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Gaf. What, urge you your petitions in the streets ? Coine to the Capitol,
Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Gas, He wilh'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.. 1 fear our purpose is discovered.
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar ; mark him.
Caf. Calca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Bru, Caffius, be constant.
Caf Trebonius knows his time ; for look you; Brutus,', He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Dec, Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go,
Bru. He is address’d; press near, and fecond him.
Cæf. Are we all ready? what is now amifs,
1 æfar, Metellus Ciinber ebrows before thy feat. [Kneeling. An humble heart
Cæfi I must prevent thee, Cimber; These crouchings and these lowly curtesies, Might stir the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance * and firit decree. Into the lane of children... Be not fond, To think that Cæfar bears such rebel blood, 7 hat will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools ; I mean, fweet words, Low-crooked curt'Gies, and base fpaciel.fawaing, Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause. : Will he be satisfied.
pre-ordinance, for ordinance already established,
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To found more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, For the repealing of my banilh'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar ; Defiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Cf. What, Brutus?
Cafi Pardon, Cæfar; Cæfar, pardon;
Gas I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ;
Gin. O Cæfarms
Gin, Liberty! freedom! tyranny is dead
Caf. Some to the comhion pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and infranchisement.
Bru People, and Senators! be not affrighted;
Caf. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny,
Met. Stand fast together, left fome friends of Cæsar's
Bru. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer
Caf. And leave us, Publius, lelt that the people-
Bru. Do so; and let no man abide this deed,
SCENE II. Enter Trebonius.
Tre. Fled to his house amaz'd.
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures :
men stand upon.
Bru, Grant that, and then is death a benefit ;
Lafca Stoop, Romans, stoop;
" Peace! freedom ! liberty.
[Dipping their fwords in Cafar's blood.
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
Caf: So oft as that shall be,
Dec. What, shall we forth!
Let's all cry,
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
Enter a Servant,
Sar. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
Ser. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant,
Caf. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
Antony. Ant. O mighty Cæfar! dost thou lie fo low? « Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, fpoils, • Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well, I know not, Gentlemen, what you intend ; Who else must be let blood, who else is rank, Ifl myself, there is no hour fo fit As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world, I do beseech ye, if ye bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years, I shall not find mytelf so apt to die. " No place will please me fo, no means of death, • As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off, “ The choice and master spirits of this age.
Bru, O Antony! beg not your death of us. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As by our hands, and this our present ac, You see we do y yet see you but our hands, And this the bleeding business they have done. Our hearts you see not: they are pitiful ; And pity to the general wrong of Rome (As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity) Hath done this deed on Cæsar, For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony; Our arms exempt from malice; “ and our hearts, “ Of brothers' temper, do receive you
in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Caf Your voice shall be as strong as any man's In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd The multitude, beside themselves with fear'; And then we will deliver
the cause, Why I, that did love Cæsar when I ftrook him, Proceeded thus.
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand. First, Marcus Brutus, will I snake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, your’s ; now your's Metellus ; Your's, Cinna; and my valiant Casca, your's; Tho'last, not least in love, your's, good Trebonius, Gentlemen all -alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer. That I did love thee, Cæsar, oh, 'tis true, if then thy fpirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,