Imatges de pÓgina


This was the most unkindeft Cut of all;
For when the Noble Cæfar saw him ftab,
Ingratitude, more strong than Traitors Arms,
Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty Heart;
And in his Mantle muffling up his Face,
Even at the Base of Pompey's Statue,
Which all the while ran Blood, great Cafar fell.
O what a Fall was there, my Countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody Treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of Pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind Souls ! what weep you, when you but behold
Our Cesar's Vesture wounded ? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd as you see with Traitors,

I Pleb. O piceous Spe&acle !
2 Pleb. o Noble Cæfar!
3 Pleb. O woful Day !
4 Pleb. O Traitors, Villains !
i Pleh. O most bloody fight !

2. Pleb. We will be reveng'd: Revenge ! About seek

burn fire kill Let not a Traitor live.

Ant. Stay Countrymen
i Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.

2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll dye with him Ant. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not ftir

you up
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 give me publick leave to speak of him :
For I have neither Wit, nor Words, nor Worth,


A&ion nor Utterance, nor the power of Speech,
To stir Mens Blood ; I only speak right on.
I tell you that, which you your selves do know,
Shew you sweet Cefar'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

every Wound of Casar, that should move
The Stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

. We'll mutiny i Pleb. We'll burn the House of Brutus. 3

Pleb. Away then, come, seek the Conspirators, Ant. Yet hear me, Countrymen, yet hear me speak, All. Peace ho, hear Antony, moft Noble Antony. Ant. Why, Friends, you go to do you know not whạt. Wherein hath Cæfar thus deserv'd your Loves? Alas you know not; I must tell you then: You have forgot the Will I told you of, All

. Most true----the Will....let's stay and hear the Willo Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cæsar's Seal. To every Roman Citizen he gives, To every several Man, seventy five Drachma's.

2 Pleb. Most Noble Cafar! we'll revenge his Death,

Pleb. O Royal Cæsar!
Ant. Hear me with patience,
All Peace ho !

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his Walks,
His private Arbors, and new-planted Orchards,
On this fide Tiber, he hath left them you,
And to your Heirs for ever; common Pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate your selves.
Here was a Cæfar, when comes such another ?

1 Pkb. Never, never; come, away, away ;
We'll burn his Body in the holy Place,
And with the Brands fire all the Traitors Houses,

up 2 Pleb. Go fetch Fire. 3 Pleb. Pluck down Benches. 4 Pleb. Pluck down Forms, Windows, any thing? [Exeunt Plebeians with the Body.


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Ant. Now let it work; Mischief thou art a foot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.
How now, Fellow?

Enter Servant.
Ser. Sir, Oktavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?
Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cefar'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.

Scr. 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 moy'd them. Bring me to Oétavius. (Exeunt.

Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cin. I dreamt to Night, that I did feast with Cafar,
And things unluckily charge my Fantafie;
I have no will to wander forth of Doors,
Yet something leads me forth.

1 Pleb. What is your Name?
2. Pleb. Whither are you going?
3 Pleb. Where do you dwell ?
4 Pleb, Are you a married Man, or a Batchellor?
2 Pleb. Answer every Man dire&ly.
1 Pleb. Ay, and briefly.
4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely.
3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best.

Cin. What is my Name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell ? Am I a married Man, or a Batchellor? Then to answer every Man directly and briefly, wisely and truly ; wisely, I say I am a Batchellor.

2 Pleb. That's as much as to say, they are Fools that Marry: you'll bear me a bang for that I fear: Proceed directly.

Cin. Dire&ly, I am going to Casar's Funeral.
i Pleb. As a Friend, or an Enemy?
Gin. As a Friend.
2 Pleb. That matter is answered dire&ly.
4 Pleb. For your Dwelling; briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your Name, Sir, truly.

Cin. Truly my Name is Cinna.
i Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a Conspirator.
Cin, I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.

Pleb. Tear him for his bad Verses, tear him for his bad Verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator.

4 Pleb. It is no matter, his Name's Cinna, pluck but his Name out of his Heart, and turn him going.

3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him; Come Brands ho, Firebrands : To Brutus, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's House, and some to Caska's, some to Ligarius: Away, go.

[Exeunt all the Plebeians.



S CE N E Rome.
Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus.
"Hese many

then shall die, their Names are prickt,

. Your , Lep. I do consent.

(Lepidus ? Ošt. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live, Who is your Sister's Son, Mark Antony,

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot, I dama him.
But Lepidus, go you to Cafar's House;
Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some Charge in Legacies.

Lep. What? shall I find you here?
Ošt. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit Lepidus.

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable Man,
Meet to be sent on Errands : Is it fit
The three-fold World divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

O&t. So you thought him,
And took his voice, who should be prickt to die,
In our black Sentence and Proscription.

Ant. Oétavius, I have seen more Days than you;
And though we lay these Honours on this Man,

To your Will;

To ease our selves of divers fland'rous Loads,
He shall but bear them, as the Ass bears Gold;
To groan and sweat under the Business,
Either led or driven, as we print the way,
And having brought our Treasure, where we will,
Then take we down his Load, and turn bim off,
Like to the empty Ass, to shake his Ears,
And graze in Commons.
O. You may

But he's a try'd and valiant Soldier.

Ant. So is my Horse, Oétavius, 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 corporal Motion, governd by my Spirit;
And in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid
A barren spirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objeđs, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of use, and staid by other Men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a Property. And now, Ostavius,
Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius
Are levying Powers; we must straight make Head,
Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,
Our best Friends made, and our best Means streecht out,
And let us presently go fit in Council,
How covert Matters may be best disclos'd,
And open Perils surest answered.

OEt. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake,
And bayed about with many Enemies,
And fome that smile have in their Hearts, I fear,
Millions of Mischiefs.


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SCENE II. Before Brurus's Tent, in the

Camp near Sardis.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and

Pindarus meeting them.
Bru. Stand, ho!
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!


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