The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold

Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 1 Cit. O piteous spectacle! 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

3 Cit. O woful day!

4 Cit. O traitors, villains!

1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged:-revenge: about, -seek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay!-let not a Ant. Stay, countrymen, [traitor live. 1 Cit. Peace there:-Hear the noble Antony. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. [stir you up Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. That made them do it; they are wise and honourable,

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts,|
I am no orator, as Brutus is:

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full

well

That gave me publick leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor
dumb mouths,

And bid them speak for me; But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Cit. We'll mutiny.

1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me
speak.

[Antony.

Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves? Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of.

Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. To every Roman Citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! we'll revenge his 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!

Ant. Hear me with patience.
Cit. Peace, ho!

[death.

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours, and new planted orchards, On this side Tyber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar: When comes such another? 1 Cit. Never, never:-Come, away, away: We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body.

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

3 Cit. Pluck down benches.

4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Citizens, with the Body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot.

Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fellow?

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him: He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. The same. A street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly.

Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna,

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;

pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt.

damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Oct.
The Capitol.

Or here, or at
[Exit LEPIDUS.
Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,
The threefold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?
Oct.

So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than yon: And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold. To groan and sweat under the business, 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.

Oct. You may do your will: But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporeal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations;
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers: we must straight make
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, [head:
Our best friends made, and our best means
stretch'd out.

And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
[Exeunt.

Millions of mischiefs.

SCENE II.

Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis, Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand ho!

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

[darus,

[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. Bru, He greets me well.-Your master, PinIn his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied. Pin. I do not doubt, But that my noble master will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius: How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference,

Bru.

Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius:
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;

The greater part the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius,

Bru.

[torch within. Hark, he is arriv'd:

March gently on to meet him."

Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.

Cas. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. [enemies? Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides And when you do them[wrongs; Bru. Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly,-I do know you well:-Before the eyes of both our armies here, Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away; Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, And I will give you audience.

Cas. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.

Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Within the Tent of Brutus.
LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
Cas. That you have wrong'd ine,

in this :

doth appear

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a

case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his com

ment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold, To nndeservers.

Cas.

I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement! [remember!

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now

Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?
And sell the mighty space of our large hono urs
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas.
Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To edge me in; I am a soldier, I.
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions,

Bru.

Cas. I am.

Go to; you're not, Cassius.

Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no furBru. Away, slight man! [ther. Cas. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break;

Go, show your slaves how cholerick you are, And make your bondmen tremble, Must I budge?

Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas.

Is it come to this?

[for.

Bru. You have done that you should be sorry There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you [me:For certain sums of gold, which you denied For I can raise no money by vile means: 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 trasli, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, [Cassins? Which you denied me: Was that done like Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetuous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts, Dash him to pieces!

Cas.
Bru. You did.
Cas.

I denied you not.

I did not; he was but a fool

That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart:

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do As huge as high Olympus. [appear

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius,
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, [come,
For Cassius is aweary of the world:
Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother;
Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger,
Aud here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
Strike as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst
Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius. [him better
Bru.
Sheath your dagger:

Be angry when yon will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas.
Hath Cassius liv'd
To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
When grief, and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him?
Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.
Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your
Bru. And my heart too,
[hand.
Cas.

Bru.

O Brutus!What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave Makes me forgetful? [me,

Bru. Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides and leave you so. [Noise within.

Poet. Within.] Let me go in to see the generals; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not They be alone. [meet Luc. Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet.Within. Nothing but death shall stay me. Enter Poet.

Cas. How now? what's the matter? [mean? Poet. For shame, you generals; What do you Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. Cas, Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynick

rhyme!

[hence.

Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:

What should the wars do with these jigging Companion, hence. [fools?

Cas. Away, away, be gone. [Exit Poet.

Enter LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commandPrepare to lodge their companies to-night. [ers Cas. And come yourselves, and bring Messala Immediately to us. [with you [Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Cas. I did not think you could have been so angry!

Bru, O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Cas. Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

Bru, No man bears sorrow better:-Portia is Cas. Ha! Portia? [dead. Bru, She is dead. Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I cross'd you O insupportable and touching loss!- [so? Upon what sickness? Bru. Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony [death Have made themselves so strong;-for with her That tidings came;-With this she fell distract, And. her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Cas, And died so?

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good MesNow sit we close about this taper here [sala,-And call in question our necessities. Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Bru. No more, I pray you.Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius, and Mark Antony, Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mes.Myself have lettersof theself'same tenour. Bru. With what addition? [lawry, Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outOctavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators.

Bru, Therein our letters do not well agree; Mine speak of seventy senators, that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. Cas. Cicero one? Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead. And by that order of proscription.-Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Bru. No, Messala.

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
Bru, Nothing, Messala,
Mes.
That, methinks, is strange.
Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her
Mes. No, my lord.
in yours?
Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die,
Messala:

With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now. [endure.
Mes. Even so great men great losses should
Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you
Of marching to Philippi presently? [think
Cas. I do not think it good.
Bru.

Your reason?

Cas. This it is: Tis better that the enemy seek us: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do stand but in a forc'd affection;
For they have grudg'd us contribution:

The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new added, and encourag'd;
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.
Cas.

liear me, good brother. Bru. Under your pardon.-You must note beside,

That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe:
The enemy increaseth every day,
We at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Cas.
Then, with your will, go on;
We'll along ourselves,and meet them at Philippi.
Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity;
Which we will niggard with a little rest.
There is no more to say?

Cas.

No more. Good night; Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence. Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit LUCIUS.] Farewell, good Messala;Good night, Titinius:-Noble, noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose.

Cas. O my dear brother! This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus, Bru. Every thing is well, Cas. Good night, my lord. Bru.

Good night, good brother. Tit. Mes. Good night, Lord Brutus, Bru.

Farewell, every one, [Exeunt CAS TIT. and Mrs. Re-enter LUCIUS with the Gown, Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument? Luc. Here in the tent.

Bru.

What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not: thou art o'erwatch'd.

Call Claudius, and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius!

Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord?

Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.

Bru, I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[Servants lie doren. Luc, I was sure your lordship did not give it [forgetful

me.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two? Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you,

Bru.

It does, my boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, sir.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know, young bloods look for a time of rest Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; | I will not hold thee long: if I do live,

I will be good to thee. [Musick, and a song. This is a sleepy tune: O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays the musick?-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.
Let me see, let me see; Is not the leaf turn'd
down,

Where I left reading? IIere it is, I think.
[He sits down.
Enter the Ghost of Cæsar.
How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes,
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold,and my hair to stare?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Then I shall see thee again? Ghost,

Why com'st thou?

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus. Bru. Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Bru. Well; [Philippi. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost v mishes. Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi then. Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest: Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Boy! Lucius!-Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!— Clandius!

Luc. The strings, my lord, are false. Bru. He thinks, he still is at his instrument. Luc. My lord! [Lucius, awake. Bru. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so cry'dst out?

Luc. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. Bru. Yes, that thou didst: Didst thou see any Luc. Nothing, my lord. [thing? Bru. Sleep again, Lucius.-Sirrah, Claudius! Fellow thou! awake.

SCENE I. The Plains of Philippi.
Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army.
Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
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,
Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant 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,
To fasten in our thoughts that they have
But 'tis not so.

[courage;

Mess.

Enter a Messenger.

Prepare you, generals; The enemy comes on in gallant show, Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately. Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field. [left. Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and Others. Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. [battle? Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of Ant. No, Cæsar, we will answer on their charge.

[words.

[men?

Make forth, the generals would have some
Oct. Stir not until the signal.
Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, country-
Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.
Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes,
Octavius.
[good words:
Ant. In your bad strokes. Brutus, you give
Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cæsar.
Cas.

Antony.
The posture of your blows are yet unknown:
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant.

Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too; For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And,verywisely,threat before you sting.[daggers Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile Hack'd one another in the sides of Cæsar: You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,

And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cæsar on the neck. O flatterers!

Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your-
This tongue had not offended so to-day, [self
If Cassius might have rul'd.
[us sweat,
Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make
The proof of it will turn to redder drops,
Look:

I draw a sword against conspirators:
When think you that the sword goes up again?--
Never, till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cæsar, thou canst not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

Oct.

So I hope; I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain, Young man, thou could'st not diemore honourable. Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such Join'd with a masker and a reveller [honour, Ant. Old Cassius still! Oct.

Come, Antony: away.Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth; If you dare fight to-day, come to the field; If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark!

The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Bru. Ho!

Lucilius, hark, a word with you.

Lu

My lord. [BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart.