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Ambition fhould be made of fterner stuff.
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did fee, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown ;
Which he did thrice refufe.
Yet Brutus fays, he was ambitious;
And, fure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause.
What caufe with-holds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beafts,

And men have loft their reafon.-Bear with me.-
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæfar,
And I muft pause till it come back to me.

If you have tears, prepare to fhed them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember,
The first time ever Cæfar put it on,

'Twas on a fummer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii-

Look! in this place ran Caffius' dagger through ;-
See what a rent the envious Casca made..
Through this the well-beloved Brutus ftabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæfar follow'd it!
As rushing out of doors, to be refolv'd,
If Brutus fo unkindly knock'd, or no:
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæfar's angel.
Judge, oh ye gods! how dearly Cæfar lov'd him;

This, this was the unkindeft cut of all;
For when the noble Cæfar faw him stab,

Was this ambition?

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Ingratitude, more ftrong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him; then burft his mighty heart:
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the bafe of Pompey's ftatue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell.
Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen !
Then I and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilft bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity; thefe are gracious drops.
Kind fouls; what, weep you when you but behold
Our Cæfar's vefture wounded? look you here!
Here is himfelf, marr'd, as you fee, by traitors.-

Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftir you up
To any fudden 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 wife and honourable;

you.

And will, no doubt, with reason answer
I come not, friends, to fteal 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 public leave to speak of him :
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action nor utt'rance, nor the power of speech,
To ftir men's blood; I only fpeak right on:

I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Shew you fweet Cæfar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths!
And bid them fpeak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

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every wound of Cæfar, that should move The ftones of Rome to rife and mutiny.

SHAKESPEAR.

CHA P. XXVI.

THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.

CAS.

THAT

HAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this,
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letter (praying on his fide,
Because I knew the man) was flighted of.

BRU. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a cafe.
CAS. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence fhould bear its comment.
BRU. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To fell and mart your offices for gold,
To undefervers.

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CAS. I an itching palm ?

You know, that you are Brutus that spake this,
Or, by the gods, this fpeech were else your last.

BRU. The name of Caffius honours this corruption,

And chaftifement doth therefore hide its head.

CAS. Chaftifement!

BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, And not for juftice? What, fhall one of us, That ftruck the foremost man of all this world, But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?

And

And fell the mighty meed of our large honours
For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

CAS. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a foldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions.

BRU. Go to; you are not, Caffius.

CAS. I am.

BRU. I fay, you are not.

CAS. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myself

Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther.
BRU. Away, flight man!

CAS. Is't poffible?

BRU. Hear me, for I will speak.

Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CAS. O gods! ye gods! muft I endure all this?
BRU. All this? ay more. Fret till your proud heart
break;

Go, tell your flaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge?
Muft I obferve you? must I ftand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digeft the venom of your fpleen,
Tho' it do split you: for from this day forth,
I'll ufe you for my mirth, yea for my laughter,
When you are wafpifh.

CAS. Is it come to this?

BRU. You fay, you are a better foldier;

Let

Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well.
I fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

CAS. You wrong me every way you wrong me,
Brutus ;

I faid, an elder foldier, not a better;

Did I fay better?

BRU. If you did, I care not.

CAS. When Cæfar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me. BRU. Peace, peace, you durft not fo have tempted him. CAS. I durft not!

For mine own part,

BRU. No.

CAS. What? durft not tempt him?

BRU. For your life you durft not.

CAS. Do not presume too much upon my love;

I may do what I shall be forry for.

BRU. You have done that you should be forry for. There is no terror, Caffius, in your threats;

For I am arm'd fo ftrong in honesty,

That they pafs by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did fend to you
For certain fums of gold, which you deny'd me;

For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heav'n, I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peafants their vile trafh,
By any indirection. I did fend

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me; was that done like Caffius ?
Should I have answer'd Caius Caffius fo?

When Marcus Brutus grows fo covetous,
To lock fuch rafcal counters from his friends,

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