Julius-Caesar DOC-LN FolgerShakespeare
Julius-Caesar DOC-LN FolgerShakespeare
Julius Caesar
By William Shakespeare
Folger Shakespeare Library
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MARCUS BRUTUS
PORTIA, his wife
LUCIUS, their servant
Senators:
CICERO
PUBLIUS
POPILIUS LENA
Tribunes:
FLAVIUS
MARULLUS
A Carpenter
A Cobbler
A Soothsayer
ARTEMIDORUS
First, Second, Third, and Fourth Plebeians
CINNA the poet
PINDARUS, slave to Cassius, freed upon Cassius’s death
First, Second, Third, and Fourth Soldiers in Brutus’s army
Another Poet
A Messenger
First and Second Soldiers in Antony’s army
Citizens, Senators, Petitioners, Plebeians, Soldiers
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ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners,
including a Carpenter and a Cobbler, over the stage.
FLAVIUS
Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a laboring day without the sign
Of your profession?—Speak, what trade art thou? 5
CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.
MARULLUS
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?—
You, sir, what trade are you?
COBBLER Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am 10
but, as you would say, a cobbler.
MARULLUS
But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe
conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad
soles. 15
FLAVIUS
What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what
trade?
COBBLER Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me.
Yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
MARULLUS
What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy 20
fellow?
COBBLER Why, sir, cobble you.
FLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
COBBLER Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the
awl. I meddle with no tradesman’s matters nor 25
women’s matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, a
surgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger,
I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat’s leather have gone upon my handiwork.
FLAVIUS
But wherefore art not in thy shop today? 30
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
COBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to
get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we
make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his
triumph. 35
MARULLUS
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless
things! 40
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
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Scene 2
Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,
Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer;
after them Marullus and Flavius and Commoners.
CAESAR
Calphurnia.
CASCA Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
CAESAR Calphurnia.
CALPHURNIA Here, my lord.
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CAESAR
Stand you directly in Antonius’ way 5
When he doth run his course.—Antonius.
ANTONY Caesar, my lord.
CAESAR
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia, for our elders say
The barren, touchèd in this holy chase, 10
Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONY I shall remember.
When Caesar says “Do this,” it is performed.
CAESAR
Set on and leave no ceremony out. Sennet.
SOOTHSAYER Caesar. 15
CAESAR Ha! Who calls?
CASCA
Bid every noise be still. Peace, yet again!
CAESAR
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry “Caesar.” Speak. Caesar is turned to hear. 20
SOOTHSAYER
Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR What man is that?
BRUTUS
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
Set him before me. Let me see his face.
CASSIUS
Fellow, come from the throng. 25
The Soothsayer comes forward.
Look upon Caesar.
CAESAR
What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
Sennet. All but Brutus and Cassius exit.
CASSIUS
Will you go see the order of the course? 30
BRUTUS Not I.
CASSIUS I pray you, do.
BRUTUS
I am not gamesome. I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires. 35
I’ll leave you.
CASSIUS
Brutus, I do observe you now of late.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have.
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand 40
Over your friend that loves you.
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BRUTUS Cassius,
Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexèd I am 45
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one) 50
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
CASSIUS
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 55
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
BRUTUS
No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
CASSIUS ’Tis just. 60
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard
Where many of the best respect in Rome, 65
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
BRUTUS
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself 70
For that which is not in me?
CASSIUS
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself 75
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
Were I a common laughter, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know 80
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish and shout.
BRUTUS
What means this shouting? I do fear the people 85
Choose Caesar for their king.
CASSIUS Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
BRUTUS
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BRUTUS
The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
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CASSIUS
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you 190
What hath proceeded worthy note today.
BRUTUS
I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’s brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train.
Calphurnia’s cheek is pale, and Cicero 195
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crossed in conference by some senators.
CASSIUS
Casca will tell us what the matter is.
CAESAR Antonius. 200
ANTONY Caesar.
CAESAR
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous. 205
ANTONY
Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous.
He is a noble Roman, and well given.
CAESAR
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid 210
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort 215
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Such men as he be never at heart’s ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous. 220
I rather tell thee what is to be feared
Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.
Sennet. Caesar and his train exit
but Casca remains behind.
CASCA You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak 225
with me?
BRUTUS
Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today
That Caesar looks so sad.
CASCA Why, you were with him, were you not?
BRUTUS
I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. 230
CASCA Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being
offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
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Scene 3
Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca and Cicero.
CICERO
Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?
Why are you breathless? And why stare you so?
CASCA
Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
I have seen tempests when the scolding winds 5
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
Th’ ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds;
But never till tonight, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. 10
Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.
CICERO
Why, saw you anything more wonderful?
CASCA
A common slave (you know him well by sight) 15
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
Besides (I ha’ not since put up my sword),
Against the Capitol I met a lion, 20
Who glazed upon me and went surly by
Without annoying me. And there were drawn
Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Transformèd with their fear, who swore they saw
Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. 25
And yesterday the bird of night did sit
Even at noonday upon the marketplace,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
“These are their reasons, they are natural,” 30
For I believe they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
CICERO
Indeed, it is a strange-disposèd time.
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. 35
Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?
CASCA
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Enter Cassius.
CASSIUS
Who’s there?
CASCA A Roman.
CASSIUS Casca, by your voice.
CASCA
Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this! 45
CASSIUS
A very pleasing night to honest men.
CASCA
Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
CASSIUS
Those that have known the Earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walked about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night, 50
And thus unbracèd, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
And when the cross blue lightning seemed to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it. 55
CASCA
But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
CASSIUS
You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life 60
That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens.
But if you would consider the true cause 65
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
Why all these things change from their ordinance,
Their natures, and preformèd faculties, 70
To monstrous quality—why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state.
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man 75
Most like this dreadful night,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol;
A man no mightier than thyself or me
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Enter Cinna.
CASCA
Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
CASSIUS
’Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait.
He is a friend.—Cinna, where haste you so?
CINNA
To find out you. Who’s that? Metellus Cimber?
CASSIUS
No, it is Casca, one incorporate 140
To our attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna?
CINNA
I am glad on ’t. What a fearful night is this!
There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights.
CASSIUS Am I not stayed for? Tell me.
CINNA
Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could 145
But win the noble Brutus to our party—
CASSIUS, handing him papers
Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
And look you lay it in the Praetor’s chair,
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax 150
Upon old Brutus’ statue. All this done,
Repair to Pompey’s Porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
CINNA
All but Metellus Cimber, and he’s gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie 155
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
CASSIUS
That done, repair to Pompey’s Theater.
Cinna exits.
Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire 160
Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
CASCA
O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts,
And that which would appear offense in us
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 165
CASSIUS
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ACT 2
Scene 1
Enter Brutus in his orchard.
Enter Lucius.
Enter Lucius.
LUCIUS
The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
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Enter Lucius.
Enter Lucius.
LUCIUS
Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
BRUTUS Is he alone? 75
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LUCIUS
No, sir. There are more with him.
BRUTUS Do you know
them?
LUCIUS
No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks, 80
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favor.
BRUTUS Let ’em enter. Lucius exits.
They are the faction. O conspiracy,
Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night, 85
When evils are most free? O, then, by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none,
conspiracy.
Hide it in smiles and affability; 90
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
CASSIUS
I think we are too bold upon your rest.
Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you? 95
BRUTUS
I have been up this hour, awake all night.
Know I these men that come along with you?
CASSIUS
Yes, every man of them; and no man here
But honors you, and every one doth wish
You had but that opinion of yourself 100
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
BRUTUS He is welcome hither.
CASSIUS
This, Decius Brutus.
BRUTUS He is welcome too. 105
CASSIUS
This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUS They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
CASSIUS Shall I entreat a word? 110
Brutus and Cassius whisper.
DECIUS
Here lies the east; doth not the day break here?
CASCA No.
CINNA
O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
CASCA
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CASSIUS
Decius, well urged. I think it is not meet
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him 170
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far
As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
BRUTUS
Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, 175
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
Let’s be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar, 180
And in the spirit of men there is no blood.
O, that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,
Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully. 185
Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage
And after seem to chide ’em. This shall make 190
Our purpose necessary and not envious;
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be called purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him,
For he can do no more than Caesar’s arm 195
When Caesar’s head is off.
CASSIUS Yet I fear him,
For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar—
BRUTUS
Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
If he love Caesar, all that he can do 200
Is to himself: take thought and die for Caesar.
And that were much he should, for he is given
To sports, to wildness, and much company.
TREBONIUS
There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
For he will live and laugh at this hereafter. 205
Clock strikes.
BRUTUS
Peace, count the clock.
CASSIUS The clock hath stricken
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three.
TREBONIUS
’Tis time to part.
CASSIUS But it is doubtful yet 210
Whether Caesar will come forth today or no,
For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
It may be these apparent prodigies, 215
The unaccustomed terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers
May hold him from the Capitol today.
DECIUS
Never fear that. If he be so resolved,
I can o’ersway him, for he loves to hear 220
That unicorns may be betrayed with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does, being then most flatterèd. 225
Let me work,
For I can give his humor the true bent,
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
CASSIUS
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
BRUTUS
By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost? 230
CINNA
Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
METELLUS
Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.
I wonder none of you have thought of him.
BRUTUS
Now, good Metellus, go along by him. 235
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.
Send him but hither, and I’ll fashion him.
CASSIUS
The morning comes upon ’s. We’ll leave you,
Brutus.
And, friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember 240
What you have said, and show yourselves true
Romans.
BRUTUS
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it, as our Roman actors do, 245
With untired spirits and formal constancy.
And so good morrow to you every one.
All but Brutus exit.
Boy! Lucius!—Fast asleep? It is no matter.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies 250
Which busy care draws in the brains of men.
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Enter Portia.
LUCIUS
Here is a sick man that would speak with you. 335
BRUTUS
Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spoke of.—
Boy, stand aside. Lucius exits.
Caius Ligarius, how?
LIGARIUS
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
BRUTUS
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Scene 2
Thunder and lightning. Enter Julius Caesar in his
nightgown.
CAESAR
Nor heaven nor Earth have been at peace tonight.
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out
“Help ho, they murder Caesar!”—Who’s within?
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT My lord.
CAESAR
Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, 5
And bring me their opinions of success.
SERVANT I will, my lord. He exits.
Enter Calphurnia.
CALPHURNIA
What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
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Enter a Servant.
Enter Decius.
Enter Antony.
Scene 3
Enter Artemidorus reading a paper.
Scene 4
Enter Portia and Lucius.
PORTIA
I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay?
LUCIUS To know my errand, madam.
PORTIA
I would have had thee there and here again 5
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
Aside. O constancy, be strong upon my side;
Set a huge mountain ’tween my heart and tongue.
I have a man’s mind but a woman’s might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!— 10
Art thou here yet?
LUCIUS Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
PORTIA
Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, 15
For he went sickly forth. And take good note
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy, what noise is that?
LUCIUS I hear none, madam.
PORTIA Prithee, listen well. 20
I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
LUCIUS Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
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PORTIA
Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
SOOTHSAYER At mine own house, good lady. 25
PORTIA What is ’t o’clock?
SOOTHSAYER About the ninth hour, lady.
PORTIA
Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
SOOTHSAYER
Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand
To see him pass on to the Capitol. 30
PORTIA
Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
SOOTHSAYER
That I have, lady. If it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
PORTIA
Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards 35
him?
SOOTHSAYER
None that I know will be, much that I fear may
chance.
Good morrow to you.—Here the street is narrow.
The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, 40
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.
I’ll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Caesar as he comes along. He exits.
PORTIA
I must go in. Aside. Ay me, how weak a thing 45
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure the boy heard me. To Lucius. Brutus hath a
suit
That Caesar will not grant. Aside. O, I grow 50
faint.—
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord.
Say I am merry. Come to me again
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
They exit separately.
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ACT 3
Scene 1
Flourish. Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus; Brutus, Cassius,
Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna; Publius,
Popilius, Artemidorus, the Soothsayer, and other
Senators and Petitioners.
Enter Trebonius.
Enter a Servant.
BRUTUS
Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony’s.
SERVANT, kneeling
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: 140
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving.
Say, I love Brutus, and I honor him;
Say, I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony 145
May safely come to him and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
So well as Brutus living, but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus 150
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
BRUTUS
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman.
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Enter Antony.
BRUTUS
But here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony!
ANTONY
O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils 165
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.—
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Caesar’s death’s hour, nor no instrument 170
Of half that worth as those your swords made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech you, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years, 175
I shall not find myself so apt to die;
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
BRUTUS
O Antony, beg not your death of us! 180
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As by our hands and this our present act
You see we do, yet see you but our hands
And this the bleeding business they have done.
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; 185
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity pity)
Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.
Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts 190
Of brothers’ temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
CASSIUS
Your voice shall be as strong as any man’s
In the disposing of new dignities.
BRUTUS
Only be patient till we have appeased 195
The multitude, beside themselves with fear;
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Scene 2
Enter Brutus and Cassius with the Plebeians.
PLEBEIANS
We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!
BRUTUS
Then follow me and give me audience, friends.—
Cassius, go you into the other street
And part the numbers.—
Those that will hear me speak, let ’em stay here; 5
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
And public reasons shall be renderèd
Of Caesar’s death.
FIRST PLEBEIAN I will hear Brutus speak.
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SECOND PLEBEIAN
I will hear Cassius, and compare their reasons 10
When severally we hear them renderèd.
Cassius exits with some of the Plebeians.
Brutus goes into the pulpit.
THIRD PLEBEIAN
The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence.
BRUTUS Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my
cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me 15
for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor
that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom,
and awake your senses that you may the better
judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear
friend of Caesar’s, to him I say that Brutus’ love 20
to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend
demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my
answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all 25
freemen? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him. As he
was fortunate, I rejoice at it. As he was valiant, I
honor him. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor
for his valor, and death for his ambition. Who is 30
here so base that would be a bondman? If any,
speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so rude
that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him
have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not
love his country? If any, speak, for him have I 35
offended. I pause for a reply.
PLEBEIANS None, Brutus, none.
BRUTUS Then none have I offended. I have done no
more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The
question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol, his 40
glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy, nor
his offenses enforced for which he suffered death.
Enter Servant.
Scene 3
Enter Cinna the poet and after him the Plebeians.
CINNA
I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,
And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
FIRST PLEBEIAN What is your name? 5
SECOND PLEBEIAN Whither are you going?
THIRD PLEBEIAN Where do you dwell?
FOURTH PLEBEIAN Are you a married man or a
bachelor?
SECOND PLEBEIAN Answer every man directly. 10
FIRST PLEBEIAN Ay, and briefly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN Ay, and wisely.
THIRD PLEBEIAN Ay, and truly, you were best.
CINNA What is my name? Whither am I going? Where
do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? 15
Then to answer every man directly and briefly,
wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
SECOND PLEBEIAN That’s as much as to say they are
fools that marry. You’ll bear me a bang for that, I
fear. Proceed directly. 20
CINNA Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.
FIRST PLEBEIAN As a friend or an enemy?
CINNA As a friend.
SECOND PLEBEIAN That matter is answered directly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN For your dwelling—briefly. 25
CINNA Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
THIRD PLEBEIAN Your name, sir, truly.
CINNA Truly, my name is Cinna.
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ACT 4
Scene 1
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.
ANTONY
These many, then, shall die; their names are
pricked.
OCTAVIUS
Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?
LEPIDUS
I do consent.
OCTAVIUS Prick him down, Antony. 5
LEPIDUS
Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister’s son, Mark Antony.
ANTONY
He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar’s house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine 10
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUS What, shall I find you here?
OCTAVIUS Or here, or at the Capitol. Lepidus exits.
ANTONY
This is a slight, unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit, 15
The threefold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
OCTAVIUS So you thought him
And took his voice who should be pricked to die
In our black sentence and proscription. 20
ANTONY
Octavius, I have seen more days than you,
And, though we lay these honors on this man
To ease ourselves of diverse sland’rous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business, 25
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load and turn him off
(Like to the empty ass) to shake his ears
And graze in commons. 30
OCTAVIUS You may do your will,
But he’s a tried and valiant soldier.
ANTONY
So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight, 35
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion governed by my spirit;
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so.
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Scene 2
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the Army.
Titinius and Pindarus meet them.
Scene 3
CASSIUS
That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
For taking bribes here of the Sardians,
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, was slighted off. 5
BRUTUS
You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
CASSIUS
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CASSIUS
You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus. 60
I said an elder soldier, not a better.
Did I say “better”?
BRUTUS If you did, I care not.
CASSIUS
When Caesar lived he durst not thus have moved
me. 65
BRUTUS
Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
CASSIUS I durst not?
BRUTUS No.
CASSIUS
What? Durst not tempt him?
BRUTUS For your life you durst 70
not.
CASSIUS
Do not presume too much upon my love.
I may do that I shall be sorry for.
BRUTUS
You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, 75
For I am armed so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,
For I can raise no money by vile means. 80
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart
And drop my blood for drachmas than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions, 85
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; 90
Dash him to pieces!
CASSIUS I denied you not.
BRUTUS You did.
CASSIUS
I did not. He was but a fool that brought
My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart. 95
A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
BRUTUS
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CASSIUS
Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, 105
For Cassius is aweary of the world—
Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,
Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,
Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep 110
My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
Offering his dagger to Brutus.
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth.
I that denied thee gold will give my heart. 115
Strike as thou didst at Caesar, for I know
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him
better
Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
BRUTUS Sheathe your 120
dagger.
Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire, 125
Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark
And straight is cold again.
CASSIUS Hath Cassius lived
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus
When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him? 130
BRUTUS
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
CASSIUS
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
BRUTUS
And my heart too. They clasp hands.
CASSIUS O Brutus!
BRUTUS What’s the matter? 135
CASSIUS
Have not you love enough to bear with me
When that rash humor which my mother gave me
Makes me forgetful?
BRUTUS Yes, Cassius, and from
henceforth 140
When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
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POET
Let me go in to see the Generals.
There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
They be alone. 145
LUCILIUS You shall not come to them.
POET Nothing but death shall stay me.
CASSIUS How now, what’s the matter?
POET
For shame, you generals, what do you mean?
Love and be friends as two such men should be, 150
For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.
CASSIUS
Ha, ha, how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
BRUTUS
Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!
CASSIUS
Bear with him, Brutus. ’Tis his fashion.
BRUTUS
I’ll know his humor when he knows his time. 155
What should the wars do with these jigging fools?—
Companion, hence!
CASSIUS Away, away, be gone! Poet exits.
BRUTUS
Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
Prepare to lodge their companies tonight. 160
CASSIUS
And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us. Lucilius and Titinius exit.
BRUTUS Lucius, a bowl of wine. Lucius exits.
CASSIUS
I did not think you could have been so angry.
BRUTUS
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. 165
CASSIUS
Of your philosophy you make no use
If you give place to accidental evils.
BRUTUS
No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUS Ha? Portia?
BRUTUS She is dead. 170
CASSIUS
How ’scaped I killing when I crossed you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
BRUTUS Impatient of my absence,
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony 175
Have made themselves so strong—for with her
death
That tidings came—with this she fell distract
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BRUTUS
Speak no more of her.—Give me a bowl of wine.—
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius. He drinks.
CASSIUS
My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.— 185
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup;
I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love. He drinks.
Lucius exits.
BRUTUS
Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities. They sit. 190
CASSIUS
Portia, art thou gone?
BRUTUS No more, I pray you.—
Messala, I have here receivèd letters
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power, 195
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
MESSALA
Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
BRUTUS With what addition?
MESSALA
That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus 200
Have put to death an hundred senators.
BRUTUS
Therein our letters do not well agree.
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
CASSIUS
Cicero one? 205
MESSALA Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
BRUTUS No, Messala.
MESSALA
Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? 210
BRUTUSNothing, Messala.
MESSALA That methinks is strange.
BRUTUS
Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
MESSALA No, my lord.
BRUTUS
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Enter Lucius.
BRUTUS
Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
LUCIUS
Ay, my lord, an ’t please you.
BRUTUS It does, my boy. 300
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
LUCIUS It is my duty, sir.
BRUTUS
I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
LUCIUS I have slept, my lord, already. 305
BRUTUS
It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
I will be good to thee.
Music and a song. Lucius then falls asleep.
This is a sleepy tune. O murd’rous slumber,
Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, 310
That plays thee music?—Gentle knave, good night.
I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument.
I’ll take it from thee and, good boy, good night.
He moves the instrument.
Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turned down 315
Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
How ill this taper burns.
Lucius, awake!
LUCIUS My lord?
BRUTUS
Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
LUCIUS
My lord, I do not know that I did cry. 340
BRUTUS
Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?
LUCIUS Nothing, my lord.
BRUTUS
Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah Claudius!
To Varro. Fellow thou, awake! They rise up.
VARRO My lord? 345
CLAUDIUS My lord?
BRUTUS
Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
BOTH
Did we, my lord?
BRUTUS Ay. Saw you anything?
VARRO No, my lord, I saw nothing. 350
CLAUDIUS Nor I, my lord.
BRUTUS
Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.
Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
And we will follow.
BOTH It shall be done, my lord. 355
They exit.
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ACT 5
Scene 1
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
OCTAVIUS
Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
You said the enemy would not come down
But keep the hills and upper regions.
It proves not so; their battles are at hand.
They mean to warn us at Philippi here, 5
Answering before we do demand of them.
ANTONY
Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
Wherefore they do it. They could be content
To visit other places, and come down
With fearful bravery, thinking by this face 10
To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
But ’tis not so.
Enter a Messenger.
OCTAVIUS
Not that we love words better, as you do.
BRUTUS
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. 30
ANTONY
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,
Crying “Long live, hail, Caesar!”
CASSIUS Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown, 35
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees
And leave them honeyless.
ANTONY Not stingless too.
BRUTUS O yes, and soundless too,
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony, 40
And very wisely threat before you sting.
ANTONY
Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
You showed your teeth like apes and fawned like
hounds 45
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet,
Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
CASSIUS
Flatterers?—Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
This tongue had not offended so today 50
If Cassius might have ruled.
OCTAVIUS
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators;
He draws.
When think you that the sword goes up again? 55
Never, till Caesar’s three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
BRUTUS
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands
Unless thou bring’st them with thee. 60
OCTAVIUS So I hope.
I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.
BRUTUS
O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
CASSIUS
A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor, 65
Joined with a masker and a reveler!
ANTONY
Old Cassius still.
OCTAVIUS Come, Antony, away!—
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight today, come to the field; 70
If not, when you have stomachs.
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Scene 2
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.
BRUTUS
Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side!
He hands Messala papers.
Loud alarum.
Let them set on at once, for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius’ wing,
And sudden push gives them the overthrow. 5
Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down.
They exit.
Scene 3
Alarums. Enter Cassius carrying a standard and
Titinius.
CASSIUS
O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turned enemy.
This ensign here of mine was turning back;
I slew the coward and did take it from him.
TITINIUS
O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early, 5
Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.
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Enter Pindarus.
PINDARUS
Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord. 10
Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
CASSIUS
This hill is far enough.—Look, look, Titinius,
Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
TITINIUS
They are, my lord.
CASSIUS Titinius, if thou lovest me, 15
Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
And here again, that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
TITINIUS
I will be here again even with a thought. He exits. 20
CASSIUS
Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill.
My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius
And tell me what thou not’st about the field.
Pindarus goes up.
This day I breathèd first. Time is come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end; 25
My life is run his compass.—Sirrah, what news?
PINDARUS, above. O my lord!
CASSIUS What news?
PINDARUS
Titinius is enclosèd round about
With horsemen that make to him on the spur, 30
Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
Now Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
He’s ta’en. Shout.
And hark, they shout for joy.
CASSIUS Come down, behold no more.— 35
O, coward that I am to live so long
To see my best friend ta’en before my face!
Pindarus comes down.
Come hither, sirrah.
In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
And then I swore thee, saving of thy life, 40
That whatsoever I did bid thee do
Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine
oath.
Now be a freeman, and with this good sword,
That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this 45
bosom.
Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
And, when my face is covered, as ’tis now,
Guide thou the sword. Pindarus stabs him.
Caesar, thou art revenged 50
Even with the sword that killed thee. He dies.
PINDARUS
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MESSALA
It is but change, Titinius, for Octavius
Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power,
As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.
TITINIUS
These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
MESSALA
Where did you leave him? 60
TITINIUS All disconsolate,
With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
MESSALA
Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
TITINIUS
He lies not like the living. O my heart!
MESSALA
Is not that he? 65
TITINIUS No, this was he, Messala,
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
So in his red blood Cassius’ day is set.
The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone; 70
Clouds, dews, and dangers come. Our deeds are
done.
Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
MESSALA
Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy’s child, 75
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth
But kill’st the mother that engendered thee!
TITINIUS
What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus? 80
MESSALA
Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Into his ears. I may say “thrusting it,”
For piercing steel and darts envenomèd
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus 85
As tidings of this sight.
TITINIUS Hie you, Messala,
And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Messala exits.
Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they 90
Put on my brows this wreath of victory
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BRUTUS
Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
MESSALA
Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
BRUTUS
Titinius’ face is upward.
CATO He is slain.
BRUTUS
O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet; 105
Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
In our own proper entrails. Low alarums.
CATO Brave Titinius!—
Look whe’er he have not crowned dead Cassius.
BRUTUS
Are yet two Romans living such as these?— 110
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well.
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, I owe more
tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.— 115
I shall find time, Cassius; I shall find time.—
Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
His funerals shall not be in our camp,
Lest it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come.—
And come, young Cato. Let us to the field.— 120
Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.
’Tis three o’clock, and, Romans, yet ere night
We shall try fortune in a second fight.
They exit.
Scene 4
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucilius, and
Flavius.
BRUTUS
Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Brutus, Messala, and Flavius exit.
CATO
What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
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LUCILIUS
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
Brutus, my country’s friend! Know me for Brutus.
Cato is killed.
O young and noble Cato, art thou down?
Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius 10
And mayst be honored, being Cato’s son.
FIRST SOLDIER, seizing Lucilius
Yield, or thou diest.
LUCILIUS Only I yield to die.
There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.
Offering money.
Kill Brutus and be honored in his death. 15
FIRST SOLDIER
We must not. A noble prisoner!
Enter Antony.
SECOND SOLDIER
Room, ho! Tell Antony Brutus is ta’en.
FIRST SOLDIER
I’ll tell the news. Here comes the General.—
Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
ANTONY Where is he? 20
LUCILIUS
Safe, Antony, Brutus is safe enough.
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive or dead, 25
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
ANTONY
This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe.
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies. Go on, 30
And see whe’er Brutus be alive or dead,
And bring us word unto Octavius’ tent
How everything is chanced.
They exit in different directions.
Scene 5
Enter Brutus, Dardanus, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.
BRUTUS
Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
He sits down.
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CLITUS
Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
He came not back. He is or ta’en or slain.
BRUTUS
Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus. 5
He whispers to Clitus.
CLITUS
What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
BRUTUS
Peace, then, no words.
CLITUS I’ll rather kill myself.
BRUTUS
Hark thee, Dardanus. He whispers to Dardanus.
DARDANUS Shall I do such a deed? 10
CLITUS O Dardanus!
DARDANUS O Clitus!
Dardanus and Clitus step aside.
CLITUS
What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
DARDANUS
To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
CLITUS
Now is that noble vessel full of grief, 15
That it runs over even at his eyes.
BRUTUS
Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.
VOLUMNIUS
What says my lord?
BRUTUS Why this, Volumnius:
The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me 20
Two several times by night—at Sardis once
And this last night here in Philippi fields.
I know my hour is come.
VOLUMNIUS Not so, my lord.
BRUTUS
Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius. 25
Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.
Our enemies have beat us to the pit. Low alarums.
It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
Thou know’st that we two went to school together; 30
Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.
VOLUMNIUS
That’s not an office for a friend, my lord.
Alarum continues.
CLITUS
Fly, fly, my lord! There is no tarrying here.
BRUTUS
Farewell to you—and you—and you, Volumnius.— 35
Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep.
Farewell to thee, too, Strato.—Countrymen,
My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
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