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Gentlemen all, alas! shall I say?
My credit now stands ou such slippery ground,
That one of two bad you must conceit me,
Either a coward, or a

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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

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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.

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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?

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Ant. Therefore I took your hands; but was' indeed,

Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all, and love you all;
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons,
Why, and wherein, Caesar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectac'e:
Our reasons are so full of good regard,
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.

Ant. That's all 1 seek:

And am moreover suitor, that I may
Produce his body to the market - place;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.
Cas. Brutus, a word with you.

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:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission;
And that we are contented, "Caesar shall
Have all true rites, and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more, than do us wrong.
Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's
ybody.

You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Caesar;
And say, you do't by our permission;

VOL. XV.

Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral. And you shall speak,
In the same pulpit whereto I am, going,
After my speech is ended.

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!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
That ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophecy,

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Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue; —
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar, 7

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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

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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.

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Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming; And bid me say to you by word of mouth,

O Caesar!

[Seeing the body.
Ant. Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?

Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of
Rome.

Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what
hath chane'd!

Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;

Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while;
Thou shall not back, till I have borne this corse
Into the market-place: there shall I try,
In my oration, how the people take
The crnel issue of these bloody men:
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To young Octavius of the state of things.
Lend me your hand.

[Exeunt, with CAESAR's body.

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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,

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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
and lovers! hear me,
you may

for my cause; and hear: believe me for mine honour and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me

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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

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