Yours, Cinna; Though last Lnow tellus; now yours, Me my valiant Casca, yours and, my not least in love, yours, good Treonius. Gentlemen all, alas! shall I say? Natterer. ཉས་ན་ That I did love thee, Caesar, O'tis true: 407 If then thy spion Shall it not Brieve Weeping ass 25 2 us now, I A dearer than thy death, A To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, sai Most noble! in presence of thy corse?” Anuge Had I as many es as thou hast wounds, fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better, than to closed #oy In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon mes Wast thou bay'd, brave Sigung hartje wod ang Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. O world thou wast the e forest to this hare; low I And this in How like a deep world," the heart of thee, striken by many Princes, Dost thou here lie? yao y earson sit gar frase), bajasimon Ste ow tadi biA astir suit le svell Ant, Pardon me Caius Cassingandsche Hera JI The enemies of: Caesan shall wayothisócol 1.250) Then in a friend, it is cold modesty. Cas. I blame you not for praising Caesar so; But what compact mean you to have with us?7 Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;o Or shall we on, and not depend on you? A Ant. Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was' indeed, Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Bru. Or else were this a savage spectac'e: Ant. That's all 1 seek: And am moreover suitor, that I may You know not what you do; Do not consent, That Antony speak in his funeral : [Aside. Know you how much the people may be mov'd » By that which he will utter? Bru. By your pardon; I will myself into the pulpit first, And show the reasou of our Caesar's death: You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, VOL. XV. Else shall you not have any hand at all Ant. Be it so; I do desire no more. Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.. [Exeunt all but Antony Ant. 0, pardon ine, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging conteh revenge, With Ate by his side, cone from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry Havocky and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth, With carrion men, groaning for burial. Enter a Servant. , Ant. Caesar did write for him, to come to Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming; And bid me say to you by word of mouth, O Caesar! [Seeing the body. Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while; [Exeunt, with CAESAR's body. Enter BRUTUS, and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens. Cit. We will he satisfied; let us be satisfied. Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. Cassius, go you into the other street, ‹ Aud part the numbers. Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And publick reasons shall be rendered Of Caesar's death. 1. Cit. I will hear Brutus speak. Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered. [Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS goes into the rostrum. 5. Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended: Silence! Bru. Be patient till the last. Romans, be silent, that you for my cause; and hear: believe me for mine honour and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me ? in your our 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 Tove 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 Cheste less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar Were dead, to live all free men As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was. valiant, honour hin: as he was ambitious, I slew him: There for his love; joy, for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death, for his ambition, Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would no be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his Hasse eris |