner</speaker>
<l>Why, sir, a carpenter.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?</l>
<l>What dost thou with thy best apparel on?</l>
<l>You, sir, what trade are you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but,</l>
<l>as you would say, a cobbler.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>But what trade art thou? answer me directly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe</l>
<l>conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,</l>
<l>if you be out, sir, I can mend you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>What meanest thou by that? mend me, thou saucy fellow!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>Why, sir, cobble you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="FLAVIUS">
<speaker>FLAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Thou art a cobbler, art thou?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I</l>
<l>meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's</l>
<l>matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon</l>
<l>to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I</l>
<l>recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon</l>
<l>neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="FLAVIUS">
<speaker>FLAVIUS</speaker>
<l>But wherefore art not in thy shop today?</l>
<l>Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Commoner">
<speaker>Second Commoner</speaker>
<l>Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself</l>
<l>into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday,</l>
<l>to see Caesar and to rejoice in his triumph.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?</l>
<l>What tributaries follow him to Rome,</l>
<l>To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?</l>
<l>You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!</l>
<l>O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,</l>
<l>Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft</l>
<l>Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,</l>
<l>To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,</l>
<l>Your infants in your arms, and there have sat</l>
<l>The livelong day, with patient expectation,</l>
<l>To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:</l>
<l>And when you saw his chariot but appear,</l>
<l>Have you not made an universal shout,</l>
<l>That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,</l>
<l>To hear the replication of your sounds</l>
<l>Made in her concave shores?</l>
<l>And do you now put on your best attire?</l>
<l>And do you now cull out a holiday?</l>
<l>And do you now strew flowers in his way</l>
<l>That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone!</l>
<l>Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,</l>
<l>Pray to the gods to intermit the plague</l>
<l>That needs must light on this ingratitude.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="FLAVIUS">
<speaker>FLAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,</l>
<l>Assemble all the poor men of your sort;</l>
<l>Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears</l>
<l>Into the channel, till the lowest stream</l>
<l>Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.</l>
<l>See whether their basest metal be not moved;</l>
<l>They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.</l>
<l>Go you down that way towards the Capitol;</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt all the Commoners</stage>
<sp who="This way will I">
<speaker>This way will I</speaker>
<l>disrobe the images,</l>
<l>If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MARULLUS">
<speaker>MARULLUS</speaker>
<l>May we do so?</l>
<l>You know it is the feast of Lupercal.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="FLAVIUS">
<speaker>FLAVIUS</speaker>
<l>It is no matter; let no images</l>
<l>Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about,</l>
<l>And drive away the vulgar from the streets:</l>
<l>So do you too, where you perceive them thick.</l>
<l>These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing</l>
<l>Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,</l>
<l>Who else would soar above the view of men</l>
<l>And keep us all in servile fearfulness.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II. A public place.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA,
DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a
Soothsayer<move type="entrance" who="CAESAR"/></stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Calpurnia!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Calpurnia!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>Here, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Stand you directly in Antonius' way,</l>
<l>When he doth run his course. Antonius!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Caesar, my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,</l>
<l>To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,</l>
<l>The barren, touched in this holy chase,</l>
<l>Shake off their sterile curse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>I shall remember:</l>
<l>When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Set on; and leave no ceremony out.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Flourish</stage>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>Caesar!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Ha! who calls?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Who is it in the press that calls on me?</l>
<l>I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,</l>
<l>Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>Beware the ides of March.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What man is that?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Set him before me; let me see his face.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>Beware the ides of March.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Will you go see the order of the course?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Not I.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I pray you, do.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I am not gamesome: I do lack some part</l>
<l>Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.</l>
<l>Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;</l>
<l>I'll leave you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Brutus, I do observe you now of late:</l>
<l>I have not from your eyes that gentleness</l>
<l>And show of love as I was wont to have:</l>
<l>You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand</l>
<l>Over your friend that loves you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Cassius,</l>
<l>Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,</l>
<l>I turn the trouble of my countenance</l>
<l>Merely upon myself. Vexed I am</l>
<l>Of late with passions of some difference,</l>
<l>Conceptions only proper to myself,</l>
<l>Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;</l>
<l>But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--</l>
<l>Among which number, Cassius, be you one--</l>
<l>Nor construe any further my neglect,</l>
<l>Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,</l>
<l>Forgets the shows of love to other men.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;</l>
<l>By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried</l>
<l>Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.</l>
<l>Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,</l>
<l>But by reflection, by some other things.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>'Tis just:</l>
<l>And it is very much lamented, Brutus,</l>
<l>That you have no such mirrors as will turn</l>
<l>Your hidden worthiness into your eye,</l>
<l>That you might see your shadow. I have heard,</l>
<l>Where many of the best respect in Rome,</l>
<l>Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus</l>
<l>And groaning underneath this age's yoke,</l>
<l>Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,</l>
<l>That you would have me seek into myself</l>
<l>For that which is not in me?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:</l>
<l>And since you know you cannot see yourself</l>
<l>So well as by reflection, I, your glass,</l>
<l>Will modestly discover to yourself</l>
<l>That of yourself which you yet know not of.</l>
<l>And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:</l>
<l>Were I a common laugher, or did use</l>
<l>To stale with ordinary oaths my love</l>
<l>To every new protester; if you know</l>
<l>That I do fawn on men and hug them hard</l>
<l>And after scandal them, or if you know</l>
<l>That I profess myself in banqueting</l>
<l>To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Flourish, and shout</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What means this shouting? I do fear, the people</l>
<l>Choose Caesar for their king.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Ay, do you fear it?</l>
<l>Then must I think you would not have it so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.</l>
<l>But wherefore do you hold me here so long?</l>
<l>What is it that you would impart to me?</l>
<l>If it be aught toward the general good,</l>
<l>Set honour in one eye and death i' the other,</l>
<l>And I will look on both indifferently,</l>
<l>For let the gods so speed me as I love</l>
<l>The name of honour more than I fear death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,</l>
<l>As well as I do know your outward favour.</l>
<l>Well, honour is the subject of my story.</l>
<l>I cannot tell what you and other men</l>
<l>Think of this life; but, for my single self,</l>
<l>I had as lief not be as live to be</l>
<l>In awe of such a thing as I myself.</l>
<l>I was born free as Caesar; so were you:</l>
<l>We both have fed as well, and we can both</l>
<l>Endure the winter's cold as well as he:</l>
<l>For once, upon a raw and gusty day,</l>
<l>The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,</l>
<l>Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now</l>
<l>Leap in with me into this angry flood,</l>
<l>And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,</l>
<l>Accoutred as I was, I plunged in</l>
<l>And bade him follow; so indeed he did.</l>
<l>The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it</l>
<l>With lusty sinews, throwing it aside</l>
<l>And stemming it with hearts of controversy;</l>
<l>But ere we could arrive the point proposed,</l>
<l>Caesar cried 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!'</l>
<l>I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,</l>
<l>Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder</l>
<l>The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber</l>
<l>Did I the tired Caesar. And this man</l>
<l>Is now become a god, and Cassius is</l>
<l>A wretched creature and must bend his body,</l>
<l>If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.</l>
<l>He had a fever when he was in Spain,</l>
<l>And when the fit was on him, I did mark</l>
<l>How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake;</l>
<l>His coward lips did from their colour fly,</l>
<l>And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world</l>
<l>Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:</l>
<l>Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans</l>
<l>Mark him and write his speeches in their books,</l>
<l>Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,'</l>
<l>As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me</l>
<l>A man of such a feeble temper should</l>
<l>So get the start of the majestic world</l>
<l>And bear the palm alone.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Shout. Flourish</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Another general shout!</l>
<l>I do believe that these applauses are</l>
<l>For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world</l>
<l>Like a Colossus, and we petty men</l>
<l>Walk under his huge legs and peep about</l>
<l>To find ourselves dishonourable graves.</l>
<l>Men at some time are masters of their fates:</l>
<l>The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,</l>
<l>But in ourselves, that we are underlings.</l>
<l>Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?</l>
<l>Why should that name be sounded more than yours?</l>
<l>Write them together, yours is as fair a name;</l>
<l>Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;</l>
<l>Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,</l>
<l>Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.</l>
<l>Now, in the names of all the gods at once,</l>
<l>Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,</l>
<l>That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!</l>
<l>Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!</l>
<l>When went there by an age, since the great flood,</l>
<l>But it was famed with more than with one man?</l>
<l>When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,</l>
<l>That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?</l>
<l>Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,</l>
<l>When there is in it but one only man.</l>
<l>O, you and I have heard our fathers say,</l>
<l>There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd</l>
<l>The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome</l>
<l>As easily as a king.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;</l>
<l>What you would work me to, I have some aim:</l>
<l>How I have thought of this and of these times,</l>
<l>I shall recount hereafter; for this present,</l>
<l>I would not, so with love I might entreat you,</l>
<l>Be any further moved. What you have said</l>
<l>I will consider; what you have to say</l>
<l>I will with patience hear, and find a time</l>
<l>Both meet to hear and answer such high things.</l>
<l>Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:</l>
<l>Brutus had rather be a villager</l>
<l>Than to repute himself a son of Rome</l>
<l>Under these hard conditions as this time</l>
<l>Is like to lay upon us.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I am glad that my weak words</l>
<l>Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>The games are done and Caesar is returning.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;</l>
<l>And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you</l>
<l>What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter CAESAR and his Train</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,</l>
<l>The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,</l>
<l>And all the rest look like a chidden train:</l>
<l>Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero</l>
<l>Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes</l>
<l>As we have seen him in the Capitol,</l>
<l>Being cross'd in conference by some senators.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Casca will tell us what the matter is.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Antonius!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Caesar?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Let me have men about me that are fat;</l>
<l>Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:</l>
<l>Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;</l>
<l>He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;</l>
<l>He is a noble Roman and well given.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:</l>
<l>Yet if my name were liable to fear,</l>
<l>I do not know the man I should avoid</l>
<l>So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;</l>
<l>He is a great observer and he looks</l>
<l>Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,</l>
<l>As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;</l>
<l>Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort</l>
<l>As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit</l>
<l>That could be moved to smile at any thing.</l>
<l>Such men as he be never at heart's ease</l>
<l>Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,</l>
<l>And therefore are they very dangerous.</l>
<l>I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd</l>
<l>Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.</l>
<l>Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,</l>
<l>And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Sennet. Exeunt CAESAR and all his Train, but CASCA<move type="exit"
who="CAESAR"/></stage>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,</l>
<l>That Caesar looks so sad.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Why, you were with him, were you not?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Why, there was a crown offered him: and being</l>
<l>offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,</l>
<l>thus; and then the people fell a-shouting.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What was the second noise for?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Why, for that too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Why, for that too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Was the crown offered him thrice?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every</l>
<l>time gentler than other, and at every putting-by</l>
<l>mine honest neighbours shouted.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Who offered him the crown?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Why, Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:</l>
<l>it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark</l>
<l>Antony offer him a crown;--yet 'twas not a crown</l>
<l>neither, 'twas one of these coronets;--and, as I told</l>
<l>you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my</l>
<l>thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he</l>
<l>offered it to him again; then he put it by again:</l>
<l>but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his</l>
<l>fingers off it. And then he offered it the third</l>
<l>time; he put it the third time by: and still as he</l>
<l>refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their</l>
<l>chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps</l>
<l>and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because</l>
<l>Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked</l>
<l>Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and</l>
<l>for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of</l>
<l>opening my lips and receiving the bad air.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>But, soft, I pray you: what, did Caesar swound?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at</l>
<l>mouth, and was speechless.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I,</l>
<l>And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,</l>
<l>Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not</l>
<l>clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and</l>
<l>displeased them, as they use to do the players in</l>
<l>the theatre, I am no true man.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What said he when he came unto himself?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the</l>
<l>common herd was glad he refused the crown, he</l>
<l>plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his</l>
<l>throat to cut. An I had been a man of any</l>
<l>occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,</l>
<l>I would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so</l>
<l>he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,</l>
<l>If he had done or said any thing amiss, he desired</l>
<l>their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three</l>
<l>or four wenches, where I stood, cried 'Alas, good</l>
<l>soul!' and forgave him with all their hearts: but</l>
<l>there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had</l>
<l>stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>And after that, he came, thus sad, away?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Ay.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Did Cicero say any thing?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Ay, he spoke Greek.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>To what effect?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Nay, an I tell you that, Ill ne'er look you i' the</l>
<l>face again: but those that understood him smiled at</l>
<l>one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own</l>
<l>part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more</l>
<l>news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs</l>
<l>off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you</l>
<l>well. There was more foolery yet, if I could</l>
<l>remember it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>No, I am promised forth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Will you dine with me to-morrow?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Ay, if I be alive and your mind hold and your dinner</l>
<l>worth the eating.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Good: I will expect you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Do so. Farewell, both.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!</l>
<l>He was quick mettle when he went to school.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>So is he now in execution</l>
<l>Of any bold or noble enterprise,</l>
<l>However he puts on this tardy form.</l>
<l>This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,</l>
<l>Which gives men stomach to digest his words</l>
<l>With better appetite.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>And so it is. For this time I will leave you:</l>
<l>To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,</l>
<l>I will come home to you; or, if you will,</l>
<l>Come home to me, and I will wait for you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I will do so: till then, think of the world.</l>
<l>Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,</l>
<l>Thy honourable metal may be wrought</l>
<l>From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet</l>
<l>That noble minds keep ever with their likes;</l>
<l>For who so firm that cannot be seduced?</l>
<l>Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus:</l>
<l>If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,</l>
<l>He should not humour me. I will this night,</l>
<l>In several hands, in at his windows throw,</l>
<l>As if they came from several citizens,</l>
<l>Writings all tending to the great opinion</l>
<l>That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely</l>
<l>Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:</l>
<l>And after this let Caesar seat him sure;</l>
<l>For we will shake him, or worse days endure.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit BRUTUS<move type="exit" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III. The same. A street.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Thunder and lightning. Enter from opposite sides, CASCA, with his sword
drawn, and CICERO</stage>
<sp who="CICERO">
<speaker>CICERO</speaker>
<l>Good even, Casca: brought you Caesar home?</l>
<l>Why are you breathless? and why stare you so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth</l>
<l>Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,</l>
<l>I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds</l>
<l>Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen</l>
<l>The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,</l>
<l>To be exalted with the threatening clouds:</l>
<l>But never till to-night, never till now,</l>
<l>Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.</l>
<l>Either there is a civil strife in heaven,</l>
<l>Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,</l>
<l>Incenses them to send destruction.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CICERO">
<speaker>CICERO</speaker>
<l>Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>A common slave--you know him well by sight--</l>
<l>Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn</l>
<l>Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,</l>
<l>Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.</l>
<l>Besides--I ha' not since put up my sword--</l>
<l>Against the Capitol I met a lion,</l>
<l>Who glared upon me, and went surly by,</l>
<l>Without annoying me: and there were drawn</l>
<l>Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,</l>
<l>Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw</l>
<l>Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.</l>
<l>And yesterday the bird of night did sit</l>
<l>Even at noon-day upon the market-place,</l>
<l>Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies</l>
<l>Do so conjointly meet, let not men say</l>
<l>'These are their reasons; they are natural;'</l>
<l>For, I believe, they are portentous things</l>
<l>Unto the climate that they point upon.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CICERO">
<speaker>CICERO</speaker>
<l>Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:</l>
<l>But men may construe things after their fashion,</l>
<l>Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.</l>
<l>Come Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>He doth; for he did bid Antonius</l>
<l>Send word to you he would be there to-morrow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CICERO">
<speaker>CICERO</speaker>
<l>Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky</l>
<l>Is not to walk in.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Farewell, Cicero.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit CICERO<move type="exit" who="CICERO"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter CASSIUS<move type="entrance" who="CASSIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Who's there?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>A Roman.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Casca, by your voice.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>A very pleasing night to honest men.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Who ever knew the heavens menace so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Those that have known the earth so full of faults.</l>
<l>For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,</l>
<l>Submitting me unto the perilous night,</l>
<l>And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,</l>
<l>Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;</l>
<l>And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open</l>
<l>The breast of heaven, I did present myself</l>
<l>Even in the aim and very flash of it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?</l>
<l>It is the part of men to fear and tremble,</l>
<l>When the most mighty gods by tokens send</l>
<l>Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life</l>
<l>That should be in a Roman you do want,</l>
<l>Or else you use not. You look pale and gaze</l>
<l>And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder,</l>
<l>To see the strange impatience of the heavens:</l>
<l>But if you would consider the true cause</l>
<l>Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,</l>
<l>Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,</l>
<l>Why old men fool and children calculate,</l>
<l>Why all these things change from their ordinance</l>
<l>Their natures and preformed faculties</l>
<l>To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find</l>
<l>That heaven hath infused them with these spirits,</l>
<l>To make them instruments of fear and warning</l>
<l>Unto some monstrous state.</l>
<l>Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man</l>
<l>Most like this dreadful night,</l>
<l>That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars</l>
<l>As doth the lion in the Capitol,</l>
<l>A man no mightier than thyself or me</l>
<l>In personal action, yet prodigious grown</l>
<l>And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Let it be who it is: for Romans now</l>
<l>Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors;</l>
<l>But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,</l>
<l>And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;</l>
<l>Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow</l>
<l>Mean to establish Caesar as a king;</l>
<l>And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,</l>
<l>In every place, save here in Italy.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I know where I will wear this dagger then;</l>
<l>Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:</l>
<l>Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;</l>
<l>Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:</l>
<l>Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,</l>
<l>Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,</l>
<l>Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;</l>
<l>But life, being weary of these worldly bars,</l>
<l>Never lacks power to dismiss itself.</l>
<l>If I know this, know all the world besides,</l>
<l>That part of tyranny that I do bear</l>
<l>I can shake off at pleasure.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Thunder still</stage>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>So can I:</l>
<l>So every bondman in his own hand bears</l>
<l>The power to cancel his captivity.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?</l>
<l>Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,</l>
<l>But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:</l>
<l>He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.</l>
<l>Those that with haste will make a mighty fire</l>
<l>Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome,</l>
<l>What rubbish and what offal, when it serves</l>
<l>For the base matter to illuminate</l>
<l>So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,</l>
<l>Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this</l>
<l>Before a willing bondman; then I know</l>
<l>My answer must be made. But I am arm'd,</l>
<l>And dangers are to me indifferent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>You speak to Casca, and to such a man</l>
<l>That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand:</l>
<l>Be factious for redress of all these griefs,</l>
<l>And I will set this foot of mine as far</l>
<l>As who goes farthest.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>There's a bargain made.</l>
<l>Now know you, Casca, I have moved already</l>
<l>Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans</l>
<l>To undergo with me an enterprise</l>
<l>Of honourable-dangerous consequence;</l>
<l>And I do know, by this, they stay for me</l>
<l>In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,</l>
<l>There is no stir or walking in the streets;</l>
<l>And the complexion of the element</l>
<l>In favour's like the work we have in hand,</l>
<l>Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;</l>
<l>He is a friend.</l>
<l>Cinna, where haste you so?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter CINNA<move type="entrance" who="CINNA"/></stage>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>No, it is Casca; one incorporate</l>
<l>To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is this!</l>
<l>There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Am I not stay'd for? tell me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>Yes, you are.</l>
<l>O Cassius, if you could</l>
<l>But win the noble Brutus to our party--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper,</l>
<l>And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,</l>
<l>Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this</l>
<l>In at his window; set this up with wax</l>
<l>Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,</l>
<l>Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.</l>
<l>Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone</l>
<l>To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,</l>
<l>And so bestow these papers as you bade me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.</l>
<l>Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day</l>
<l>See Brutus at his house: three parts of him</l>
<l>Is ours already, and the man entire</l>
<l>Upon the next encounter yields him ours.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit CINNA<move type="exit" who="CINNA"/></stage>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>O, he sits high in all the people's hearts:</l>
<l>And that which would appear offence in us,</l>
<l>His countenance, like richest alchemy,</l>
<l>Will change to virtue and to worthiness.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Him and his worth and our great need of him</l>
<l>You have right well conceited. Let us go,</l>
<l>For it is after midnight; and ere day</l>
<l>We will awake him and be sure of him.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
</div0>
<div0 type="act" n="2">
<head>ACT II</head>
<div1 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter BRUTUS<move type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What, Lucius, ho!</l>
<l>I cannot, by the progress of the stars,</l>
<l>Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!</l>
<l>I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.</l>
<l>When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter LUCIUS<move type="entrance" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Call'd you, my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:</l>
<l>When it is lighted, come and call me here.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I will, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>It must be by his death: and for my part,</l>
<l>I know no personal cause to spurn at him,</l>
<l>But for the general. He would be crown'd:</l>
<l>How that might change his nature, there's the question.</l>
<l>It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;</l>
<l>And that craves wary walking. Crown him?--that;--</l>
<l>And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,</l>
<l>That at his will he may do danger with.</l>
<l>The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins</l>
<l>Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,</l>
<l>I have not known when his affections sway'd</l>
<l>More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,</l>
<l>That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,</l>
<l>Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;</l>
<l>But when he once attains the upmost round.</l>
<l>He then unto the ladder turns his back,</l>
<l>Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees</l>
<l>By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.</l>
<l>Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel</l>
<l>Will bear no colour for the thing he is,</l>
<l>Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,</l>
<l>Would run to these and these extremities:</l>
<l>And therefore think him as a serpent's egg</l>
<l>Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,</l>
<l>And kill him in the shell.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>The taper burneth in your closet, sir.</l>
<l>Searching the window for a flint, I found</l>
<l>This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,</l>
<l>It did not lie there when I went to bed.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Gives him the letter</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Get you to bed again; it is not day.</l>
<l>Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I know not, sir.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Look in the calendar, and bring me word.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I will, sir.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>The exhalations whizzing in the air</l>
<l>Give so much light that I may read by them.</l>
<l>'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.</l>
<l>Shall Rome, & c. Speak, strike, redress!</l>
<l>Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'</l>
<l>Such instigations have been often dropp'd</l>
<l>Where I have took them up.</l>
<l>'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out:</l>
<l>Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?</l>
<l>My ancestors did from the streets of Rome</l>
<l>The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.</l>
<l>'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated</l>
<l>To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:</l>
<l>If the redress will follow, thou receivest</l>
<l>Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Opens the letter and reads</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Knocking within</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.</l>
<l>Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,</l>
<l>I have not slept.</l>
<l>Between the acting of a dreadful thing</l>
<l>And the first motion, all the interim is</l>
<l>Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:</l>
<l>The Genius and the mortal instruments</l>
<l>Are then in council; and the state of man,</l>
<l>Like to a little kingdom, suffers then</l>
<l>The nature of an insurrection.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LUCIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,</l>
<l>Who doth desire to see you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Is he alone?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>No, sir, there are moe with him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Do you know them?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,</l>
<l>And half their faces buried in their cloaks,</l>
<l>That by no means I may discover them</l>
<l>By any mark of favour.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Let 'em enter.</l>
<l>They are the faction. O conspiracy,</l>
<l>Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,</l>
<l>When evils are most free? O, then by day</l>
<l>Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough</l>
<l>To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;</l>
<l>Hide it in smiles and affability:</l>
<l>For if thou path, thy native semblance on,</l>
<l>Not Erebus itself were dim enough</l>
<l>To hide thee from prevention.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LUCIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I think we are too bold upon your rest:</l>
<l>Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I have been up this hour, awake all night.</l>
<l>Know I these men that come along with you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Yes, every man of them, and no man here</l>
<l>But honours you; and every one doth wish</l>
<l>You had but that opinion of yourself</l>
<l>Which every noble Roman bears of you.</l>
<l>This is Trebonius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He is welcome hither.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>This, Decius Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He is welcome too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>They are all welcome.</l>
<l>What watchful cares do interpose themselves</l>
<l>Betwixt your eyes and night?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Shall I entreat a word?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper</stage>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>No.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines</l>
<l>That fret the clouds are messengers of day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>You shall confess that you are both deceived.</l>
<l>Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,</l>
<l>Which is a great way growing on the south,</l>
<l>Weighing the youthful season of the year.</l>
<l>Some two months hence up higher toward the north</l>
<l>He first presents his fire; and the high east</l>
<l>Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Give me your hands all over, one by one.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>And let us swear our resolution.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No, not an oath: if not the face of men,</l>
<l>The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,--</l>
<l>If these be motives weak, break off betimes,</l>
<l>And every man hence to his idle bed;</l>
<l>So let high-sighted tyranny range on,</l>
<l>Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,</l>
<l>As I am sure they do, bear fire enough</l>
<l>To kindle cowards and to steel with valour</l>
<l>The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,</l>
<l>What need we any spur but our own cause,</l>
<l>To prick us to redress? what other bond</l>
<l>Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,</l>
<l>And will not palter? and what other oath</l>
<l>Than honesty to honesty engaged,</l>
<l>That this shall be, or we will fall for it?</l>
<l>Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,</l>
<l>Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls</l>
<l>That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear</l>
<l>Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain</l>
<l>The even virtue of our enterprise,</l>
<l>Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,</l>
<l>To think that or our cause or our performance</l>
<l>Did need an oath; when every drop of blood</l>
<l>That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,</l>
<l>Is guilty of a several bastardy,</l>
<l>If he do break the smallest particle</l>
<l>Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?</l>
<l>I think he will stand very strong with us.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Let us not leave him out.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>No, by no means.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="METELLUS CIMBER">
<speaker>METELLUS CIMBER</speaker>
<l>O, let us have him, for his silver hairs</l>
<l>Will purchase us a good opinion</l>
<l>And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:</l>
<l>It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;</l>
<l>Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,</l>
<l>But all be buried in his gravity.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O, name him not: let us not break with him;</l>
<l>For he will never follow any thing</l>
<l>That other men begin.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Then leave him out.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Indeed he is not fit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,</l>
<l>Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,</l>
<l>Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him</l>
<l>A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,</l>
<l>If he improve them, may well stretch so far</l>
<l>As to annoy us all: which to prevent,</l>
<l>Let Antony and Caesar fall together.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,</l>
<l>To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,</l>
<l>Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;</l>
<l>For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:</l>
<l>Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.</l>
<l>We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;</l>
<l>And in the spirit of men there is no blood:</l>
<l>O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,</l>
<l>And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,</l>
<l>Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,</l>
<l>Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;</l>
<l>Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,</l>
<l>Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:</l>
<l>And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,</l>
<l>Stir up their servants to an act of rage,</l>
<l>And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make</l>
<l>Our purpose necessary and not envious:</l>
<l>Which so appearing to the common eyes,</l>
<l>We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.</l>
<l>And for Mark Antony, think not of him;</l>
<l>For he can do no more than Caesar's arm</l>
<l>When Caesar's head is off.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Yet I fear him;</l>
<l>For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:</l>
<l>If he love Caesar, all that he can do</l>
<l>Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:</l>
<l>And that were much he should; for he is given</l>
<l>To sports, to wildness and much company.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TREBONIUS">
<speaker>TREBONIUS</speaker>
<l>There is no fear in him; let him not die;</l>
<l>For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Clock strikes</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Peace! count the clock.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>The clock hath stricken three.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TREBONIUS">
<speaker>TREBONIUS</speaker>
<l>'Tis time to part.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>But it is doubtful yet,</l>
<l>Whether Caesar will come forth to-day, or no;</l>
<l>For he is superstitious grown of late,</l>
<l>Quite from the main opinion he held once</l>
<l>Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:</l>
<l>It may be, these apparent prodigies,</l>
<l>The unaccustom'd terror of this night,</l>
<l>And the persuasion of his augurers,</l>
<l>May hold him from the Capitol to-day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Never fear that: if he be so resolved,</l>
<l>I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear</l>
<l>That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,</l>
<l>And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,</l>
<l>Lions with toils and men with flatterers;</l>
<l>But when I tell him he hates flatterers,</l>
<l>He says he does, being then most flattered.</l>
<l>Let me work;</l>
<l>For I can give his humour the true bent,</l>
<l>And I will bring him to the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="METELLUS CIMBER">
<speaker>METELLUS CIMBER</speaker>
<l>Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,</l>
<l>Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:</l>
<l>I wonder none of you have thought of him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Now, good Metellus, go along by him:</l>
<l>He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;</l>
<l>Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.</l>
<l>And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember</l>
<l>What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;</l>
<l>Let not our looks put on our purposes,</l>
<l>But bear it as our Roman actors do,</l>
<l>With untired spirits and formal constancy:</l>
<l>And so good morrow to you every one.</l>
<l>Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;</l>
<l>Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:</l>
<l>Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,</l>
<l>Which busy care draws in the brains of men;</l>
<l>Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt all but BRUTUS</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter PORTIA<move type="entrance" who="PORTIA"/></stage>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Brutus, my lord!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?</l>
<l>It is not for your health thus to commit</l>
<l>Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,</l>
<l>Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,</l>
<l>You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,</l>
<l>Musing and sighing, with your arms across,</l>
<l>And when I ask'd you what the matter was,</l>
<l>You stared upon me with ungentle looks;</l>
<l>I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,</l>
<l>And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;</l>
<l>Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,</l>
<l>But, with an angry wafture of your hand,</l>
<l>Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;</l>
<l>Fearing to strengthen that impatience</l>
<l>Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal</l>
<l>Hoping it was but an effect of humour,</l>
<l>Which sometime hath his hour with every man.</l>
<l>It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,</l>
<l>And could it work so much upon your shape</l>
<l>As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,</l>
<l>I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,</l>
<l>Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I am not well in health, and that is all.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,</l>
<l>He would embrace the means to come by it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Is Brutus sick? and is it physical</l>
<l>To walk unbraced and suck up the humours</l>
<l>Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,</l>
<l>And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,</l>
<l>To dare the vile contagion of the night</l>
<l>And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air</l>
<l>To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;</l>
<l>You have some sick offence within your mind,</l>
<l>Which, by the right and virtue of my place,</l>
<l>I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,</l>
<l>I charm you, by my once-commended beauty,</l>
<l>By all your vows of love and that great vow</l>
<l>Which did incorporate and make us one,</l>
<l>That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,</l>
<l>Why you are heavy, and what men to-night</l>
<l>Have had to resort to you: for here have been</l>
<l>Some six or seven, who did hide their faces</l>
<l>Even from darkness.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Kneel not, gentle Portia.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.</l>
<l>Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,</l>
<l>Is it excepted I should know no secrets</l>
<l>That appertain to you? Am I yourself</l>
<l>But, as it were, in sort or limitation,</l>
<l>To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,</l>
<l>And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs</l>
<l>Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,</l>
<l>Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You are my true and honourable wife,</l>
<l>As dear to me as are the ruddy drops</l>
<l>That visit my sad heart</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>If this were true, then should I know this secret.</l>
<l>I grant I am a woman; but withal</l>
<l>A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:</l>
<l>I grant I am a woman; but withal</l>
<l>A woman well-reputed, Cato's daughter.</l>
<l>Think you I am no stronger than my sex,</l>
<l>Being so father'd and so husbanded?</l>
<l>Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:</l>
<l>I have made strong proof of my constancy,</l>
<l>Giving myself a voluntary wound</l>
<l>Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.</l>
<l>And not my husband's secrets?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O ye gods,</l>
<l>Render me worthy of this noble wife!</l>
<l>Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;</l>
<l>And by and by thy bosom shall partake</l>
<l>The secrets of my heart.</l>
<l>All my engagements I will construe to thee,</l>
<l>All the charactery of my sad brows:</l>
<l>Leave me with haste.</l>
<l>Lucius, who's that knocks?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Knocking within</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Exit PORTIA<move type="exit" who="PORTIA"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>He is a sick man that would speak with you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.</l>
<l>Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LIGARIUS">
<speaker>LIGARIUS</speaker>
<l>Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,</l>
<l>To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LIGARIUS">
<speaker>LIGARIUS</speaker>
<l>I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand</l>
<l>Any exploit worthy the name of honour.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,</l>
<l>Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LIGARIUS">
<speaker>LIGARIUS</speaker>
<l>By all the gods that Romans bow before,</l>
<l>I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!</l>
<l>Brave son, derived from honourable loins!</l>
<l>Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up</l>
<l>My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,</l>
<l>And I will strive with things impossible;</l>
<l>Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>A piece of work that will make sick men whole.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LIGARIUS">
<speaker>LIGARIUS</speaker>
<l>But are not some whole that we must make sick?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>That must we also. What it is, my Caius,</l>
<l>I shall unfold to thee, as we are going</l>
<l>To whom it must be done.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LIGARIUS">
<speaker>LIGARIUS</speaker>
<l>Set on your foot,</l>
<l>And with a heart new-fired I follow you,</l>
<l>To do I know not what: but it sufficeth</l>
<l>That Brutus leads me on.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Follow me, then.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II. CAESAR's house.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in his night-gown<move
type="entrance" who="CAESAR"/></stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night:</l>
<l>Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,</l>
<l>'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter a Servant</stage>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>My lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Go bid the priests do present sacrifice</l>
<l>And bring me their opinions of success.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>I will, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter CALPURNIA<move type="entrance" who="CALPURNIA"/></stage>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth?</l>
<l>You shall not stir out of your house to-day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me</l>
<l>Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see</l>
<l>The face of Caesar, they are vanished.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,</l>
<l>Yet now they fright me. There is one within,</l>
<l>Besides the things that we have heard and seen,</l>
<l>Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.</l>
<l>A lioness hath whelped in the streets;</l>
<l>And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;</l>
<l>Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,</l>
<l>In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,</l>
<l>Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;</l>
<l>The noise of battle hurtled in the air,</l>
<l>Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,</l>
<l>And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.</l>
<l>O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,</l>
<l>And I do fear them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What can be avoided</l>
<l>Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?</l>
<l>Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions</l>
<l>Are to the world in general as to Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>When beggars die, there are no comets seen;</l>
<l>The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Cowards die many times before their deaths;</l>
<l>The valiant never taste of death but once.</l>
<l>Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.</l>
<l>It seems to me most strange that men should fear;</l>
<l>Seeing that death, a necessary end,</l>
<l>Will come when it will come.</l>
<l>What say the augurers?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter Servant</stage>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>They would not have you to stir forth to-day.</l>
<l>Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,</l>
<l>They could not find a heart within the beast.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>The gods do this in shame of cowardice:</l>
<l>Caesar should be a beast without a heart,</l>
<l>If he should stay at home to-day for fear.</l>
<l>No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well</l>
<l>That Caesar is more dangerous than he:</l>
<l>We are two lions litter'd in one day,</l>
<l>And I the elder and more terrible:</l>
<l>And Caesar shall go forth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>Alas, my lord,</l>
<l>Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.</l>
<l>Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear</l>
<l>That keeps you in the house, and not your own.</l>
<l>We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house:</l>
<l>And he shall say you are not well to-day:</l>
<l>Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Mark Antony shall say I am not well,</l>
<l>And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.</l>
<l>Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter DECIUS BRUTUS<move type="entrance" who="DECIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar:</l>
<l>I come to fetch you to the senate-house.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>And you are come in very happy time,</l>
<l>To bear my greeting to the senators</l>
<l>And tell them that I will not come to-day:</l>
<l>Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser:</l>
<l>I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CALPURNIA">
<speaker>CALPURNIA</speaker>
<l>Say he is sick.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Shall Caesar send a lie?</l>
<l>Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,</l>
<l>To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth?</l>
<l>Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,</l>
<l>Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>The cause is in my will: I will not come;</l>
<l>That is enough to satisfy the senate.</l>
<l>But for your private satisfaction,</l>
<l>Because I love you, I will let you know:</l>
<l>Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:</l>
<l>She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,</l>
<l>Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,</l>
<l>Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans</l>
<l>Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it:</l>
<l>And these does she apply for warnings, and portents,</l>
<l>And evils imminent; and on her knee</l>
<l>Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>This dream is all amiss interpreted;</l>
<l>It was a vision fair and fortunate:</l>
<l>Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,</l>
<l>In which so many smiling Romans bathed,</l>
<l>Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck</l>
<l>Reviving blood, and that great men shall press</l>
<l>For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance.</l>
<l>This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>And this way have you well expounded it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I have, when you have heard what I can say:</l>
<l>And know it now: the senate have concluded</l>
<l>To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.</l>
<l>If you shall send them word you will not come,</l>
<l>Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock</l>
<l>Apt to be render'd, for some one to say</l>
<l>'Break up the senate till another time,</l>
<l>When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.'</l>
<l>If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper</l>
<l>'Lo, Caesar is afraid'?</l>
<l>Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love</l>
<l>To our proceeding bids me tell you this;</l>
<l>And reason to my love is liable.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!</l>
<l>I am ashamed I did yield to them.</l>
<l>Give me my robe, for I will go.</l>
<l>And look where Publius is come to fetch me.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and
CINNA<move type="entrance" who="PUBLIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="PUBLIUS">
<speaker>PUBLIUS</speaker>
<l>Good morrow, Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Welcome, Publius.</l>
<l>What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?</l>
<l>Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,</l>
<l>Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy</l>
<l>As that same ague which hath made you lean.</l>
<l>What is 't o'clock?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>I thank you for your pains and courtesy.</l>
<l>See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,</l>
<l>Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter ANTONY<move type="entrance" who="ANTONY"/></stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>So to most noble Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Bid them prepare within:</l>
<l>I am to blame to be thus waited for.</l>
<l>Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius!</l>
<l>I have an hour's talk in store for you;</l>
<l>Remember that you call on me to-day:</l>
<l>Be near me, that I may remember you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TREBONIUS">
<speaker>TREBONIUS</speaker>
<l>Caesar, I will:</l>
<l>and so near will I be,</l>
<l>That your best friends shall wish I had been further.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Aside</stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;</l>
<l>And we, like friends, will straightway go together.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>[Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,</l>
<l>The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper<move type="entrance"
who="ARTEMIDORUS"/></stage>
<sp who="ARTEMIDORUS">
<speaker>ARTEMIDORUS</speaker>
<l>'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;</l>
<l>come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not</l>
<l>Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus</l>
<l>loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.</l>
<l>There is but one mind in all these men, and it is</l>
<l>bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,</l>
<l>look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.</l>
<l>The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,</l>
<l>'ARTEMIDORUS.'</l>
<l>Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,</l>
<l>And as a suitor will I give him this.</l>
<l>My heart laments that virtue cannot live</l>
<l>Out of the teeth of emulation.</l>
<l>If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;</l>
<l>If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS<move type="entrance" who="PORTIA"/></stage>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;</l>
<l>Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:</l>
<l>Why dost thou stay?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>To know my errand, madam.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>I would have had thee there, and here again,</l>
<l>Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.</l>
<l>O constancy, be strong upon my side,</l>
<l>Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!</l>
<l>I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.</l>
<l>How hard it is for women to keep counsel!</l>
<l>Art thou here yet?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Madam, what should I do?</l>
<l>Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?</l>
<l>And so return to you, and nothing else?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,</l>
<l>For he went sickly forth: and take good note</l>
<l>What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.</l>
<l>Hark, boy! what noise is that?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I hear none, madam.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Prithee, listen well;</l>
<l>I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,</l>
<l>And the wind brings it from the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter the Soothsayer</stage>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>At mine own house, good lady.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>What is't o'clock?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>About the ninth hour, lady.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,</l>
<l>To see him pass on to the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar</l>
<l>To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,</l>
<l>I shall beseech him to befriend himself.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.</l>
<l>Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:</l>
<l>The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,</l>
<l>Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,</l>
<l>Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:</l>
<l>I'll get me to a place more void, and there</l>
<l>Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="PORTIA">
<speaker>PORTIA</speaker>
<l>I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing</l>
<l>The heart of woman is! O Brutus,</l>
<l>The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!</l>
<l>Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit</l>
<l>That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.</l>
<l>Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;</l>
<l>Say I am merry: come to me again,</l>
<l>And bring me word what he doth say to thee.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt severally</stage>
</div1>
</div0>
<div0 type="act" n="3">
<head>ACT III</head>
<div1 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.</head>
<stage type="TBD">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<move type="entrance" who="CAESAR"
/></stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>[To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Soothsayer">
<speaker>Soothsayer</speaker>
<l>Ay, Caesar; but not gone.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ARTEMIDORUS">
<speaker>ARTEMIDORUS</speaker>
<l>Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,</l>
<l>At your best leisure, this his humble suit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ARTEMIDORUS">
<speaker>ARTEMIDORUS</speaker>
<l>O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit</l>
<l>That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What touches us ourself shall be last served.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ARTEMIDORUS">
<speaker>ARTEMIDORUS</speaker>
<l>Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What, is the fellow mad?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PUBLIUS">
<speaker>PUBLIUS</speaker>
<l>Sirrah, give place.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>What, urge you your petitions in the street?</l>
<l>Come to the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following</stage>
<sp who="POPILIUS">
<speaker>POPILIUS</speaker>
<l>I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>What enterprise, Popilius?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="POPILIUS">
<speaker>POPILIUS</speaker>
<l>Fare you well.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Advances to CAESAR</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What said Popilius Lena?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.</l>
<l>I fear our purpose is discovered.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.</l>
<l>Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,</l>
<l>Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,</l>
<l>For I will slay myself.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Cassius, be constant:</l>
<l>Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;</l>
<l>For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.</l>
<l>He draws Mark Antony out of the way.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS<move type="exit" who="ANTONY"/></stage>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,</l>
<l>And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He is address'd: press near and second him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Are we all ready? What is now amiss</l>
<l>That Caesar and his senate must redress?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="METELLUS CIMBER">
<speaker>METELLUS CIMBER</speaker>
<l>Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,</l>
<l>Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat</l>
<l>An humble heart,--</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Kneeling</stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>I must prevent thee, Cimber.</l>
<l>These couchings and these lowly courtesies</l>
<l>Might fire the blood of ordinary men,</l>
<l>And turn pre-ordinance and first decree</l>
<l>Into the law of children. Be not fond,</l>
<l>To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood</l>
<l>That will be thaw'd from the true quality</l>
<l>With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,</l>
<l>Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.</l>
<l>Thy brother by decree is banished:</l>
<l>If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,</l>
<l>I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.</l>
<l>Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause</l>
<l>Will he be satisfied.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="METELLUS CIMBER">
<speaker>METELLUS CIMBER</speaker>
<l>Is there no voice more worthy than my own</l>
<l>To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear</l>
<l>For the repealing of my banish'd brother?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;</l>
<l>Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may</l>
<l>Have an immediate freedom of repeal.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>What, Brutus!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:</l>
<l>As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,</l>
<l>To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I could be well moved, if I were as you:</l>
<l>If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:</l>
<l>But I am constant as the northern star,</l>
<l>Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality</l>
<l>There is no fellow in the firmament.</l>
<l>The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,</l>
<l>They are all fire and every one doth shine,</l>
<l>But there's but one in all doth hold his place:</l>
<l>So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,</l>
<l>And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;</l>
<l>Yet in the number I do know but one</l>
<l>That unassailable holds on his rank,</l>
<l>Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,</l>
<l>Let me a little show it, even in this;</l>
<l>That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,</l>
<l>And constant do remain to keep him so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>O Caesar,--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Great Caesar,--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Speak, hands for me!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR</stage>
<sp who="CAESAR">
<speaker>CAESAR</speaker>
<l>Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Dies</stage>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!</l>
<l>Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Some to the common pulpits, and cry out</l>
<l>'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>People and senators, be not affrighted;</l>
<l>Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASCA">
<speaker>CASCA</speaker>
<l>Go to the pulpit, Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>And Cassius too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Where's Publius?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA">
<speaker>CINNA</speaker>
<l>Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="METELLUS CIMBER">
<speaker>METELLUS CIMBER</speaker>
<l>Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's</l>
<l>Should chance--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;</l>
<l>There is no harm intended to your person,</l>
<l>Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,</l>
<l>Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Do so: and let no man abide this deed,</l>
<l>But we the doers.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter TREBONIUS</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Where is Antony?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TREBONIUS">
<speaker>TREBONIUS</speaker>
<l>Fled to his house amazed:</l>
<l>Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run</l>
<l>As it were doomsday.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Fates, we will know your pleasures:</l>
<l>That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time</l>
<l>And drawing days out, that men stand upon.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life</l>
<l>Cuts off so many years of fearing death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Grant that, and then is death a benefit:</l>
<l>So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged</l>
<l>His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,</l>
<l>And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood</l>
<l>Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:</l>
<l>Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,</l>
<l>And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,</l>
<l>Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence</l>
<l>Shall this our lofty scene be acted over</l>
<l>In states unborn and accents yet unknown!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,</l>
<l>That now on Pompey's basis lies along</l>
<l>No worthier than the dust!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>So oft as that shall be,</l>
<l>So often shall the knot of us be call'd</l>
<l>The men that gave their country liberty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DECIUS BRUTUS">
<speaker>DECIUS BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What, shall we forth?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Ay, every man away:</l>
<l>Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels</l>
<l>With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter a Servant</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:</l>
<l>Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;</l>
<l>And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:</l>
<l>Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;</l>
<l>Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:</l>
<l>Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;</l>
<l>Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.</l>
<l>If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony</l>
<l>May safely come to him, and be resolved</l>
<l>How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,</l>
<l>Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead</l>
<l>So well as Brutus living; but will follow</l>
<l>The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus</l>
<l>Thorough the hazards of this untrod state</l>
<l>With all true faith. So says my master Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;</l>
<l>I never thought him worse.</l>
<l>Tell him, so please him come unto this place,</l>
<l>He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,</l>
<l>Depart untouch'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>I'll fetch him presently.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I know that we shall have him well to friend.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I wish we may: but yet have I a mind</l>
<l>That fears him much; and my misgiving still</l>
<l>Falls shrewdly to the purpose.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>But here comes Antony.</l>
<l>Welcome, Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter ANTONY</stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?</l>
<l>Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,</l>
<l>Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.</l>
<l>I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,</l>
<l>Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:</l>
<l>If I myself, there is no hour so fit</l>
<l>As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument</l>
<l>Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich</l>
<l>With the most noble blood of all this world.</l>
<l>I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,</l>
<l>Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,</l>
<l>Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,</l>
<l>I shall not find myself so apt to die:</l>
<l>No place will please me so, no mean of death,</l>
<l>As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,</l>
<l>The choice and master spirits of this age.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O Antony, beg not your death of us.</l>
<l>Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,</l>
<l>As, by our hands and this our present act,</l>
<l>You see we do, yet see you but our hands</l>
<l>And this the bleeding business they have done:</l>
<l>Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;</l>
<l>And pity to the general wrong of Rome--</l>
<l>As fire drives out fire, so pity pity--</l>
<l>Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,</l>
<l>To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:</l>
<l>Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts</l>
<l>Of brothers' temper, do receive you in</l>
<l>With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Your voice shall be as strong as any man's</l>
<l>In the disposing of new dignities.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Only be patient till we have appeased</l>
<l>The multitude, beside themselves with fear,</l>
<l>And then we will deliver you the cause,</l>
<l>Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,</l>
<l>Have thus proceeded.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>I doubt not of your wisdom.</l>
<l>Let each man render me his bloody hand:</l>
<l>First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;</l>
<l>Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;</l>
<l>Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;</l>
<l>Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;</l>
<l>Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.</l>
<l>Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?</l>
<l>My credit now stands on such slippery ground,</l>
<l>That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,</l>
<l>Either a coward or a flatterer.</l>
<l>That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:</l>
<l>If then thy spirit look upon us now,</l>
<l>Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,</l>
<l>To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,</l>
<l>Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,</l>
<l>Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?</l>
<l>Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,</l>
<l>Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,</l>
<l>It would become me better than to close</l>
<l>In terms of friendship with thine enemies.</l>
<l>Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;</l>
<l>Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,</l>
<l>Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.</l>
<l>O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;</l>
<l>And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.</l>
<l>How like a deer, strucken by many princes,</l>
<l>Dost thou here lie!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Mark Antony,--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Pardon me, Caius Cassius:</l>
<l>The enemies of Caesar shall say this;</l>
<l>Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I blame you not for praising Caesar so;</l>
<l>But what compact mean you to have with us?</l>
<l>Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;</l>
<l>Or shall we on, and not depend on you?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,</l>
<l>Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.</l>
<l>Friends am I with you all and love you all,</l>
<l>Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons</l>
<l>Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Or else were this a savage spectacle:</l>
<l>Our reasons are so full of good regard</l>
<l>That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,</l>
<l>You should be satisfied.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>That's all I seek:</l>
<l>And am moreover suitor that I may</l>
<l>Produce his body to the market-place;</l>
<l>And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,</l>
<l>Speak in the order of his funeral.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You shall, Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Brutus, a word with you.</l>
<l>You know not what you do: do not consent</l>
<l>That Antony speak in his funeral:</l>
<l>Know you how much the people may be moved</l>
<l>By that which he will utter?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Aside to BRUTUS</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>By your pardon;</l>
<l>I will myself into the pulpit first,</l>
<l>And show the reason of our Caesar's death:</l>
<l>What Antony shall speak, I will protest</l>
<l>He speaks by leave and by permission,</l>
<l>And that we are contented Caesar shall</l>
<l>Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.</l>
<l>It shall advantage more than do us wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I know not what may fall; I like it not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.</l>
<l>You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,</l>
<l>But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,</l>
<l>And say you do't by our permission;</l>
<l>Else shall you not have any hand at all</l>
<l>About his funeral: and you shall speak</l>
<l>In the same pulpit whereto I am going,</l>
<l>After my speech is ended.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Be it so.</l>
<l>I do desire no more.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Prepare the body then, and follow us.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt all but ANTONY</stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,</l>
<l>That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!</l>
<l>Thou art the ruins of the noblest man</l>
<l>That ever lived in the tide of times.</l>
<l>Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!</l>
<l>Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--</l>
<l>Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,</l>
<l>To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--</l>
<l>A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;</l>
<l>Domestic fury and fierce civil strife</l>
<l>Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;</l>
<l>Blood and destruction shall be so in use</l>
<l>And dreadful objects so familiar</l>
<l>That mothers shall but smile when they behold</l>
<l>Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;</l>
<l>All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:</l>
<l>And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,</l>
<l>With Ate by his side come hot from hell,</l>
<l>Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice</l>
<l>Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;</l>
<l>That this foul deed shall smell above the earth</l>
<l>With carrion men, groaning for burial.</l>
<l>You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter a Servant</stage>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>I do, Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>He did receive his letters, and is coming;</l>
<l>And bid me say to you by word of mouth--</l>
<l>O Caesar!--</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Seeing the body</stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.</l>
<l>Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,</l>
<l>Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,</l>
<l>Began to water. Is thy master coming?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:</l>
<l>Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,</l>
<l>No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;</l>
<l>Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;</l>
<l>Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse</l>
<l>Into the market-place: there shall I try</l>
<l>In my oration, how the people take</l>
<l>The cruel issue of these bloody men;</l>
<l>According to the which, thou shalt discourse</l>
<l>To young Octavius of the state of things.</l>
<l>Lend me your hand.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt with CAESAR's body</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II. The Forum.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens<move type="entrance"
who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="Citizens">
<speaker>Citizens</speaker>
<l>We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.</l>
<l>Cassius, go you into the other street,</l>
<l>And part the numbers.</l>
<l>Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;</l>
<l>Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;</l>
<l>And public reasons shall be rendered</l>
<l>Of Caesar's death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>I will hear Brutus speak.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,</l>
<l>When severally we hear them rendered.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the
pulpit<move type="exit" who="CASSIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Be patient till the last.</l>
<l>Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my</l>
<l>cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me</l>
<l>for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that</l>
<l>you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and</l>
<l>awake your senses, that you may the better judge.</l>
<l>If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of</l>
<l>Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar</l>
<l>was no less than his. If then that friend demand</l>
<l>why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:</l>
<l>--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved</l>
<l>Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and</l>
<l>die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live</l>
<l>all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;</l>
<l>as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was</l>
<l>valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I</l>
<l>slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his</l>
<l>fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his</l>
<l>ambition. Who is here so base that would be a</l>
<l>bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.</l>
<l>Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If</l>
<l>any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so</l>
<l>vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;</l>
<l>for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>None, Brutus, none.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Then none have I offended. I have done no more to</l>
<l>Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of</l>
<l>his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not</l>
<l>extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences</l>
<l>enforced, for which he suffered death.</l>
<l>Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who,</l>
<l>though he had no hand in his death, shall receive</l>
<l>the benefit of his dying, a place in the</l>
<l>commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this</l>
<l>I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the</l>
<l>good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,</l>
<l>when it shall please my country to need my death.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body<move type="entrance"
who="ANTONY"/></stage>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>Live, Brutus! live, live!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Bring him with triumph home unto his house.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Give him a statue with his ancestors.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Let him be Caesar.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Caesar's better parts</l>
<l>Shall be crown'd in Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>We'll bring him to his house</l>
<l>With shouts and clamours.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>My countrymen,--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Peace, ho!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Good countrymen, let me depart alone,</l>
<l>And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:</l>
<l>Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech</l>
<l>Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,</l>
<l>By our permission, is allow'd to make.</l>
<l>I do entreat you, not a man depart,</l>
<l>Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Let him go up into the public chair;</l>
<l>We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Goes into the pulpit</stage>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>What does he say of Brutus?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>He says, for Brutus' sake,</l>
<l>He finds himself beholding to us all.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>This Caesar was a tyrant.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Nay, that's certain:</l>
<l>We are blest that Rome is rid of him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>You gentle Romans,--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Citizens">
<speaker>Citizens</speaker>
<l>Peace, ho! let us hear him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;</l>
<l>I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.</l>
<l>The evil that men do lives after them;</l>
<l>The good is oft interred with their bones;</l>
<l>So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus</l>
<l>Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:</l>
<l>If it were so, it was a grievous fault,</l>
<l>And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.</l>
<l>Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--</l>
<l>For Brutus is an honourable man;</l>
<l>So are they all, all honourable men--</l>
<l>Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.</l>
<l>He was my friend, faithful and just to me:</l>
<l>But Brutus says he was ambitious;</l>
<l>And Brutus is an honourable man.</l>
<l>He hath brought many captives home to Rome</l>
<l>Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:</l>
<l>Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?</l>
<l>When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:</l>
<l>Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:</l>
<l>Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;</l>
<l>And Brutus is an honourable man.</l>
<l>You all did see that on the Lupercal</l>
<l>I thrice presented him a kingly crown,</l>
<l>Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?</l>
<l>Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;</l>
<l>And, sure, he is an honourable man.</l>
<l>I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,</l>
<l>But here I am to speak what I do know.</l>
<l>You all did love him once, not without cause:</l>
<l>What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?</l>
<l>O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,</l>
<l>And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;</l>
<l>My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,</l>
<l>And I must pause till it come back to me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>If thou consider rightly of the matter,</l>
<l>Caesar has had great wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Has he, masters?</l>
<l>I fear there will a worse come in his place.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;</l>
<l>Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>If it be found so, some will dear abide it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Now mark him, he begins again to speak.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>But yesterday the word of Caesar might</l>
<l>Have stood against the world; now lies he there.</l>
<l>And none so poor to do him reverence.</l>
<l>O masters, if I were disposed to stir</l>
<l>Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,</l>
<l>I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,</l>
<l>Who, you all know, are honourable men:</l>
<l>I will not do them wrong; I rather choose</l>
<l>To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,</l>
<l>Than I will wrong such honourable men.</l>
<l>But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;</l>
<l>I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:</l>
<l>Let but the commons hear this testament--</l>
<l>Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--</l>
<l>And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds</l>
<l>And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,</l>
<l>Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,</l>
<l>And, dying, mention it within their wills,</l>
<l>Bequeathing it as a rich legacy</l>
<l>Unto their issue.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;</l>
<l>It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.</l>
<l>You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;</l>
<l>And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,</l>
<l>It will inflame you, it will make you mad:</l>
<l>'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;</l>
<l>For, if you should, O, what would come of it!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;</l>
<l>You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?</l>
<l>I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:</l>
<l>I fear I wrong the honourable men</l>
<l>Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>They were traitors: honourable men!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>The will! the testament!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>You will compel me, then, to read the will?</l>
<l>Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,</l>
<l>And let me show you him that made the will.</l>
<l>Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Several Citizens">
<speaker>Several Citizens</speaker>
<l>Come down.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Descend.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>You shall have leave.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">ANTONY comes down</stage>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>A ring; stand round.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Room for Antony, most noble Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Several Citizens">
<speaker>Several Citizens</speaker>
<l>Stand back; room; bear back.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.</l>
<l>You all do know this mantle: I remember</l>
<l>The first time ever Caesar put it on;</l>
<l>'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,</l>
<l>That day he overcame the Nervii:</l>
<l>Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:</l>
<l>See what a rent the envious Casca made:</l>
<l>Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;</l>
<l>And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,</l>
<l>Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,</l>
<l>As rushing out of doors, to be resolved</l>
<l>If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;</l>
<l>For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:</l>
<l>Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!</l>
<l>This was the most unkindest cut of all;</l>
<l>For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,</l>
<l>Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,</l>
<l>Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;</l>
<l>And, in his mantle muffling up his face,</l>
<l>Even at the base of Pompey's statua,</l>
<l>Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.</l>
<l>O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!</l>
<l>Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,</l>
<l>Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.</l>
<l>O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel</l>
<l>The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.</l>
<l>Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold</l>
<l>Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,</l>
<l>Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>O piteous spectacle!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>O noble Caesar!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>O woful day!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>O traitors, villains!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>O most bloody sight!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>We will be revenged.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!</l>
<l>Let not a traitor live!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Stay, countrymen.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Peace there! hear the noble Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up</l>
<l>To such a sudden flood of mutiny.</l>
<l>They that have done this deed are honourable:</l>
<l>What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,</l>
<l>That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,</l>
<l>And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.</l>
<l>I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:</l>
<l>I am no orator, as Brutus is;</l>
<l>But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,</l>
<l>That love my friend; and that they know full well</l>
<l>That gave me public leave to speak of him:</l>
<l>For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,</l>
<l>Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,</l>
<l>To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;</l>
<l>I tell you that which you yourselves do know;</l>
<l>Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,</l>
<l>And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,</l>
<l>And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony</l>
<l>Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue</l>
<l>In every wound of Caesar that should move</l>
<l>The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>We'll mutiny.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>We'll burn the house of Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:</l>
<l>Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?</l>
<l>Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:</l>
<l>You have forgot the will I told you of.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.</l>
<l>To every Roman citizen he gives,</l>
<l>To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>O royal Caesar!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Hear me with patience.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="All">
<speaker>All</speaker>
<l>Peace, ho!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,</l>
<l>His private arbours and new-planted orchards,</l>
<l>On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,</l>
<l>And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,</l>
<l>To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.</l>
<l>Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Never, never. Come, away, away!</l>
<l>We'll burn his body in the holy place,</l>
<l>And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.</l>
<l>Take up the body.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Go fetch fire.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Pluck down benches.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt Citizens with the body<move type="exit" who="C"/></stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,</l>
<l>Take thou what course thou wilt!</l>
<l>How now, fellow!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter a Servant</stage>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Where is he?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>And thither will I straight to visit him:</l>
<l>He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,</l>
<l>And in this mood will give us any thing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Servant">
<speaker>Servant</speaker>
<l>I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius</l>
<l>Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Belike they had some notice of the people,</l>
<l>How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III. A street.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter CINNA the poet<move type="entrance" who="CINNA"/></stage>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Caesar,</l>
<l>And things unlucky charge my fantasy:</l>
<l>I have no will to wander forth of doors,</l>
<l>Yet something leads me forth.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter Citizens<move type="entrance" who="C"/></stage>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>What is your name?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Whither are you going?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Where do you dwell?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Are you a married man or a bachelor?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>Answer every man directly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Ay, and briefly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Ay, and wisely.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Ay, and truly, you were best.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I</l>
<l>dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, to</l>
<l>answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and</l>
<l>truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:</l>
<l>you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>As a friend or an enemy?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>As a friend.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Citizen">
<speaker>Second Citizen</speaker>
<l>That matter is answered directly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>For your dwelling,--briefly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Your name, sir, truly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>Truly, my name is Cinna.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Citizen">
<speaker>First Citizen</speaker>
<l>Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CINNA THE POET">
<speaker>CINNA THE POET</speaker>
<l>I am not Cinna the conspirator.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Fourth Citizen">
<speaker>Fourth Citizen</speaker>
<l>It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his</l>
<l>name out of his heart, and turn him going.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Citizen">
<speaker>Third Citizen</speaker>
<l>Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:</l>
<l>to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'</l>
<l>house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
</div0>
<div0 type="act" n="4">
<head>ACT IV</head>
<div1 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I. A house in Rome.</head>
<stage type="TBD">ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table</stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LEPIDUS">
<speaker>LEPIDUS</speaker>
<l>I do consent--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Prick him down, Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LEPIDUS">
<speaker>LEPIDUS</speaker>
<l>Upon condition Publius shall not live,</l>
<l>Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.</l>
<l>But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;</l>
<l>Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine</l>
<l>How to cut off some charge in legacies.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LEPIDUS">
<speaker>LEPIDUS</speaker>
<l>What, shall I find you here?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Or here, or at the Capitol.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LEPIDUS<move type="exit" who="LEPIDUS"/></stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>This is a slight unmeritable man,</l>
<l>Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,</l>
<l>The three-fold world divided, he should stand</l>
<l>One of the three to share it?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>So you thought him;</l>
<l>And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,</l>
<l>In our black sentence and proscription.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Octavius, I have seen more days than you:</l>
<l>And though we lay these honours on this man,</l>
<l>To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,</l>
<l>He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,</l>
<l>To groan and sweat under the business,</l>
<l>Either led or driven, as we point the way;</l>
<l>And having brought our treasure where we will,</l>
<l>Then take we down his load, and turn him off,</l>
<l>Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,</l>
<l>And graze in commons.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>You may do your will;</l>
<l>But he's a tried and valiant soldier.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>So is my horse, Octavius; and for that</l>
<l>I do appoint him store of provender:</l>
<l>It is a creature that I teach to fight,</l>
<l>To wind, to stop, to run directly on,</l>
<l>His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.</l>
<l>And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;</l>
<l>He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;</l>
<l>A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds</l>
<l>On abjects, orts and imitations,</l>
<l>Which, out of use and staled by other men,</l>
<l>Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,</l>
<l>But as a property. And now, Octavius,</l>
<l>Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius</l>
<l>Are levying powers: we must straight make head:</l>
<l>Therefore let our alliance be combined,</l>
<l>Our best friends made, our means stretch'd</l>
<l>And let us presently go sit in council,</l>
<l>How covert matters may be best disclosed,</l>
<l>And open perils surest answered.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Let us do so: for we are at the stake,</l>
<l>And bay'd about with many enemies;</l>
<l>And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,</l>
<l>Millions of mischiefs.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers; TITINIUS and
PINDARUS meeting them<move type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Stand, ho!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>Give the word, ho! and stand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>He is at hand; and Pindarus is come</l>
<l>To do you salutation from his master.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,</l>
<l>In his own change, or by ill officers,</l>
<l>Hath given me some worthy cause to wish</l>
<l>Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,</l>
<l>I shall be satisfied.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PINDARUS">
<speaker>PINDARUS</speaker>
<l>I do not doubt</l>
<l>But that my noble master will appear</l>
<l>Such as he is, full of regard and honour.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;</l>
<l>How he received you, let me be resolved.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>With courtesy and with respect enough;</l>
<l>But not with such familiar instances,</l>
<l>Nor with such free and friendly conference,</l>
<l>As he hath used of old.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Thou hast described</l>
<l>A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,</l>
<l>When love begins to sicken and decay,</l>
<l>It useth an enforced ceremony.</l>
<l>There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;</l>
<l>But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,</l>
<l>Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;</l>
<l>But when they should endure the bloody spur,</l>
<l>They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,</l>
<l>Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;</l>
<l>The greater part, the horse in general,</l>
<l>Are come with Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Hark! he is arrived.</l>
<l>March gently on to meet him.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Low march within</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter CASSIUS and his powers<move type="entrance" who="CASSIUS"
/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Stand, ho!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Stand, ho! Speak the word along.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Soldier">
<speaker>First Soldier</speaker>
<l>Stand!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Soldier">
<speaker>Second Soldier</speaker>
<l>Stand!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Third Soldier">
<speaker>Third Soldier</speaker>
<l>Stand!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?</l>
<l>And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;</l>
<l>And when you do them--</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Cassius, be content.</l>
<l>Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.</l>
<l>Before the eyes of both our armies here,</l>
<l>Which should perceive nothing but love from us,</l>
<l>Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;</l>
<l>Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,</l>
<l>And I will give you audience.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Pindarus,</l>
<l>Bid our commanders lead their charges off</l>
<l>A little from this ground.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man</l>
<l>Come to our tent till we have done our conference.</l>
<l>Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III. Brutus's tent.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS<move type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:</l>
<l>You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella</l>
<l>For taking bribes here of the Sardians;</l>
<l>Wherein my letters, praying on his side,</l>
<l>Because I knew the man, were slighted off.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You wronged yourself to write in such a case.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>In such a time as this it is not meet</l>
<l>That every nice offence should bear his comment.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself</l>
<l>Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;</l>
<l>To sell and mart your offices for gold</l>
<l>To undeservers.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I an itching palm!</l>
<l>You know that you are Brutus that speak this,</l>
<l>Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>The name of Cassius honours this corruption,</l>
<l>And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Chastisement!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Remember March, the ides of March remember:</l>
<l>Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?</l>
<l>What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,</l>
<l>And not for justice? What, shall one of us</l>
<l>That struck the foremost man of all this world</l>
<l>But for supporting robbers, shall we now</l>
<l>Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,</l>
<l>And sell the mighty space of our large honours</l>
<l>For so much trash as may be grasped thus?</l>
<l>I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,</l>
<l>Than such a Roman.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Brutus, bay not me;</l>
<l>I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,</l>
<l>To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,</l>
<l>Older in practise, abler than yourself</l>
<l>To make conditions.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Go to; you are not, Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I am.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I say you are not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;</l>
<l>Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Away, slight man!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Is't possible?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Hear me, for I will speak.</l>
<l>Must I give way and room to your rash choler?</l>
<l>Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;</l>
<l>Go show your slaves how choleric you are,</l>
<l>And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?</l>
<l>Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch</l>
<l>Under your testy humour? By the gods</l>
<l>You shall digest the venom of your spleen,</l>
<l>Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,</l>
<l>I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,</l>
<l>When you are waspish.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Is it come to this?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You say you are a better soldier:</l>
<l>Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,</l>
<l>And it shall please me well: for mine own part,</l>
<l>I shall be glad to learn of noble men.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;</l>
<l>I said, an elder soldier, not a better:</l>
<l>Did I say 'better'?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>If you did, I care not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I durst not!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>What, durst not tempt him!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>For your life you durst not!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Do not presume too much upon my love;</l>
<l>I may do that I shall be sorry for.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You have done that you should be sorry for.</l>
<l>There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,</l>
<l>For I am arm'd so strong in honesty</l>
<l>That they pass by me as the idle wind,</l>
<l>Which I respect not. I did send to you</l>
<l>For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:</l>
<l>For I can raise no money by vile means:</l>
<l>By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,</l>
<l>And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring</l>
<l>From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash</l>
<l>By any indirection: I did send</l>
<l>To you for gold to pay my legions,</l>
<l>Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?</l>
<l>Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?</l>
<l>When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,</l>
<l>To lock such rascal counters from his friends,</l>
<l>Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;</l>
<l>Dash him to pieces!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I denied you not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>You did.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I did not: he was but a fool that brought</l>
<l>My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:</l>
<l>A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,</l>
<l>But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I do not, till you practise them on me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>You love me not.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I do not like your faults.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>A friendly eye could never see such faults.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>A flatterer's would not, though they do appear</l>
<l>As huge as high Olympus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,</l>
<l>Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,</l>
<l>For Cassius is aweary of the world;</l>
<l>Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;</l>
<l>Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,</l>
<l>Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,</l>
<l>To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep</l>
<l>My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,</l>
<l>And here my naked breast; within, a heart</l>
<l>Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:</l>
<l>If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;</l>
<l>I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:</l>
<l>Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,</l>
<l>When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better</l>
<l>Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Sheathe your dagger:</l>
<l>Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;</l>
<l>Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.</l>
<l>O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb</l>
<l>That carries anger as the flint bears fire;</l>
<l>Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,</l>
<l>And straight is cold again.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Hath Cassius lived</l>
<l>To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,</l>
<l>When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>And my heart too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>O Brutus!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What's the matter?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Have not you love enough to bear with me,</l>
<l>When that rash humour which my mother gave me</l>
<l>Makes me forgetful?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,</l>
<l>When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,</l>
<l>He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Poet">
<speaker>Poet</speaker>
<l>[Within] Let me go in to see the generals;</l>
<l>There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet</l>
<l>They be alone.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>[Within] You shall not come to them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Poet">
<speaker>Poet</speaker>
<l>[Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS<move
type="entrance" who="P"/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>How now! what's the matter?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Poet">
<speaker>Poet</speaker>
<l>For shame, you generals! what do you mean?</l>
<l>Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;</l>
<l>For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:</l>
<l>What should the wars do with these jigging fools?</l>
<l>Companion, hence!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Away, away, be gone.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit Poet<move type="exit" who="P"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders</l>
<l>Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you</l>
<l>Immediately to us.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCILIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Lucius, a bowl of wine!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LUCIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I did not think you could have been so angry.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Of your philosophy you make no use,</l>
<l>If you give place to accidental evils.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Ha! Portia!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>She is dead.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?</l>
<l>O insupportable and touching loss!</l>
<l>Upon what sickness?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Impatient of my absence,</l>
<l>And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony</l>
<l>Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death</l>
<l>That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,</l>
<l>And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>And died so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Even so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>O ye immortal gods!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.</l>
<l>In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.</l>
<l>Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;</l>
<l>I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Come in, Titinius!</l>
<l>Welcome, good Messala.</l>
<l>Now sit we close about this taper here,</l>
<l>And call in question our necessities.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LUCIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Portia, art thou gone?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No more, I pray you.</l>
<l>Messala, I have here received letters,</l>
<l>That young Octavius and Mark Antony</l>
<l>Come down upon us with a mighty power,</l>
<l>Bending their expedition toward Philippi.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>With what addition?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>That by proscription and bills of outlawry,</l>
<l>Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,</l>
<l>Have put to death an hundred senators.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Therein our letters do not well agree;</l>
<l>Mine speak of seventy senators that died</l>
<l>By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Cicero one!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Cicero is dead,</l>
<l>And by that order of proscription.</l>
<l>Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No, Messala.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Nothing, Messala.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>That, methinks, is strange.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>No, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:</l>
<l>For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:</l>
<l>With meditating that she must die once,</l>
<l>I have the patience to endure it now.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Even so great men great losses should endure.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I have as much of this in art as you,</l>
<l>But yet my nature could not bear it so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Well, to our work alive. What do you think</l>
<l>Of marching to Philippi presently?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I do not think it good.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Your reason?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>This it is:</l>
<l>'Tis better that the enemy seek us:</l>
<l>So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,</l>
<l>Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,</l>
<l>Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.</l>
<l>The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground</l>
<l>Do stand but in a forced affection;</l>
<l>For they have grudged us contribution:</l>
<l>The enemy, marching along by them,</l>
<l>By them shall make a fuller number up,</l>
<l>Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;</l>
<l>From which advantage shall we cut him off,</l>
<l>If at Philippi we do face him there,</l>
<l>These people at our back.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Hear me, good brother.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Under your pardon. You must note beside,</l>
<l>That we have tried the utmost of our friends,</l>
<l>Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:</l>
<l>The enemy increaseth every day;</l>
<l>We, at the height, are ready to decline.</l>
<l>There is a tide in the affairs of men,</l>
<l>Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;</l>
<l>Omitted, all the voyage of their life</l>
<l>Is bound in shallows and in miseries.</l>
<l>On such a full sea are we now afloat;</l>
<l>And we must take the current when it serves,</l>
<l>Or lose our ventures.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Then, with your will, go on;</l>
<l>We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>The deep of night is crept upon our talk,</l>
<l>And nature must obey necessity;</l>
<l>Which we will niggard with a little rest.</l>
<l>There is no more to say?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>No more. Good night:</l>
<l>Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Lucius!</l>
<l>My gown.</l>
<l>Farewell, good Messala:</l>
<l>Good night, Titinius. Noble, noble Cassius,</l>
<l>Good night, and good repose.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter LUCIUS<move type="entrance" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Exit LUCIUS<move type="exit" who="LUCIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>O my dear brother!</l>
<l>This was an ill beginning of the night:</l>
<l>Never come such division 'tween our souls!</l>
<l>Let it not, Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Every thing is well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Good night, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Good night, good brother.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>Good night, Lord Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Good night, Lord Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Farewell, every one.</l>
<l>Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt all but BRUTUS</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Here in the tent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>What, thou speak'st drowsily?</l>
<l>Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.</l>
<l>Call Claudius and some other of my men:</l>
<l>I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Varro and Claudius!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS<move type="entrance" who="VARRO"/></stage>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>Calls my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;</l>
<l>It may be I shall raise you by and by</l>
<l>On business to my brother Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;</l>
<l>It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.</l>
<l>Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;</l>
<l>I put it in the pocket of my gown.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">VARRO and CLAUDIUS lie down</stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I was sure your lordship did not give it me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.</l>
<l>Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,</l>
<l>And touch thy instrument a strain or two?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Ay, my lord, an't please you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>It does, my boy:</l>
<l>I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>It is my duty, sir.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>I should not urge thy duty past thy might;</l>
<l>I know young bloods look for a time of rest.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>I have slept, my lord, already.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;</l>
<l>I will not hold thee long: if I do live,</l>
<l>I will be good to thee.</l>
<l>This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,</l>
<l>Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,</l>
<l>That plays thee music? Gentle knave, good night;</l>
<l>I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:</l>
<l>If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument;</l>
<l>I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.</l>
<l>Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down</l>
<l>Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.</l>
<l>How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?</l>
<l>I think it is the weakness of mine eyes</l>
<l>That shapes this monstrous apparition.</l>
<l>It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?</l>
<l>Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,</l>
<l>That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?</l>
<l>Speak to me what thou art.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Music, and a song</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Enter the Ghost of CAESAR</stage>
<sp who="GHOST">
<speaker>GHOST</speaker>
<l>Thy evil spirit, Brutus.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why comest thou?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="GHOST">
<speaker>GHOST</speaker>
<l>To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Well; then I shall see thee again?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="GHOST">
<speaker>GHOST</speaker>
<l>Ay, at Philippi.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.</l>
<l>Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:</l>
<l>Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.</l>
<l>Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit Ghost<move type="exit" who="G"/></stage>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>The strings, my lord, are false.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>He thinks he still is at his instrument.</l>
<l>Lucius, awake!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>My lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>My lord, I do not know that I did cry.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCIUS">
<speaker>LUCIUS</speaker>
<l>Nothing, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!</l>
<l>Fellow thou, awake!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">To VARRO</stage>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>My lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLAUDIUS">
<speaker>CLAUDIUS</speaker>
<l>My lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>Did we, my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLAUDIUS">
<speaker>CLAUDIUS</speaker>
<l>Did we, my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Ay: saw you any thing?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>No, my lord, I saw nothing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLAUDIUS">
<speaker>CLAUDIUS</speaker>
<l>Nor I, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;</l>
<l>Bid him set on his powers betimes before,</l>
<l>And we will follow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VARRO">
<speaker>VARRO</speaker>
<l>It shall be done, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLAUDIUS">
<speaker>CLAUDIUS</speaker>
<l>It shall be done, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
</div0>
<div0 type="act" n="5">
<head>ACT V</head>
<div1 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army<move type="entrance"
who="OCTAVIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:</l>
<l>You said the enemy would not come down,</l>
<l>But keep the hills and upper regions;</l>
<l>It proves not so: their battles are at hand;</l>
<l>They mean to warn us at Philippi here,</l>
<l>Answering before we do demand of them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know</l>
<l>Wherefore they do it: they could be content</l>
<l>To visit other places; and come down</l>
<l>With fearful bravery, thinking by this face</l>
<l>To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;</l>
<l>But 'tis not so.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter a Messenger</stage>
<sp who="Messenger">
<speaker>Messenger</speaker>
<l>Prepare you, generals:</l>
<l>The enemy comes on in gallant show;</l>
<l>Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,</l>
<l>And something to be done immediately.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Octavius, lead your battle softly on,</l>
<l>Upon the left hand of the even field.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Why do you cross me in this exigent?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>I do not cross you; but I will do so.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">March</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS,
MESSALA, and others<move type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>They stand, and would have parley.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.</l>
<l>Make forth; the generals would have some words.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Stir not until the signal.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Not that we love words better, as you do.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:</l>
<l>Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,</l>
<l>Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Antony,</l>
<l>The posture of your blows are yet unknown;</l>
<l>But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,</l>
<l>And leave them honeyless.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Not stingless too.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O, yes, and soundless too;</l>
<l>For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,</l>
<l>And very wisely threat before you sting.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers</l>
<l>Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:</l>
<l>You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,</l>
<l>And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;</l>
<l>Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind</l>
<l>Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Flatterers! Now, Brutus, thank yourself:</l>
<l>This tongue had not offended so to-day,</l>
<l>If Cassius might have ruled.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat,</l>
<l>The proof of it will turn to redder drops. Look;</l>
<l>I draw a sword against conspirators;</l>
<l>When think you that the sword goes up again?</l>
<l>Never, till Caesar's three and thirty wounds</l>
<l>Be well avenged; or till another Caesar</l>
<l>Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,</l>
<l>Unless thou bring'st them with thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>So I hope;</l>
<l>I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,</l>
<l>Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,</l>
<l>Join'd with a masker and a reveller!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Old Cassius still!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Come, Antony, away!</l>
<l>Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth:</l>
<l>If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;</l>
<l>If not, when you have stomachs.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their army<move type="exit" who="OCTAVIUS"
/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!</l>
<l>The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>[Standing forth] My lord?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Messala!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>[Standing forth] What says my general?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Messala,</l>
<l>This is my birth-day; as this very day</l>
<l>Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala:</l>
<l>Be thou my witness that against my will,</l>
<l>As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set</l>
<l>Upon one battle all our liberties.</l>
<l>You know that I held Epicurus strong</l>
<l>And his opinion: now I change my mind,</l>
<l>And partly credit things that do presage.</l>
<l>Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign</l>
<l>Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perch'd,</l>
<l>Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands;</l>
<l>Who to Philippi here consorted us:</l>
<l>This morning are they fled away and gone;</l>
<l>And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites,</l>
<l>Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us,</l>
<l>As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem</l>
<l>A canopy most fatal, under which</l>
<l>Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Believe not so.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>I but believe it partly;</l>
<l>For I am fresh of spirit and resolved</l>
<l>To meet all perils very constantly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Even so, Lucilius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Now, most noble Brutus,</l>
<l>The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,</l>
<l>Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!</l>
<l>But since the affairs of men rest still incertain,</l>
<l>Let's reason with the worst that may befall.</l>
<l>If we do lose this battle, then is this</l>
<l>The very last time we shall speak together:</l>
<l>What are you then determined to do?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Even by the rule of that philosophy</l>
<l>By which I did blame Cato for the death</l>
<l>Which he did give himself, I know not how,</l>
<l>But I do find it cowardly and vile,</l>
<l>For fear of what might fall, so to prevent</l>
<l>The time of life: arming myself with patience</l>
<l>To stay the providence of some high powers</l>
<l>That govern us below.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Then, if we lose this battle,</l>
<l>You are contented to be led in triumph</l>
<l>Thorough the streets of Rome?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,</l>
<l>That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome;</l>
<l>He bears too great a mind. But this same day</l>
<l>Must end that work the ides of March begun;</l>
<l>And whether we shall meet again I know not.</l>
<l>Therefore our everlasting farewell take:</l>
<l>For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!</l>
<l>If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;</l>
<l>If not, why then, this parting was well made.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!</l>
<l>If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;</l>
<l>If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know</l>
<l>The end of this day's business ere it come!</l>
<l>But it sufficeth that the day will end,</l>
<l>And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum. Enter BRUTUS and MESSALA<move type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"
/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills</l>
<l>Unto the legions on the other side.</l>
<l>Let them set on at once; for I perceive</l>
<l>But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,</l>
<l>And sudden push gives them the overthrow.</l>
<l>Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Loud alarum</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III. Another part of the field.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Alarums. Enter CASSIUS and TITINIUS<move type="entrance" who="CASSIUS"
/></stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!</l>
<l>Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy:</l>
<l>This ensign here of mine was turning back;</l>
<l>I slew the coward, and did take it from him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early;</l>
<l>Who, having some advantage on Octavius,</l>
<l>Took it too eagerly: his soldiers fell to spoil,</l>
<l>Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter PINDARUS<move type="entrance" who="PINDARUS"/></stage>
<sp who="PINDARUS">
<speaker>PINDARUS</speaker>
<l>Fly further off, my lord, fly further off;</l>
<l>Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord</l>
<l>Fly, therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius;</l>
<l>Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>They are, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Titinius, if thou lovest me,</l>
<l>Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him,</l>
<l>Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,</l>
<l>And here again; that I may rest assured</l>
<l>Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>I will be here again, even with a thought.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill;</l>
<l>My sight was ever thick; regard Titinius,</l>
<l>And tell me what thou notest about the field.</l>
<l>This day I breathed first: time is come round,</l>
<l>And where I did begin, there shall I end;</l>
<l>My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">PINDARUS ascends the hill</stage>
<sp who="PINDARUS">
<speaker>PINDARUS</speaker>
<l>[Above] O my lord!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>What news?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="PINDARUS">
<speaker>PINDARUS</speaker>
<l>[Above] Titinius is enclosed round about</l>
<l>With horsemen, that make to him on the spur;</l>
<l>Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.</l>
<l>Now, Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.</l>
<l>He's ta'en.</l>
<l>And, hark! they shout for joy.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Shout</stage>
<sp who="CASSIUS">
<speaker>CASSIUS</speaker>
<l>Come down, behold no more.</l>
<l>O, coward that I am, to live so long,</l>
<l>To see my best friend ta'en before my face!</l>
<l>Come hither, sirrah:</l>
<l>In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;</l>
<l>And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,</l>
<l>That whatsoever I did bid thee do,</l>
<l>Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine oath;</l>
<l>Now be a freeman: and with this good sword,</l>
<l>That ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.</l>
<l>Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts;</l>
<l>And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,</l>
<l>Guide thou the sword.</l>
<l>Caesar, thou art revenged,</l>
<l>Even with the sword that kill'd thee.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">PINDARUS descends</stage>
<stage type="TBD">PINDARUS stabs him</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Dies</stage>
<sp who="PINDARUS">
<speaker>PINDARUS</speaker>
<l>So, I am free; yet would not so have been,</l>
<l>Durst I have done my will. O Cassius,</l>
<l>Far from this country Pindarus shall run,</l>
<l>Where never Roman shall take note of him.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Re-enter TITINIUS with MESSALA</stage>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius</l>
<l>Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,</l>
<l>As Cassius' legions are by Antony.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>These tidings will well comfort Cassius.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Where did you leave him?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>All disconsolate,</l>
<l>With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>He lies not like the living. O my heart!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Is not that he?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>No, this was he, Messala,</l>
<l>But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,</l>
<l>As in thy red rays thou dost sink to-night,</l>
<l>So in his red blood Cassius' day is set;</l>
<l>The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone;</l>
<l>Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done!</l>
<l>Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.</l>
<l>O hateful error, melancholy's child,</l>
<l>Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men</l>
<l>The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,</l>
<l>Thou never comest unto a happy birth,</l>
<l>But kill'st the mother that engender'd thee!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>What, Pindarus! where art thou, Pindarus?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet</l>
<l>The noble Brutus, thrusting this report</l>
<l>Into his ears; I may say, thrusting it;</l>
<l>For piercing steel and darts envenomed</l>
<l>Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus</l>
<l>As tidings of this sight.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="TITINIUS">
<speaker>TITINIUS</speaker>
<l>Hie you, Messala,</l>
<l>And I will seek for Pindarus the while.</l>
<l>Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?</l>
<l>Did I not meet thy friends? and did not they</l>
<l>Put on my brows this wreath of victory,</l>
<l>And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their shouts?</l>
<l>Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!</l>
<l>But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;</l>
<l>Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I</l>
<l>Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,</l>
<l>And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.</l>
<l>By your leave, gods:--this is a Roman's part</l>
<l>Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit MESSALA<move type="exit" who="MESSALA"/></stage>
<stage type="TBD">Kills himself</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and
LUCILIUS</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Titinius' face is upward.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CATO">
<speaker>CATO</speaker>
<l>He is slain.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!</l>
<l>Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords</l>
<l>In our own proper entrails.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Low alarums</stage>
<sp who="CATO">
<speaker>CATO</speaker>
<l>Brave Titinius!</l>
<l>Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Are yet two Romans living such as these?</l>
<l>The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!</l>
<l>It is impossible that ever Rome</l>
<l>Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears</l>
<l>To this dead man than you shall see me pay.</l>
<l>I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.</l>
<l>Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body:</l>
<l>His funerals shall not be in our camp,</l>
<l>Lest it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;</l>
<l>And come, young Cato; let us to the field.</l>
<l>Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on:</l>
<l>'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night</l>
<l>We shall try fortune in a second fight.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV. Another part of the field.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum. Enter fighting, Soldiers of both armies; then BRUTUS, CATO,
LUCILIUS, and others</stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CATO">
<speaker>CATO</speaker>
<l>What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?</l>
<l>I will proclaim my name about the field:</l>
<l>I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!</l>
<l>A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;</l>
<l>I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;</l>
<l>Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exit</stage>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>O young and noble Cato, art thou down?</l>
<l>Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius;</l>
<l>And mayst be honour'd, being Cato's son.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Soldier">
<speaker>First Soldier</speaker>
<l>Yield, or thou diest.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>Only I yield to die:</l>
<l>There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight;</l>
<l>Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Offering money</stage>
<sp who="First Soldier">
<speaker>First Soldier</speaker>
<l>We must not. A noble prisoner!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="Second Soldier">
<speaker>Second Soldier</speaker>
<l>Room, ho! Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="First Soldier">
<speaker>First Soldier</speaker>
<l>I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.</l>
<l>Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Enter ANTONY<move type="entrance" who="ANTONY"/></stage>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>Where is he?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:</l>
<l>I dare assure thee that no enemy</l>
<l>Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:</l>
<l>The gods defend him from so great a shame!</l>
<l>When you do find him, or alive or dead,</l>
<l>He will be found like Brutus, like himself.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,</l>
<l>A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;</l>
<l>Give him all kindness: I had rather have</l>
<l>Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,</l>
<l>And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;</l>
<l>And bring us word unto Octavius' tent</l>
<l>How every thing is chanced.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
<div1 type="scene" n="5">
<head>SCENE V. Another part of the field.</head>
<stage type="TBD">Enter BRUTUS, DARDANIUS, CLITUS, STRATO, and VOLUMNIUS<move
type="entrance" who="BRUTUS"/></stage>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,</l>
<l>He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;</l>
<l>It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Whispers</stage>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Peace then! no words.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>I'll rather kill myself.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Hark thee, Dardanius.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Whispers</stage>
<sp who="DARDANIUS">
<speaker>DARDANIUS</speaker>
<l>Shall I do such a deed?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>O Dardanius!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DARDANIUS">
<speaker>DARDANIUS</speaker>
<l>O Clitus!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>What ill request did Brutus make to thee?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="DARDANIUS">
<speaker>DARDANIUS</speaker>
<l>To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>Now is that noble vessel full of grief,</l>
<l>That it runs over even at his eyes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VOLUMNIUS">
<speaker>VOLUMNIUS</speaker>
<l>What says my lord?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Why, this, Volumnius:</l>
<l>The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me</l>
<l>Two several times by night; at Sardis once,</l>
<l>And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:</l>
<l>I know my hour is come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="VOLUMNIUS">
<speaker>VOLUMNIUS</speaker>
<l>Not so, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.</l>
<l>Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes;</l>
<l>Our enemies have beat us to the pit:</l>
<l>It is more worthy to leap in ourselves,</l>
<l>Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,</l>
<l>Thou know'st that we two went to school together:</l>
<l>Even for that our love of old, I prithee,</l>
<l>Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Low alarums</stage>
<sp who="VOLUMNIUS">
<speaker>VOLUMNIUS</speaker>
<l>That's not an office for a friend, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum still</stage>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.</l>
<l>Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep;</l>
<l>Farewell to thee too, Strato. Countrymen,</l>
<l>My heart doth joy that yet in all my life</l>
<l>I found no man but he was true to me.</l>
<l>I shall have glory by this losing day</l>
<l>More than Octavius and Mark Antony</l>
<l>By this vile conquest shall attain unto.</l>
<l>So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue</l>
<l>Hath almost ended his life's history:</l>
<l>Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,</l>
<l>That have but labour'd to attain this hour.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum. Cry within, 'Fly, fly, fly!'</stage>
<sp who="CLITUS">
<speaker>CLITUS</speaker>
<l>Fly, my lord, fly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Hence! I will follow.</l>
<l>I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:</l>
<l>Thou art a fellow of a good respect;</l>
<l>Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:</l>
<l>Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,</l>
<l>While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS<move type="exit" who="CLITUS"
/></stage>
<sp who="STRATO">
<speaker>STRATO</speaker>
<l>Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="BRUTUS">
<speaker>BRUTUS</speaker>
<l>Farewell, good Strato.</l>
<l>Caesar, now be still:</l>
<l>I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Runs on his sword</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Dies</stage>
<stage type="TBD">Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the
army<move type="entrance" who="OCTAVIUS"/></stage>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>What man is that?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>My master's man. Strato, where is thy master?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="STRATO">
<speaker>STRATO</speaker>
<l>Free from the bondage you are in, Messala:</l>
<l>The conquerors can but make a fire of him;</l>
<l>For Brutus only overcame himself,</l>
<l>And no man else hath honour by his death.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="LUCILIUS">
<speaker>LUCILIUS</speaker>
<l>So Brutus should be found. I thank thee, Brutus,</l>
<l>That thou hast proved Lucilius' saying true.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.</l>
<l>Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="STRATO">
<speaker>STRATO</speaker>
<l>Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>Do so, good Messala.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>How died my master, Strato?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="STRATO">
<speaker>STRATO</speaker>
<l>I held the sword, and he did run on it.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="MESSALA">
<speaker>MESSALA</speaker>
<l>Octavius, then take him to follow thee,</l>
<l>That did the latest service to my master.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="ANTONY">
<speaker>ANTONY</speaker>
<l>This was the noblest Roman of them all:</l>
<l>All the conspirators save only he</l>
<l>Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;</l>
<l>He only, in a general honest thought</l>
<l>And common good to all, made one of them.</l>
<l>His life was gentle, and the elements</l>
<l>So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up</l>
<l>And say to all the world 'This was a man!'</l>
</sp>
<sp who="OCTAVIUS">
<speaker>OCTAVIUS</speaker>
<l>According to his virtue let us use him,</l>
<l>With all respect and rites of burial.</l>
<l>Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,</l>
<l>Most like a soldier, order'd honourably.</l>
<l>So call the field to rest; and let's away,</l>
<l>To part the glories of this happy day.</l>
</sp>
<stage type="TBD">Exeunt</stage>
</div1>
</div0>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
