Dramatis Personæ.

Julius Cæsar
Octavius Cæsar

By

Antony
Brutus
Cassius
Caska
Trebonius
Conspirators
Ligarius
Decius Brutus
Metellus Cimber
Cinna
Artimedorus
Messala
And
Titinius
Cinna the Poet
Flavius
Plebeians

Mr. Goodman.
Mr. Pern.
Mr. Kynnafton.
Mr. Betterton.
Mr. Smith.
Mt. Griffin.
Mr. Saunders.
Mr. Bowman.
Mr. Williams.
Mr. Montfort.
Mr. Carlile.
Mr. Percival.
Mr. Wiltshire.
And
Mr. Gillo.
Mr. Jevon.
Mr. Norris.
Mr. Underhill.
Mr. Lee.
Mr. Bright.

Women.

Calphurnia
Portia

Madam Slingsby.
Mrs. Cook.

Guards and Attendants.

Scene ROME.

THE

THE

TRAGEDY.
OF
JULIUS CÆSAR.

Afluius Primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Flavius, Caska, and certain Commoners over the Stage.

Flavius.

Hence: home you idle Creatures, get you home:
Is this a Holiday? What, known you not
(Being Mechanical) you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day, without the fign
Of your Profession? Speak, what Trade art thou?

Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter.

Cas. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule?

What doft thou with thy heft Apparel on?

You fir, what Trade are you?

Cobl. Truly Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am but as you would fay, a Cobler.

Cas. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly.

Cobl. A Trade Sir, that I hope I may ufe, with a fale Conſcience,
which is indeed Sir, a Mender of bad ſoles.

Fla. What Trade thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what Trade?

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Cobl. Nay

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Cob. Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: if you be out Sir, I can mend you.

Cas. What mean it thou by that? Mend me, thou fawcy Fellow?

Cob. Why Sir, Cobble you.

Fla. Thou art a Cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly Sir, all that I live by is with the Aul: I meddle with no Trademans matters, nor womens matters; but with a I am indeed. Sir, a Surgeon to old Shooes: when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon Neats Leather, have gone upon my handywork.

Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day?
Why do't thou lead thefe men about the streets?

Cob. Truly Sir, to wear out their Shooes, to get my self into more work. But indeed Sir, we make Holyday to see Cæsar, and to rejoyce in his Triumph.

Cas. Wherefore rejoyce?

What Cor quelt brings he home?

What Tributaries follow him to Rome?

To grace in Captive bonds his Chariot Wheels?

You Blocks, you Stones, you worfe then senfels things:
O you hard hearts! you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?

Have you climb'd up to Walls and Battlements,
To Towers and Windows? Yea, to Chimney tops,
Your Jafants in your Arms, and there have fata

The live-long day, with patient expeſation,
To fee great Pompey pafs the Streets of Rome:

And when you faw his Chariot but appear,
Have you not made an Universal fhout,

That Tyber trembled underneath her banks
To hear the replication of your founds,

Made in her Concave Shores?

And do you now put on your belt attyre?

And do you now cull out a Holyday?

And do you now ftrew Flowers in his way?

That comes in Triump over Pompey's blood?
Be gone,

Run to your houſes, fall upon your knees,

Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague

That needs muſt light on this Ingratitude.

Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault
Affemble all the poor men of your ſort;

Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears

Into the Channel, till the lowelt ſtream

Do kifſ the moſt exalted Shores of all.

Exeunt all the Commoners.

See

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See where their baſeſt mettle be not mov'd.
They vanifh tongue-tyed in their guiltineſs:

Go you down that way towards the Capitol,

This way will I: Difrobe the Images,

If you do find them deckt with Ceremonies.

Cas. May we do ſo?

You know it is the Feaſt of Lupeſcal.

Fla. It is no matter, let no Images

Be hung with Caſars Trophies: I'le about,

And drive away the Vulgar from the Streets;

So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

Theſe growing Feathers, pluck't from Caſar's wing,

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

Who elfe would foar above the view of men,

And keep us all in ſervile fearfulneſs.

Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia,
Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Caska, a Soothſayer:
after them Murellus and Flavis.

Cæs. Calphurnia.

Cask. Peace ho, Cæsar ſpeaks.

Cæf. Calphurnia.

Calph. Here my Lord.

Cæf. Stand you directly in Antonio's way,

When he doth run his courſe, Antonio.

Ant. Cæsar, my Lord.

Cæf. Forget not in your ſpeed Antonio,

To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders ſay,

The Barren touched in this holy chace,

Shake off their ſerile curſe.

Ant. I ſhall remember,

When Cæsar ſays, Do this, it is perform'd.

Cæf. Set on and leave no Ceremony our.

Sooth. Cæsar.

Cæf. Ha! Who calls?

Cask. Bid every noyſe be ſill: peace yet again.

Cæf. Who is it in the prieſ, that calls on me?

I hear a Tongue ſtiller then all the Mutick

City. Cæsar: Speak, Cæsar is turn'd to hear,

Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.

Cæf. What man is that?

Br. A Sooth ſaſt bids you beware the Ides of March.

Cæf. Set him before me, let me fee his face.

Caffi. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæſar.

Cæf. What ſay it thou to me now? Speak once again.

Cæf. He

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Cæf. He is a dremer, let us leave him: Pafs.

Sennet. Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Caff.

Caffi. Will you go see the order of the courfe?

Brut. Not I.

Caffi. I pray you do.

Brut. I am not Gamefom: I do lack some part
Of that quick Spirit that is in Antony:
Let me not hinder Caffius your desires;
I le leave you.

Caffi. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late:
I have not from your eyes, that gentlenefs
And thew of love, as I was-wont to have:
You bear too flubberd, and to fitrange a hand
Over your Friend, that loves you.

Bru. Caffius,

Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my Countenance
Meerly upon my self. Vexed I am
Of late, with paffions of fome difference,
Conceptions only proper to my self,
Which give fome foyl ( perhaps) to my behaviour :
But let not there ore my good Friends he griev'd
( Among which number Caffius be you one )
Nor conſtrue any further my neglect,
Then that poor Brutus with himſelf at War,
Forgets the ſhews of Love to other men:

Caffi. Then Brutus, I have much miff took your paffion,
By means whereof, this Breft of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you fee your face?

Brutus. No Caffius:

For the eye fees not it ſelf but by reflection,
By ſome other things.

Caffius. 'Tis juſt,
And it is very much lamented, *Trutus*,
That you have no ſuch Mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthineſs into your eye,
That you might fee your ſhadow:
I have heard,
Where many of the beſt reſpect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæſar) ſpeaking of *Brutus*,
And groaning underneath this Ages yoak,
Have wifd', that Noble *Brutus* had his eyes.

Bru. Into what dangers, would you
Lead me Caffius?

That you would have me feek into my ſelf,

For

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For that which is not in me?

Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear:
And since you know, you cannot fee your ſelf
So well as by Reflection; I your Glafs,
Will modeſtly discover to your ſelf
That of your ſelf, which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
Were I a common Laughter, or did uſe
To ſtale with ordinary Oaths my love
To every new Proteſter: if you know,
That I do fawn on men, and hugg them hard,
And after ſcandal them: Or if you know,
That I profes my ſelf in Banquetting
To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.

Flourish, and Shout.

Bru. What means this Shouting?
I do fear, the People choose Cæſar
For their King.

Caffi. I, do yon fear it?

Then muſt I think you would not have it ſo.
Bru. I would not Caffius, yet I love him well:
But wherefore do you hold me here ſo long?
What is it, that you would impart to me!
If it be ought toward the general good,
Set Honour in one eye, and Death the other
And I will look on both indifferently:
For let the Gods ſo ſpeed me, as I love
The name of Honour, more then I fear death.

Caffi. I know that vertue to be in you *Brutus*,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, Honour is the ſubjeſt of my Story:
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life: But for my ſingle ſelf,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe to ſuch a thing, as I my ſelf.
I was born free as Cæſar, ſo were you,
We both have ſed as well, and we can both
Endure the Winters cold, as well as he.
For once upon a Raw and Guſty day,
The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,
Cæſar ſaid to me, dar't thou Caffius now
Leap in with me into this angry Flood,
And fwim to yonder Point? Upon the word,
Accounted as I was, I plunged in,

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And bad him follow: so indeed he did.

The Torrent roared, and we did buffer it

With luffy Sinews, throwing it aside,

And stemming it with hearts of Controverfly.

But ere we could arrive the Point propos'd,

Cæsar cry'd, Help me Cæffius, or I sink.

I (as Æneas, our great Ancestor,

Did from the Flames of Troy upon his shoulder

The old Anchises bear) so, from the waves of Tyber

Did I the tyred Cæsar: And this Man,

Is now become a God, and Cæffius is

A wretched Creature, and must bend his body,

If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

He had a Feaver when he was in Spain,

And when the Fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake: 'Tis true, this God did shake,

His Coward lips did from their colour flye,

And that fame Eye, whose bend doth awe the World,

Did lofe his Luffie: I did hear him grone:

I. and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans

Mark him, and write his Speeches in their Books,

Alas, it cryed, Give me some drink Titinius,

As a fick Girl: Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble temper should

So get the flart of the Majellick World,

And hear the Pam alone.

Shout.

Flowrith.

Bru. Another general shout?

I do believe, that thefe applauns are

For fome new Honours, that are heap'd on Cæsar.

Cæff. Why man, he doth beſtride the narrow World?

Like a Colerius, and we pretty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

To find our selves diſhonourable Graves.

Men at fome time, are Maſter of their Fates.

The fault (dear Brutus) is not in our Stars,

But in our ſelves, that we are underlings.

Brutus and Cæsar: What should he in that Cæsar?

Why ſhould that name be founded more then yours?

Write them together: Yours, is as fair a Name:

Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well.

Weigh them, it is as heavy: Conjure with 'em,

Brutus will start a Spirit as soon as Cæsar.

Now in the names of all the Gods at once,

Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art Sham'd.

Rome,

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Rome, thou haſt loft the breed of Noble Bloods.

When went there by an Age, ſince the great Flood,
But it was fam'd with more then with one man?

When could they ſay (till now) that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide Walks incompaſt but one man?

Now is it Rome indeed, and Rome enough

When there is in it but one only man.

O! you and I, have heard our Father's ſay,

There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd

Th' eternal Devil to keep his State in Rome,

As easily as a King.

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous:

What you would work me too, I have ſome aim:

How I have thought of this, and of theſe times,

I ſhall recount hereafter. For this preſent,

I would not ſo (with love I might intreat you)

Be any further mov'd: What you have ſaid

I will confider: what you have to ſay

I will with patience hear, and find a time

Both meet to hear, and anſwer ſuch high things.

Till then, my Noble Friend, chew upon this:

Brutus had rather be a Villager,

Then to repute himſelf a Son of Rome

Under theſe hard Conditions, as this time

Is like to lay upon us,

Cæſſi. I am glad that my weak words

Have I truck but thus much ſhew of fire from Brutus.

Enter Cæsar and his Train.

Bru. The Games are done,

And Cæſar is returning.

Cæſſi. As they pafs by,

Pluck Caska by the Sleeve,

And he will (after his four fashion) tell you

What hath proceeded worthy note to day.

Bru. I will do ſo: But look you Cæſſius,

The angry spot doth glow on Cæſars brow,

And all the reſt, look like a chidden Train;

Calphurnia's Cheek is pale, and Cicero

Looks with ſuch Ferret, and ſuch ſiery eyes,

As we have ſeen him in the Capitol

Being croſt in Conference, by ſome Senators.

Cæſſi. Caska will tell us what the matter is.

Cæſ. Antonio.

Ant. Cæſar.

Cæſ. Let me have men about me, that are fit,
B

Sleek.

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Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a nights:
Yond Cæsar has a lean and hungry look,

He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

He is a Noble Roman, and well given.

Cæs. Would he were fatter; But I fear him not:
Yet if my name were lyable to fear,

I do not know the man I should avoide

So soon as that spare Cæsar. He reads much,

He is a great Observer, and he looks
Quite through the Deeds of men. He loves no Plays,

As thou doft Antony: he hears no Mufick;
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a fort.

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.

Such men as he be never at his ease,

Whiles they behold a greater then themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.

I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,

Then what I fear: for always I am Cæsar.

Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.

Sennit.

Cask. You pull me by the Clock, would you speak with me?

Bru. I Caska, tell us what hath chanc'd to day

That Cæsar looks so sad.

Cask. Why you were with him, were you not?

Bru. I should not then ask Caska what had chanc'd,

Cask. Why there was a Crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him,
he put it by with the back of his hand thus, and then the people fell
a shouting.

Bru. What was the second noyse for?

Cask. Why for that too.

Caff. They shouted thrice, what was the last cry for?

Cask. Why for that too.

Bru. Was the Crown offer'd him thrice?

Cask. I marry was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler
than other; and at every putting by, mine honest Neighbours shouted:

Caffi. Who offer'd him the Crown?

Cask. Why Antony?

Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Caska.

Cask. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it: It was meet
Foolery. I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a Crown,
yet 'twas not a Crown neither, 'twas one of theele Coroners, and
as I told you he put it by once, but for all that, to my thinking,
he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again; then
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he put it by again: But to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his
fingers off it: And then he offered it the third time; he put it the
third time by, and fill as he refus'd it, the rabblement howt-
ed, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their fweary Night-
caps, and uttered such a deal of thinking breath, becaufe Cæsar
refus'd the Crown, that it had (almost) choaked Cæsar: For he
fwounded, and fell down at it: And for my own part, I durst not
laugh, for fear of opening my Lips, and receiving the bad Air.

Caffi. But oft I pray you: what, did Cæsar fwound?

Cask. He fell down in the Market-place, and foam'd at mouth,
and was speechlefs.

Bru. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling-fickneſs.

Cask. I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Cæsar fell
down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hids him, accord-
ing as he pleas'd, and diſpleas'd them, as they uſe to do the Players
in the Theatre, I am no true man.

Bru. What faid he, when he came unto himself?

Cask. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the Com-
mon Herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his
Double, and offer'd them his Throat to cut, and I had been a man
of any Occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word,
I would I might go to Hell among the Rogues, and so he fell. When
he came to himſelf again, he ſaid, If he had done, or ſaid any
thing amiffes, he deſired their Worſhips to think it was his in-
firmity. Three or Four Wenches where I ſlood, cryed, Alafs
good Soul, and forgave him with all their hearts; But there's no
heed to be taken of them; if Cæsar had ſtab'd their Mothers,
would have done no leſs.

Bru. And after that, he came thus ſad away.

Cask. I.

Caffi. Did Cicero ſay any thing?

Cask. I, he ſpoke Greek.

Caffi. To what effect?

Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, He ne're look you i' th' face again.
But thofe that underſtoed him, ſmild at one another, and ſhook
their heads, but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could
tell you more news too: Marrellus and Flavius, for pulling Scarfs
off Cæſars Images, are put to ſilence, Fare you well. There was
more Foolery yet, if I could rem raber it.

Caffi. Will you fupp with me to Night, Caska?

Cask. No I am prom'd ſo fourth.

Caffi. Will you dine with me to morrow?

Cask. I, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your Dinner worth
the eating.

Caffi. Good, I will expect you,

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Cask. Do so: farewell both. Exit.

Brut. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ?
He was quick Mettle when he went to School.

Caffi. So he is now, in execution
Of any bold, or Noble Enterprife,

However he puts on his tardy form :
This Ruddineſs is a Sawce to his good Wit,
Which gives men fromack to digeſt his words
With better Appetite.

Brut. And do it is :
For this time I will leave you :

To morrow, if you pleafe to ſpeak with me,
I will come home to you, or if you will,
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

Caffi. I will do so : till then, think of the World.
Exit. Brutus.

Well Brutus, thou art Noble, yet I fee,
Thy Honourable Mettle may be wrought
From that it is diſpoſed: therefore it is meet,
That Noble minds keep ever with their likes:
For who do firm, that cannot be ſeduced ?

Caſar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
If I were brutas now, and he were Caffius,

He should not humour me. I will this Night,
In ſeveral Hands, in at his Wndows throw,
As if they came from ſeveral Citizens,

Writings, all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his Name, wherein obſcurely
Caſars Ambition ſhall be glanced at.
And after this, let Caſar let him ſure,
For we will ſhake him, or worſe days endure.

Exit.

Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska,
and Trebonis.

Treb. Good even, Caska; brought you Caſar home?
Why are you breathleſs, and why ſtare you so ?
Cask. Are not you mov'd, when all the ſway of Earth

Shakes, like a thing unſirm ? O Cicero,
I have ſeen Tempeſts, when the ſcolding Vinds
Have riv'd thy knotty Oaks, and I have ſeen
Th' ambitious Ocean ſwell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening Clouds :
But never till to Night, never till now,

I'd go through a Tempeſt-dropping-fire.
Either there is a Civil ſtrife in Heaven,

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Or else the World too ſawcy with the Gods
Incensſes them to ſend deſtruction

Treb. VVhy, saw you any thing more wonderful ?
Cask. A common slave, you know him well by fight
Held up his left Hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty Torches, joyn'd, and yet his Hand.

Not ſenſible of fire, remain'd unſcorch'd.
Befides, I haſ not ſince put up my Sword,
Against the Capital I met a Lyon,

W h o glaz d upon me, and went ſurly by,
Without anoying me. And there were drawn
Upon a heap, a hundred gaffily Women,
Transform'd with their fear, who ſwor, they ſaw
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the fire-tops.
And yefterday, the Bird of Night did fit,

Even at Noon-day, upon the Market place,
Howtling, and ſhreeking. When theſe Prodigies
Do so conjoyntly meet, let not men ſay
I hefe are their Reaſons, that are Natural ?
For I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the Climate that they point up n.

Treb. Indeed, it is a ſtrange diſpoſed time :
But men may conſuſe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themſelves.
Comes Caſar to the Capitol to morrow ?

Cask. He doth for he did bid Antonio
Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.

Treb. Good-night then, Caska :
This diſturbed Sky is not to walk in

Cask. Farewell Trebonius.

Enter Caffijs.

Exit Cicero.

Caffi. Who's there ?

Cask. A Roman.

Caffi. Caska, by your Voyce.

Cask. Your Ear is good.

Caffius, what Night is this?

Caffi. A very pleasing Night to honef men.

Cask. Who ever knew the Heavens menace so ?

Caffi. Thofe that have known the Earth so full of faults.
For my part, I have walk'd about the freets.

Submitting me unto the perilous Night,

And thus umbraced, Caska, as you fee,
Have bar'd my Boſom to the Thunder-stone
And when the croſs blew Lightnin ſeem'd to open

Thy Breaf of Hea'en, did preſent my ſelf
Even in the aim, and very flath of it.

Cask.

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Cask, But wherefore did you so much tempt the Heavens ?
It is the part of men, to fear and tremble,
Whea the most mighty Gods, by tokens fend
Such dreadful Heraulds, to aſtonifh us.

Caffi. You are dull Caska :
And those sparks of Life, that should be in a Roman.
You do want, or else you uſe not.
You look pale, and gaze, and put on fear,
And caſt your ſelf in wonder.

To see the ſtrange impatience of the Heavens :
But if you would confider the true cauſe,
Why all theſe Fires, why all theſe gliding Ghoſts,
Why Birds and Beaſts, from quality and kind,
Why old men, Fools, and Children calculate,
Why all theſe things change from their Ordinance
Their Natures, and pre-ſormed Faculties,
To monſtrous quality; why you ſhall finde,
That Heaven hath Inſus'd them with theſe Spirits,
To make them Inſtruments of fear, and warning,
Upon ſome monſtrous Sate.
Now could I (Caska' name to thee a man,
Moſt like this dreadful Night,
That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graves, and roars,
As doth the Lyon in the Capitol :
A man no mightier then thy ſelf, or me,
In perſonal action ; yet prodigious grown,
And fearfull, as theſe ſtrange eruptions are.

Cask. Tis Cefar that you mean :
Is it not. Caffins?

Caffi. Ler it be who it is: for Romans now
Have Thewes, and Limbs, like to their Anceſtors ;
But woe the while, our Fathers minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our Mothers Spirits,
Our yoak, and ſufferance ſhew us Womaniſh,
(Cask. Indeed, they ſay, the Senators to morrow

Mean to eſtabliſh Cefar as a king :
And he ſhall wear his Crown by Sea, and Land,
In every place, ſave here in Italy.

Caffi. I know where I will wear this Dagger then ?
Caffins from Bondage will deliver Caffins :
Therein, ye Gods, you make the weak moſt ſtrong ;
Therein, ye Gods, you Tyrants do defeat.
Nor Stony Tower, nor Walls of beaten Braſs,
Nor air-leſs Dungeon, nor ſtronge Links of Iron.
Can be retentive to the ſtrength of ſpirit :
But Life being weary of theſe worldly Barrs,

Never

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Never lacks power to diſnifs it ſelf
If I know this, know all the World beſides.
That part of Tyranny that I do bear,
I can haſe off at pleafure,

Cask. So can I:

So every Bond-men in his own hand bears
The power to cancell his Captivity

Caff. And why should Cefar be a Tyrant then ?
Poor man, I know he would not be a Wolf.

But that he ſees the Romans are but Sheep :
He were no Lyon were not Romans Hinds.

Thofe that with haſte will make a mighty fire.

Begin it with weak Straws. What traſh is Rome ?
What Rubbith, and what Oſſal ? when it ſerves

For the bafe matter, to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cefar. Put oh Grief,

Where haſt thou led me ? I (perhaps) ſpeak this
Before a willing Bond-man : then I know
My anſwer muſt be made. But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indiſferent.

Cask. You ſpeak to Caska and to ſuch a man ;
That is no ſlearing ſell-tale. Hold, my Hand ;
Be faſtious for redrefs of all theſe Griefs,
And I will ſet this foot of mine as far,
As who goes fartheforth.

Caff. There's Bargain made.
Now know you. Cask, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the Nobleft minded Romans
To unde go, with me, an Enterprize,
Of Honourable dangerous conſtquence ;
And I do know by this, they ſay for me.
In Pompey's Porch, for now this ſeafar Night,
There is no ſir, or walking in the streets ;
And the Complexion of the Element
Is Favours, like the Work we have in hand,
Moſt bloody, ſiery, and moſt terrible.

Enter Cinna.

Caska. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haſte.

Caff. Tis Cinna: I do know him by his Gate,
He is a friend. Cinna, where haſte you to
Cinna. To find out you ? Who's that, Metellus Cymber
Caff. No, it is Caska, one incorporate
To our Attempts. A not ſtay'd for, Cinna?

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Cinna. I am glad on't.
What a fearful Night is this ?

What a fearful Night is this ?
There's two or three of us have seen strange fights
Am I not stay'd for ? tell me.

Cass. Am I not stay'd for ? tell me.

Cinna, Yes you are. O Cassius.

Cinna, Yes you are. O Cassius.
If you could but win the Noble Brutus
To our party—

To our party—
Cass. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper,
And look you lay it in the Pretors Chair,
Where Brutus may but find it: and throw this
In at in at his Window; set this up with Wax.
Upon old Brutus Statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompeys Porch, where you shall find us:
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

In at in at his Window; set this up with Wax
Upon old Brutus Statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompeys Porch, where you shall find us:
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there ?
Cinna All, but Metellus Cymber, and he's gone

Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cinna All, but Metellus Cymber, and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And fo below these Papers as you bad me.

And fo below these Papers as you bad me.
Cass. That done, repair to Pompeys Theatre.

Cass. That done, repair to Pompeys Theatre.
Exit Cinna.

Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his houſe: three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire

Is ours already, and the man entire
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Cask. O, he fits high in all the Peoples hearts
And that which would appear Offence in us,

And that which would appear Offence in us,
His Countenance, like richett Alchymie,

His Countenance, like richett Alchymie,
Will change to Vertue, and to Worthineſs.

Will change to Vertue, and to Worthineſs.
Cass. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him
You have right well conceited: let us go,
For it is after Mid-night, and ere day,
We will awake him and be sure of him.

Exeunt.

Astor, Secundus.

Enter Brutus in his Orchard.

Brut. What Lucius, ho ?

I cannot, by the progrefſs of the Stars,
Give gueſs how near to day—Lucious, I ſay?

I would it were my fault to ſleep ſo foundly.

When, Lucius, when? awake, I ſay: what Lucius.

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Enter Lucius.

Luc. Call'd you, my Lord?

Brut. Get me a Taper in my Study, Lucius:
When it is lighted come and call me here:

Luc. I will, my Lord.

Exit.

Brut. It muſt be by his death: and for my part,
I know no perſonal cauſe, to ſpurn at him,
But for the general. He would be Crown'd:

But for the general. He would be Crown'd:
How that might change his nature, there's the queſtion?
It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder,
And that craves wary walking: Crown him that,
And then I grant we put a String in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.

And then I grant we put a String in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
T'abufe of Greatneſs, is, when it diſjoyns

That at his will he may do danger with.
T'abufe of Greatneſs, is, when it diſjoyns
Remote from Power: and to ſpeak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known, when his affections ſway'd

Remote from Power: and to ſpeak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known, when his affections ſway'd
More then his Reaſon. But 'tis a common proof,
That Lowlineſs is young Ambitious Ladder,

That Lowlineſs is young Ambitious Ladder,
Whereto the Climber upwards turns his Face:
But when he once attains the upmoſt Round,
He then unto the Ladder turns his Back,
Looks in the Clouds, ſcorning the bafe degrees

Looks in the Clouds, ſcorning the bafe degrees
By which he did aſcend: to Cæsar may

By which he did aſcend: to Cæsar may;
Then leaſt he may, prevent. And ſince the Quarrel

Then leaſt he may, prevent. And ſince the Quarrel
Will bear no colour, for the thing he is,

Will bear no colour, for the thing he is,
Fathion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to thofe, and theſe extremities:

Would run to thofe, and theſe extremities:
And therefore think him aa Serpents Egg,
Which hatch'd would as his kind grow miſchievous;

And therefore think him aa Serpents Egg,
Which hatch'd would as his kind grow miſchievous;
And kill him in the ſhell.

Enter Lucious.

Luc. The Taper burneth in your Cloſet, Sir:
Searching the Window for a Flin, I found
This Paper, thus ſeal'd up and I am ſure.
It did not lye there when I went to Bed.
Gives him the Letter.

Gives him the Letter.

Brut. Get you to Bed again, it is not day.

Brut. Get you to Bed again, it is not day.
Is not to morrow (Boy) the firſt of March?

Luc. I know not Sir.

Luc. I know not Sir.
Brut. Look in the Calender, and bring me word.

Luc. I will, Sir.

Exit.

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Brut. The exhaltations, whizzing in the air,
Give so much light, that I may read by them.
Opens the Letter and reads

Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake, and see thy self ;
Shall Rome &c. speak strike, redrefs,

Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake,
Such intrigations have been often dropt,

Such intrigations have been often dropt,
Where have took them np :

Where have took them np :

Where have took them np :  
Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out,
Shall Rome, stand under one mans awe ? What Rome ?

My Ancestors did f, om the streets of Rome

My Ancestors did f, om the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call a King.
Speak strike, redrefs. Am I entreated

The Tarquin drive, when he was call a King.
To speak and strike ? O Rome, I make thee promise,
If the redrefs will follow, thou receivest

If the redrefs will follow, thou receivest
Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus.

Enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, March is wailed Fifteen days.

Knock within.

Brut. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate, some body knocks,
Sincs Caffius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not flep.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the firſt motion, all the Intrim is
Like a Phantasm, or hideous Dream :

Like a Phantasm, or hideous Dream :
The Genius, and the mortal instruments
Are then in councell and the state of man,
Like to a little Kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an Inſurrection.

Enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, ,tis your Brother Caffius at the Door,

Who define to see you.

Brut. Is he alone ?

Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.

Brut. Do you know them ?

Luc. No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Ears,
And half their Faces buried in their Cloacks,
That by no means I may discover them,

By any mark of favour.

Brut. Let 'em enter :

They are the Fadion. O Conſpiracy,
Shamſt thou to ſhow thy danger'ous Brow by Night,

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When evils are most free ? O then, by day

Where wilt thou find a Cavarn dark enough,

To mask thy monſtrous Vifage ? Seek none Conſpiracy,

Hide it in Smiles, and affability :

For If thou path thy Native ſemblance on,

Not Erebus it ſelf were dim enough,

To hide thee from prevention.

Enter the Conſpirators Caffius, Caska, Decius, Cinna,
Metellus and Trebonius.

Caff. I think we are too bold upon your Reſt :

Good morrow Brutus, do we trouble you ?

Brut. I have been up this hour, awake all Night :

Know I theſe men, that come along with you ?

Caff. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here

But honours you : and every one doth wifh,

You had but that opinion of your ſelf,

Which every Noble Roman bears of you.

This is Trebonius.

Brut. He is welcome hither,

Caff. This, Decius Brutus

Brut. He is welcome too.

Caff. This, Caska, this, Cinna, and this, Metellus Cymber.

Brut. They are all welcome.

What watchful Cares do interpofe themſelves

Betwixt your Eyes, and Night ?

Caff. Shall I intreat a word ?

They wifper:

Decius. Here lies the Eaſt, doth not the Day break here?

Cask. No.

Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth, and yon grey Lines,
That fret the Clouds, are Meffengers of Day.

Cask. You ſhall confes, that you are both deceiv'd?
Here, as I point my Sword, the Sun arifes,

Which is a great way growing on the South.

Weighing the youthful Season of the Year,

Some two Months hence, up higher toward the North

He firſt prefents his Fire, and the high Eaſt

Stands as the Capitol, directly here.

Brut. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

Caff. And let us ſwear our Reſolution.

Brut. No, not an Oath, if not the Face of Men,
The Suff erance of our Souls, the times Abuse;

If theſe Motives weak, break off betimes,

And every Man hence to his idle Bed ?

So let high-fi ghted Tyranny range on,

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Till each Man dorop by Lottery. But if these
(As I am sure they do) bear Fire enough
To kindle Cowards, and to feal with Valour
The melting Spirits of Women. Then Countrymen,
What need we any Spur, but our own Caufe,
To prick us to redrieſs? What other Bond,
Then ſecret Romans, that have ſpoke the Word,
And will not pailer? And what other Oa.h
Than Honesty to Honesty ingag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it.

That this shall be, or we will fall for it.
Swear Prieſs and Cowards, and Men cautious
Old feeble Carriers, and ſuch ſuffering Souls
That welcome Wrongs: Unto bad Caufes, ſwear
Such Creatures as Men doubt; but do not ſtain
The even vertue of our Enterprize,

Nor th' infuppreſſive Mettle of our Spirits,
To think, that, or our Caufe, or our Performance
Did need an Oath. When every drop of Blood
That every Roman bears, and Nobly bears,
Is guity of a ſeveral Balfardy,
If he do break the ſmallest Particle
Of any Promife that heath palt from him.

Caf. But what of Cicero? Shall we found him?
I think he will land very ſtrong with us.

Cask. Let us not leave him out.

Cin. No, by no means.

Metel, O let us have him! for his Silver Hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion:

And buy Mens Voyces, to commend our Deeds :
It ſhall be ſaid, his judgment rul'd our Hands,
Our You hs, and Wildneſs, shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his Gravity.

Bru. O name him not; let us not break with him
For he will never follow any thing

That other Men begin.

Caf. Then leave him out.

Cask. Indeed, he is not fit.

Decius. Shall no Man eſſe he touch'd, but only Cæsar?

Caf. Decius well arg'd: I think it is not meer,
Mark Antony, so well beloved of Cæsar,

Should out-live Cæsar, we ſhall ſird of him
A threwd Contriver. And you know, his means
If he improve them, may well ſtretch so far

As to any us all: which to prevent,
Let Antony and Cæsar fall together.

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Bru. Our Courſe will seem too bloody, Caius Caffius,
To cut the Head off, and then hack the Limbs :
Like Wrath in Death, and Envy afterwards.

For Antony is but a Limb of Cæsar
Let's be Sacrificers, but no Butchers, Caius:
We all land up againſt the Spirit of Cæsar,
And in the Spirit of Men there is no Blood:
O that we then could come by Cæsar's Spirit,
And not diſmember Cæsar! But (alas!)
Cæsar muſt bleed for it. And gentle Friends,
Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully:
Let's crave him, as a Difſt ſit for the Gods,
Not hew him as a Carkaſ ſit for Hounds;
And let our Hearts, as ſubtle Matters do,
Stir up their ſervants to an act of Rage,
And after seem to chide 'em. This ſhall make
Our Purpofe neceſſary, and not envious.

With ſo appearing to the common Eyes,
We ſhall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers,
And for Mark Antony, think not of him:
For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
When Cæsar's Head is off.

Caf. Yet I fear him,
For in the ingrafted Love he bears to Cæsar.

Bau. Alas! good Caffius, do not think of him:
If he love Cæsar, all that he can do
Is to him ſelt; take thought, and dye for Cæsar;
And that were much he ſhould, for he is given
To Sports and Wildneſs, and much company.

Treb. There is no fear in him; let him nor dye,
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

Cock strikes.

Bru. Peace, count the Clock.
Caffi. I the Clock hath ſtriken Three.
Treb. 'Tis time to part.
Caffi. But it is bountful yet,
Whe her Cæsar will come forth to day, or no:
For he is Superſtitu'd grown of lare,

Quite from the main Opinion he held once,
Of Fantafie, of Dreams, and Ceremonies:
It may be thele apparent Prodiſg es,
The unaccuſtom'd Terror of this Nighe.

And the Perſwation of his Augurers.

May hold him from the Capitol to day.

Decius. Never fear that: if he be to reſolv'd,
I can o're ſway him: For he loves to hear,

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That Unicorns may be betray'd with Trees,
And Bears with Glances, Elephants with Holes,
Lyons with Toys, and Men with Flatterers,
But, when I tell him he hates Flatterers,
He fays, he does; being then moft flattered.

Let me work:

For I can give his Humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

Bra. By the eighth Hour, is that the etermoft?

Cin. Be that the etermoft: and fail not then.

Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard,

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey,

I wonder none of you have thought of him.

Bra. Now good Metellus go along by him:

He loves me we l, and I have given him Reafon,

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Caf. The Morning comes upon's:

We'll leave you, Brutus,

And Friends diſperſe your ſelves; but all remember

What you have faid, and ſhew your ſelves true Romans.

Bra. God od Gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.

Let not our Looks put on our Purpofes,

But hear it as our Roman Actors do,

With unty'd Spirits, and formal Conſtancy.

And so good morrow to you every one.

Manet Brutus.

Boy: Lucius: Faſt asleep? It is no matter.

Enjoy the honey heavy Dew of Slumber:

Thou haſt no Figures, nor no Fantasies,

Which buſe Care draws in the Brains of Men;

Therefore thou sleep't it found.

Exeunt.

Enter Portia.

Por. Brutus, my Lord.

Bra. Portia, What mean you? wherefore rife you now?

It is not for your Health, thus to commit

Your weak Condition to the raw cold Morning.

Por. Nor for yours neither. Y have ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my Bed: and yesternight at Supper
You suddenly aſte, and walk'd about,

Musing, and fighting, with your arms a-croſs :

And when I ask'd you what the matter was,

You ſtar'd upon me, with ungentle Looks,

I ung'd you further; then you scratch'd your Head,

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And too impatiently Ramp'd with your Foot:

Yet I infiſted; yet you anſwer'd not,

But with an angry Wafter of your hand,

Gave ſign for me to leave you; So I did,

Fearing to strengthen that Impatience

Which seem'd too much inſkindeſt; and withal,

Hopit g it was but an off & of Humour,

W hich I, midime hath his hour with every Man.

It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor ſleep;

Ard could it wor so much upon your Shape,

As it hath much prevail'd on your Condition,

I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my Lord,

Make me acquainted with your caufe of Grief.

Bra. I am not well in Health, and that is all.

Por. Brutus is wife, and were he not in Health,
He would embrace the means to come by it.

Bra. Why so. I do: good Portia go to bed.

Por. Is Brutus ſick? And is it Physical

To walk unbraced, and fuck up the humours

Of the dark Morning? What, is Brutus ſick?

And will he feal out of his wholeme Bed

To dare the vile Contagion of the Night?

And tempt their rheumy, and unpurged Airs,

To add unto his Sickness: No, my Brutus,

You have ſome ſick Offence within your Mind,

Which by the Right and Verue of my place,

I ought to know of: And upon my Knees,

I charm you, by my once commended Beauty,

By all your Vows of Love, and that great Vow

Which did incorporate and make us one,

That you unfold to me, your ſelf, your half

Why you are heavy, and what Men to night

Have had Refort to you; for here have been

Some fix or ſeven, who did hide their Faces

Even from darkneſs.

Bra. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,

Is it excepted, I should know no Secrets

That apperation to you? Am I your Self,

But as it were in Sort, or Limitation?

To keep with you at Meals, comfort your Bed,

And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in Suburbs

Of your good Pleasure? If it be no more,

Portia is Brutus Harlot, not his Wife.

Bri.

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Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife,
As dear to me, as are the ruddy Drops
That vouch my fad Heart.

That vouch my fad Heart.

That vouch my fad Heart.
Por. If this were true, then should I know this Secret:
I grant I am a Woman; but withal,
A Wam that Lord Brutus took to Wife;
I grant I am a Woman, but withal,
A Woman well reputed: Cato's Daughter.
Think you, I am no stronger than my Sex,
Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded?

Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded
Tell me your Counfels, I will not ditclofe 'em:
I have made strong Proof of my Conftancy,
Giving my self a voluntary Wound

Giving my self a voluntary Wound
Here, in the Thigh: Can I bear that with Patience,
And not my Husband's Secret?

Bru. O ye Gods!

Bru. O ye Gods!
Render me worthy of this Noble Wife.
Hark: hark, one knocks: Portia go in a while,
And by and by the Bofom shall partake
The Secrets of my Heart.

The Secrets of my Heart.
All my Engagements I will conf true to thee,
All the Charaſler y of my fad Brows:

Leave me with haſte. Exit. Portia.

Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

Lucius, Who's that knocks?

Lucius, Who's that knocks?
Lue. Here is a fick Man that would ſpeak with you.

Lue. Here is a fick Man that would ſpeak with you.
Brius. Caius-Ligarius, that Metellus Ipake of.

Brius. Caius-Ligarius, that Metellus Ipaſke of.
Boy, I land at de. Caius Ligarius, how?

Cai. Vouchſaſe Good Morrow from a feeble Tongue:
Bra. O what a time have you chafe out, brave Caius,
To wear a Kerchief? Would you were not fick.

Cai. I am not fick if Brutus have in hand
Any Exploit worthy the Nam. of Honour.

Brut. Such an Exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful Ear to hear of it.

Cai. By all the Gods that Romans how before,
I hete diſcard my fickneſt. Soul of Rome,
Brave Son, deri'd from Honourable Loins,
Thou I ke an Exorcit, haſt conjur'd up
My mortified Spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will ſtrive with things impoffible,
Yea get the better of them. What's to do?

Brius. A piece of Work,
That will make fick Men whole.

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Cai. But are not ſome whole, that we muſt make ſick?

Brius. That muſt we alſo. What it is, my Caius,
I ſhall unfold to thee, as we are going,
To whom it muſt be done.

Cai. Set on your Foot,
And with a Heart neſt-fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what? but it ſufficeth,
That Brutus, leads me on.

Brius. Follow me then.

Thunder and Lightning.

Enter Julius Cæsar in his Night Gown.

Cæsar. Nor Heaven nor Earth,
Have been at Peace to night:
Thrice hath Calpburnia, in her ſleep cryed out,
Help, ho: They murther Cæsar. Who's within?

Enter a Servant.

Ser. My Lord.
Caf, Go bid the Priefts do preſent Saſtifice,
And bring me their Opinions of Succes.

Ser. I will, my Lord.

Enter Calpburnia.

CaL. What mean you Cæsar, think you to walk fosth?
You shall not flirr out of your house to day.

Cæsar. Cæsar shall forth, the things that threaten'd me,
Ne're look'd but on my Back: When they shall fee
The Face of Cæsar, they are vaniſhed.

Cali. Cæsar. I never ſtood on Ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me: There is one within,
Befides the things that we have heard and ſeen,
Recounts moſt horrid Sights ſeen by the Watch.

A Lioneſs hath whelped in the Streets,
And Graves have yawnne and yielded up their dead
Fierce fiery Warriours fight upon the Clouds
In Ranks and Squadrons, and right form of War,
Which drizel'd Blood upon the Capitol:

The noife of Battle hurtled in the Air;
Horſes do neigh, and dying Men did groan,
And Ghoſts did ſtrick and ſqueal about the Streets.

O Cæsar, these ſhings are beyond all ſtife,
And I do fear them.

D

Thunder.
Excuse.

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Cæsar. What can he avoided?

Whole End is purposed by the mighty Gods?
Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these Predictions

Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these Predictions
Are to the World in general as to Cæsar.

Are to the World in general as to Cæsar.
Cæsar. When beggars dye, there are no Comets seen,

Cæsar. When beggars dye, there are no Comets seen,
The Heavens themselves blaze forth the Death of Princes.

The Heavens themselves blaze forth the Death of Princes.
Cæsar. Cowards many times before their Deaths,

Cæsar. Cowards many times before their Deaths,
The valiant never rafte of Death but once:
Of all the Wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that Men should fear,
Seeing that Death, a necessary End,
Will come when it will come.

Enter a Servant.

What fay the Augures?

Ser. They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
Plucking the Intrails of an Offering forth,
They could not find a Heart within the beast.

They could not find a Heart within the beast.
Cæsar. The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice.

Cæsar. should be a Beast without a Heart

If he should stay at home today for fear

If he should stay at home today for fear
No, Cæsar shall not; Danger knows full well,

That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.

That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
We hear two Lyons litter'd in one day.

And I the Eder and more terrible,

And Cæsar shall go forth.

Cæsar. Alas! my Lord,

Your Wisdom is confounded in Confidence.

Do not go forth to-day: call it my Fear,

That keeps you in the House, and not your own.

We'll tend Mark Antony to the Senate-house,

And he shall say, you are not well to day:

Let me upon my Knee, prevail in this.

Cæsar. Mark Antony shall say I am not well,

And for thy Humour, I will stay at home.

Enter Dicinus.

Here's Decius Brutus he shall tell them so,

Decius. Cæsar, all hait: Good morrow worthy Cæsar,

I come to fetch you to the Senate-house.

Cæsar. And you are come in very happy time,

To hear my greeting to the Senators,

And tell them that I will not come to-day.

Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falter

I will not come to-day, tell them so Decius.

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Cæsar. Say he is fick.

Cæsar. Shall Cæsar send a Lye?

Have I in Conquest strech'd mine Armes so far,

To be afraid to tell Gray-beards the Truth,

Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

Decius. Moft mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause:

Left I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.

Decius. The Cause is in my will, I will not come,

That is enough to satisfie the Senate.

But for your private Satisfaction,

Because I love you, I will let you know.

Calphurnia, here my Wife itays me at home:

Shedream'd to night, the faw my Statue,

Which like a Fountain, with an hundred Spouts,

Did run pure Blood; and many luffy Romans

Came smiling, and did bath their Hands in it;

And these does he apply, for Warnings and Portents,

And Evils imminent; and on her Knee.

Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to day.

Decius. This Dream is all amifs interpreted,

It was a Vifion, fair and fortunate:

Your Statue spouting Blood in many Pipes,

In which so many smiling Romans bath'd.

Signifies, that from your great Rome shalluck

Reviving Blood, and that great Men shall prefs

For Tinctures, Stains, Reliques, and Cognifance.

This by Calphurnia's Dream is signified.

Decius. And this way have you well expounded it?

Decius. I have, when you have heard what I can say.

And know it now, the Senate have concluded

To give this day a Crown to mighty Cæsar.

If you shall fend the word you will not come,

Their minds may change. Besides it were a mock

Apt to be render'd, for some oneroay fay,

Break up the Senate, till another time:

When Cæsar's Wife shall meet with better Dreams:

If Cæsar hide himfelf, shall they not whisper

Lo Cæsar is afraid?

Pardon me Cæsar, for my dear, dear Love.

To your proceedings, bids me tell you this:

And Rerfon to my love is liable.

Cæsar. How foolish do your Fears seem now Calphurnie?

I am affamed I did yield to them.

Give me my Kobe, for I will go.

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Enter Brutus; Ligarius, Metellus, Caska, Trebonius,
Cynna, and Publius.

And look where Publius is come to fetch me!

Pub. Good morrow Cæsar.

Cæs. Welcome Publius.

What Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?

Good morrow Caska; Caius Ligarius,

Cæsar was ne're so much your Enemy,

As that fame Ague which hath made me lean.

What is't a Clock?

Bru. Cæsar, 'tis Brucken Eight.

Cæs. I thank you for your Pains and Courtesie.

Enter Antony.

See, Antony that reals long a nights

Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow Antony.

Ant. So to mol't Noble Cæsar.

Cæs. Bid them prepare within:

I am to blame to be thus waited for.

Now Cynna, now Metellus: what Trebonius?

I have an hours talk in store for you;

Remember that you call on me to day;

Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cæsar I will: and so near will I be,

That your best Friends shall with I had been further.

Cæs. Good Friends go in, and take some Wine with me.

And we (like Friends) will straightway go together.

Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæsar,

The Heart of Brutus earns to think upon

Exeunt.

Enter Artemidorus.

Cæsar, beware of Brutus, take heed of Caius; come not near Caska,
have an eye to Cynna, trust not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cymber,
Decius Brutus loves thee not: Thou haſt wrong'd Caius Ligarius.
There is but one Mind in all these Men, and it is bent against
Cæsar: If thou beest not Immortal, look about you. Security gives way
to Confiancy. The mighty Gods defend thee. Thy Love, Artemidorus.
Here will I stand till Cæsar palls along,

And as a Suitor will I give him this:

My heart laments, the Vertue cannot live

Out of the teeth of Emulation.

If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayeſt live,
If not, the Fates with Traitors do contrive.

Exit.

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Enter Portia and Lucius.

Por. I prethee Boy, run to the Senate-houſe,
Stay not to anſwer me, but get thee gone.

Why doeft thou ſlay ?

Luc. To know my Errand, Madam.

Por. I would have had thee there and here agen
'ere I can tell the what thou should't do there:

O Conſtancy, be ſtrong upon my ſide.

Set a huge Mountain 'tween my Heart and Tongue :

I have a Mans Mind, but a Womans Might:

How hard it is for Women to keep Counſel.

Art thou here yet?

Luc. Madam, what should I do?

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

And to return to you, and nothing else?

Por. Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well,

For he went fickly forth: and take good note

What Cæsar doth, what Sutors preſs to him.

Hark Boy, what Noife is that?

Luc. I hear none, Madam.

Por. Prithee ſliffen well:

I heard a bufſling Rumour like a Fray,

And the Wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc. Soth Madam, I hear nothing.

Enter the Soothſayer

Por. Come hither Fellow, which way haſt thou been?

Sooth. At mine own Houſe, good Lady,

Por. What is't a Clock?

Sooth. About the ninth hour Lady.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?

Sooth. Madam, not yet, I go to take my Stand.

To fee him palls on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou haſt ſome Suit to Cæsar, haſt thou not?

Sooth. That I have Lady, if it will please Cæsar

To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me:

I ſhall beſeech him to beſtriend himſelf.

Por. Why know'ft thou any harm's intended towards him?
Sooth. None that I know will be.

Much that I fear may chance:

Good morrow to you, here the fleet is narrow,

The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,

Of Senators, of Prætors, common Sutors,

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There is no fellow in the Firmament.

The Skies are painted with unnumbed Sparks;
They are all Fire, and every one doth shine :

But, there's but one in all doth hold his place.
So, in the World; 'Tis furnish'd well with Men,

And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensive;

Yet in the number, I do know but One
That unaf'th' table holds on his Rank,

Unfahk'd of Motion: and that I am he,

Let me a little shew it, even in this:

That I was contant Cymber should be banif't,
And contant do remain to keep him so.

Cinna. O Cæsar.

Cæf. Hence: Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Decius. Great Cæsar.

Cæf. Doth not Brutus bootlefs kneel?

Cask. Speak hands for me

They flab Cæsar.

Cæf. Et tu Brute? — Then fall Cæsar. Dyes.

Cin. Liberty, Freedom; Tyranny is dead,

Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the Streets.

Caffi. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out

Liberty, Freedom, and Enfranchisement.

Brut. People and Senators, be not affrighted:

Tly not, ſtand still: Ambitions debt is paid.

Cask. Go to the Pulpit Brutus.

Dec. And Caffius too.

Bru. Where's Publius?

Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fall together, left some Friend of Cæsars Should cha

Brut. Talk not of ſtanding. Publius, good cheer,

There is no harm intended to your perſon.

Nor to no Roman elfe: to tell them Publius.

Caffi. And leave us Publius, left that the people

Rufhing on us, ſhould do your Age ſome miſcief.

Brut. Do so, and let no man abide this deed,

But we the Doers.

Enter Trebonius.

Caffi. Where is Antony?

Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd:

Men, Wives, and Children, ſtare, cry out, and run,
As it were Doomday.

Bru. Fates, we will know your pleafures:

That we ſhall dye we know, 'tis but the time

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And drawing days out, that men ſtand upon:

Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty years of life,
Cuts off ſo many years of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

So are we Cæsars Friends, that have abridg'd

His time of fearing death. Stoop Romans, ſtood,

And let us bath our hands in Cæsars blood

Up to the Elbows, and befear our Swords :

Then walk we forth even to the Market place

And waving our red Weapons o're our heads,

Let's all cry Peace, Freedom, and Liberty.

Caffi. Stoop then, and wafh. How many Ages hence

Shall this our lofty Scene be acted over,

In State unborn, and Accents yet unknown?

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in ſport?

That now on Pompeys Bafis lye along,

No worthyer then the duſt?

Caff. So oft as that ſhall be,

So often ſhall the knot of us be called,

The Men that gave their Country Liberty.

Dec. What, ſhall we forth?

Caff. I, every man away.

Brutus ſhall lead, and we will grace his heels

With the moſt holdeſt, and beſt hearts of Rame.

Enter a Servant.

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antonys.

Ser. Thus Brutus did my Maſter bid me kneel;

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,

And being proftrate, thus he bad me ſay:

Brutus is Noble, Wife, Valiant, and Honeſt;

Cæsar was Mighty, Bold, Royal, and Loving:

Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;

Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.

If Brutus will vouchſafe, that Antony

May safely come to him, and be refolv'd

How Cæsar hath deferv'd to lye in death,

Mark Antony ſhall not love Cæsar dead

So well as Brutus living; but will follow

The Fortunes and Affairs of Noble Brutus,

Through the hazards of this untrod State,

With all true Faith. So ſays my Maſter Antony.

Bru. Thy Maſter is a Wife Valiant Roman,

I never thought him worſe:

Tell him, ſo pleafe him come unto this place

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He shall be satisfied: and by my Honour
Depart untouch'd.

Ser. He fetch him presently. Exit Servant.

Bri. I know that we shall have him well to Friend.

Caff. I with you may: But yet have I a mind
That fears him much: and my milting still
Falls threwly to the purpose.

Enter Antony.

Bri. But here comes Antony:
Welcome Mark Antony.

Ant. O mighty Cæsar! D. It thou lye so low?
Are all thy Conqueſts, Gories, Triumphs, Spoils,
Shrunk to this little Meaſure? Fare the well.

I know not Gentlemen what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I my ſelf, there is no hour to fit.

As Cæsar, death's hour; nor no Instrument
Of half that worth, vs those your Swords, made rich
With the moſt Noble blood of all this World.

I do beſech you, if you bea me hard,
How, while it: our purpled hands do reek and smoak,
Fulſt your pleasure. Live a Thousand years,
I ſhall not find my ſelf ſo apt to dye.

No, place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off.

The Choice and Matter Spirits of this Age.

Bri. O Antony! Beg not your death of us:
Though now we muſt appear bloody and cruel,
As by our hands, and this our preſent Act
You fee we do: Yet fee you but our hands,

And this, the bleeding buſines they have done,
Our heares you fee not, they are pittifull.

And pitty to the general wrong. I Rome,
As fire divels our fire, to pitty, pitty

Hath done this deed on Cæsar: For your part,
To you our Swords have leaden points Mark Antony.

Our Arms in ſtrength of malice, and our hearts
Of Brothers temper, do receive you in,
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

Caff. Your voyce I shall be as strong as any man,
In the diſpofing of new Dignities.

Bri. Only be patient, till we have appeaſ'd
The Multitude, besides themſelves with fear,
And then, we will deliver you the caſe,

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Why I, that did love Cæsar when I took him,
Have thus proceeded.

Ant. I doubt not of your Wisdom.

Let each man render me his bloody hand:

Fifth Aorus Brutus will I shake with you;

Next Caius Ceffus do I take your hand;

Now Decius Brutus yours? now yours Aetetus;

Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours;

Though laſt, not laſt in love, yours good Trebonius,

Gentlemen all: Alas, what ſhall I ſay?

My credit now ſtands on ſuch ſlippery ground,

That one of two bad ways you muſt conceit me,
Either a Coward or a Flatterer.

That I did love thee Cæsar, O is true:

If then thy Spirit look upon us now,

Shall it not grieve the dearer then thy death,

To fee thy Antony making his peace,

Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?

Moſt Noble, in the preference of thy Coarſe,

Had I as many eyes, as thou half wounds,

Weeping as ſalt as they ſtream forth thy blood,

It would become me better, then to cloſe

In terms of Friendſhip with thine enemies.

Pardon me Julius, here waſt thou bay'd brave Hart,

Here did Ithou fall, and here thy Hunteſt stand

Sign'd in thy Spoil, Crimſon'd in thy Lethee.

O World! thou waſt the Forreſt to this Hart,

And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee;

How like a Deer, ſtroken by many Princes,

Doth thou here lye?

Caff. Mark Antony.

Ant. Pardon me Caius Ceffus.

The Enemie of Cæsar shall ſay this:

Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modity.

Caff. I blame you not for praisſing Cæsar ſo,

But what compaſt mean you to have with us?

Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,

Or ſhall we or, and not depend on you?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Cæsar.

Friends am I with you all, and love you all,

Upon this hope, that you ſhall give me Reaſons.

Why and werehin, Cæsar was dangerous.

Eru. Or else were this a ſavage Spectacle,

Our Reaſons are ſo full of good re gard,

That were you Antony, the Son of Cæsar,

You shall be ſatisfied.

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Ant. That's all I seek,
And am moreover futor, that I may
Produce his body to the Market place.
And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend,
Speak in the Order of his Funerall.

Bru. You shall Mark Antony.

Caffi Brutus, a word with you :
You know not what you do ; Do not con fent
That Antony speak in his Funerall :
Know you how much the people may be mov'd
By that which he will utter ?

Bru. By your pardon :
I will my felf into the Pulpit first,
And fhow the reafon of our Cæsar death.
What Antony fhall speak, I will proteft
He ſpeaks by leave, and by permiſſion :
And that we are contented Cæsar ſhall
Have all true Kites, and lawful Ceremonies,
It ſhall advantage more, than do us wrong.
Caffi. I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. Mark Antony, here take you Cæsars body :
You ſhall not in your Funerall ſpeech blame us,
But ſpeak all good you can devife of Cæsar,
And ſay you do't by our permission :
Eſſe ſhall you not have any hand at all
About his Funeral. And you ſhall ſpeak.
In the fame Pulpit whereto I am going,
After my ſpeach is ended.

Ant. Be it so:
I do define no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us.
Manet Antony.
O pardon me thou bleeding piece of Earth:
That I am meek and gentle with theſe Butchers,
Thou art the Ruins of the Nobleft man
That ever lived in the Tide of Times.
Woe to the hand that ſhed this costly Blood:
Over thy wounds, now do I Prophetic,
(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 ſierce Civil ſtrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Blood and deſtruſion ſhall be ſo in uſe,
And dreadful Objeſts ſo familiar,
That Mothers ſhall but ſmile. when they behold

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Their Infants quartered with the hands of War:
All pity choak'd with cuſtom of fell deeds,
And Cæsars Spirit ranging for Revenge,
With Ate by his ſide, come hot from Hell,
Shall in theſe Confines with a Monarks voyce,
Cry havock, and let ſlip the Dogs of War,
That this foul deed, ſhall smell above the Earth
With Carrion men, groaning for Burial.

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You ſerve Oſlavius Cæsar, do you not?
Ser. I do Mark Antony.
Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receive his Letters, and is coming,
And bid me ſay to you by word of mouth
O Cæsar !

Ant. Thy heart is big: get thee a part and weep :
Paffion I fee is catching from mine eyes,
Seeing theſe Beads of ſorrow ſtand in thine,
Begin to water. Is thy Maſter coming?

Ser. He lies to night within ſeven Leagues of Rome.
Ant. Poſt back with ſpeed,
And tell him what hath chanc'd:
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome.
No Rome of safety for Oſlavius yet,
Hye hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a while,
Thou ſhalt not back, till I have born this coarſe
Into the Market place: There ſhall I try
In my Oration, how the People take
The cruel ſtue of theſe bloody men,
According to the which thou ſhalt discurſe
To young Oſlavius, of the ſtate of things,
Lend me your hand.
Exeunt.

### Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit, and Caffius, with the Plebeians.

Ple. We will be ſatisfied : let us be ſatisfied,
Bru. Then follow me, and give me Audience friends.
Caffius go you into the other street,
And part the Numbers:
Thofe that will hear me ſpeak, let 'em ſtay here,
Thofe that will follow Caffius, go with him,
And publick Reaſons ſhall be rendred
Of Cæsars death.

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4. P/e. I will hear Brutus speak.

2. I will hear Cæsars, and compare their Reafons,
When feverally we hear them rendred.

2. The Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence.

Bru. Be patient till the last.
Romans, Country-men, and Lovers, hear me for my cauf, and
Brutus, Country-men, and Lovers, hear me for mine Honour, and have
be fitent that you may hear. Believe me for mine Honour, and have
respect to mine Honour, that you may believe. Censure me in
your Wifdom, and awake your Senſes, that you may the better
to him I ſay, that Brutus love to Cæsar, was no leſs then his. I
then that Friend demand, why Brutus roſe againſt Cæsar, this is my
Anſwer: Not that I lov'd Cæsar leſs, but that I lov'd Rome more.
Had you rather Cæsar were living, and dye all Slaves; then that
Cæsar were dead, to live all Free-men? As Cæsar lov'd me, I wcep
for him; as he was Fortunate, I rejoyce at it; as he was Valiant, I
honour him: But, as he was Ambitious, I flew him. There is
Tears, for his love: Joy, for his Fortune: Honour, for his Valour:
And Death for his Ambition. Who is here ſo bleſs, that would be
a Bondman? If any, ſpeak, for him have I offended. Who is here
ſo rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, ſpeak, for him have I
offended. Who is here ſo vile, that will not love his Country? If
any, ſpeak, for him have I offended. I paſſe for a Reply.

All. Nore Brutus, none.

Brutus. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
Cæsar, then you ſhall do to Brutus. The Quetion of his death,
is inroll'd in the Cap'toll: his Glory not extenuated, wherein he
was worthy; nor his offences enfore'd, for which he ſuffered death.

Enter Mark Antony, with Caſars body.

Here comes his Body, mourn'd by Mark Antony, who though he had
no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place
in the Common-wealth, as which of you ſhall not? With this I
depart, that as I flew my best Lover for the good of Rome, I have
the fame Dagger for my ſelf, when it ſhall pleafe my Country to
need my death.

All. Live Brutus, live, live.

1. Bing him with Triumph home unto his house.

2. Give him a Statue with his Ancients.

3. Let him be Cæsar.

4. Cæsar better parts

Shall be Crown'd in Brutus.

1. We'll bring him to his House,
With Shows and Clamors.

Bru. My Country-men.

2. Peace, Silence, Brutus ſpears.

1. Beace ho.

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Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And (for my ſake) stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cæsar Corps, and grace his Speech
Tending to Cæsar Glories, which Mark Antony
(By our permission) is allow'd to make.
I doreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone till Antony have ſpoke.

1. Stay ho, and let us hear Mark Antony

3. Let him go up into the publick Chair,
We'll hear h.m. Noble Antony go up

Ant. For Brutus ſake, I am beholding to you.

4. What does he ſay of Brutus?

3. He ſays, for Brutus ſake

He finds himself beholding to u all.

4. 'Twere beſt he ſpeak no harm of Brutus here

1. This Cæsar was a Tyrant.

3. Nay that's certain:

We are bleſſt that Rome is rid of him.

2. Peace, let us hear what Antony can ſay.

Ant. You gentle Romans.

A'. Peace ho, let us heſſ him.

A'st. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears,
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praisè him:

The evil that men do, lives after them,

The good is oft entered with their bones,

So let it be with Cæsar. The Noble Brutus,

Hath told you Cæsar was Ambitious :

If it were to ſo it was a grievous Fault.

And grievouſly hath Cæsar anſwer'd it.

Here under leave of Brutus, and the rest

(For Brutus is an Honourable man,

So are they all; all Honourable men.)

Come I to ſpeak in Cæsar Funeral.

He was my Friend, faithful, and just to me;

But Brutus ſays, he was Ambitious,

And Brutus is an Honourable man.

He hath brought many Captives home to Rome,

Whose Ranfoms did the general Coffers fill:

Did this in Cæsar ſeem Ambitious?

When that the Poor have cry'd, Cæsar hath wept

Ambition ſhould be made of ſterner ſtuff,

Yet Brutus ſays, he was Ambitious:

You all did fee, that on the Lupersall,

I thrice preſented him a Kingly Crown.

Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition?

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Yet Brutus says, 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 I thou art Red to brutish Beasts,

And Men have loft their Reafon. Bear with me

My heart is in the Coffin there with Cæsar,

And I muft paufe, till it come back to me.

1. Methinks there is much reafon in his sayings.

2. If thou confider tightly of the matter,

Cæsar has had great wrong.

3. Has he Mafters? I fear there will a worfe come in his place

4. Mark't ye his words? he would not take the Crown,

Therefore 'tis certain, he was not Ambitious.

1. If it be found so, some will deer abide it.

2. Poor foul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3. There's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony.

4. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yefterday, the word of Cæsar might

Have flood againſt the World: Now lies he there;
And none ſo poor to do him reverence.

O Mafters! if I were diſpoſed to ſtir

Your hearts and minds to Mutiny and Rage,

I should do Brutus wrong, and Cæſius wrong:

Who (you all know) are Honourable men.

I will not do them wrong: I rather chooſe

To wrong the dead, to wrong my ſelf and you,

Then I will wrong fuch Honourable men.

But here's a Parchment, with the Seal of Cæsar,

I found it in his Cloſet, 'tis his Will:

Let but the Commons hear this Teſtament:

(Which pardon me) I do not mean to read,

And they would go and kifs dead Cæſars wounds.

And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood;

Yea, beg a hair of him for Memory,

And dying, mention it within their Wills,

Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy

Unto their ſlue.

4. We'll hear the Will, read it Mark Antony,

All. The Will, the Will; we will hear Cæſars Will.

Ant. Have patience gentle Friends, I muſt not read it.

It is not meet you know how Cæſar lov'd you:

You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but men:

And being men, hearing the Will of Cæſar

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It will inflame you, it will make you mad,

'Tis good you know not that you are his Heirs,
For if you ſhould, O what will come of it?

4 Read the Will, we'll hear it Antony:

You ſhall read us the Will, Cæſars Will.

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while

I have o're-fhot my ſelf to tell you of it,

I fear I wrong the Honourable men,

Whofe Daggers have ſtab'd Cæſar : I do fear it.

4 They were Traitors: Honourable men ?

All. The Will, the Teſtament.

2 They were Villa n', Murderes: the Will, read the Will.

Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will :

Then make a Ring about the Corps of Cæſar.

And let me ſhow you him that made the Will :

Shall I defcend ? And will you give me leave?

All. Come down.

2 Defcend.

3 You ſhall have leave.

4 A Ring, ſtand Round.

1 Stand from the Hearſe, ſtand from the Body.

2 Room for Antony, molſt Noble Antony.

Ant. Nay preſs not ſon pon me, ſtand far off.

All. Stand back : room, bear back.

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to ſhed them now.

You all do know this Mantle I remember

The first time ever Cæſar put it on,

'Twas on a Summers Evening in his Tent,

That Day he overcame the Nervii.

Look, in this place ran Cæſius Daggar through:

See what a rent the envious Caska made :

Through this, the well beloved Brutus ſtab'd,

And as he pluck'd his curſed Streel away :

Mark how the blood of Cæſar followed it,

As rufſing out of doors, to be reſolv'd

It Brutus ſo unkindly knock'd or no:

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæſars Angel.

Judge, O ye Gods, how dearly Cæſar lov'd him.

This was the molſt unkind cut of all,

For when the Noble Cæſar ſaw him ſtab,

Ing attitude, more ſtrong then Traitors arms,

Quite vanquifh'd him: then burſt his Mighty heart,

And in his Mande, Muffing up his face,

Even at the Bafe of Pompeys Statue

(Which all the while ran Blood) great Cæſar fell.

O what a fall was there, my Countrymen?

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Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whil't bloody Treason flourish'd over us,
O now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pitty: These are gracious drops.

The dint of pitty: These are gracious drops.
Kind Souls, what weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæsars Vulture wounded? Look you here,
Here is Himself, mar'd as you see with Traitors.

1. O pittrous spectacle!

2. O Noble Cæsar!

3. O woful day!

4. O Traitors, Villains!

1. O moit bloody fight!

2. We will be reveng'd: Revenge

About, seek, burn, fire, kill, slay,

Let not a Traitor live.

Ant. Stay Country men:

1. Peace there, hear the Noble Antony

2. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

Ant. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not flir you up.

To such a sudden Flood Mutiny.

1. hey 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,

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 writ, nor words, nor worth.

Action, nor Utterance, nor the power of speech,

To flir mens Blood. I only speak right on :

I tell you that which you your felves do know,

Shew you sweet Cæsar wounds: poor, poor, dumb mouths

And bid them spek for me: But were I Brutus,

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

World ruffle your Spirits, and put a Tongue

In every wound of Cæsar, that should move

The fones of, Rome, to rife and Mutiny.

All. We'll Mutiny.

1. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

2. Away then, come, seeke the Confpirators.

Ant. Yet hear me Countrymen, yet hear me speak.

1. Peace ho, hear Antony, moit noble Antony.

Ant. Way Friends, you go to do you know not what

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deferv'd your loves

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Alas you know not, I muft tell you then:

You have forgot the Will I told you of.

All. Moit true, the Will, let's flay and hear the Will.

Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cæsars Seal:

To every Roman Citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy five Drachmes.

2. Ple. Moit Noble Cæsar, we'll revenge his death.

3. Ple. 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 side Tyber, he hath left them you,

And to your Heirs for ever: common pleatures

To walk abroad and Recreate your Felves.

Here was a Cæsar: when comes such another?

1. Ple. 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. Go fetch fire.

3. Pluck down Benches.

4. Pluck down Forms, Windows any thing, Exempli

Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art a-foot.

Take thou what courfe thou wilt.

How now Fellow?

Enter Servant.

Ser. Sir, O Cætius is already come to Rome.

Ant. Where is he?

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cæsars house.

Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him :

He comes upon a will. Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will give us any thing.

Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cætius

Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome.

Ant. Belike they had some notice of the People,

How I had moved them. Bring me to O Cætius Executus

Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebians.

Cinna I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæsar.

And things unluckily charge my Fantafie:

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth

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1. What is your name?

2. Whether are you going?

3. Where do you dwell?

4. Are you a married Man or a Batchelor?

2. Answer every man directly.

1. I, and briefly.

4. 1/2 and wifely.

3. 1/2 and truly, you were beft.

Cin. What is my Name? Whether am I going? Where do I dwell?
Am I a married man or a Batchellour? Then to answer every Man, di-
rectly and brie y, wifely and truly: wifely I say I am a Batchellor.

2. That's as much as to say, they are Fools that marry: you'll
bear me a Bang for that I fear: proceed directly.

Cinna. Directly I am going to Cefar's Funeral.

1. As a Friend, or an Enemy?

Cinna. As a Friend.

2. That matter is answered directly.

4. For your dwelling; briefly.

Cinna. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

3. Your Name Sir, truly.

Cinna. Truly, my Name is Cinna.

1. Tear him to pieces, he's a Confpirator.

Cin. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.

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

Cin. I am not Cinna the Confpirator.

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

3. Tear him, tear him; Come, Brands ho, Firebrands: to Brutus, to Caffius, turn all. Some to Decius Houſe, and home to Caska's, home to Ligarius. Away, go. Exeunt all the Plebeians.

Aristus Quartus.

Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

Ant. These man then shall dye, their Names are prick'd.

Off. Your Brother too must dye; consent you Lepidus?

Lep. I do consent.

Offa. Prick him down Antony.

Lep. Upon Condition Publius shall no: live,

Who is your Sifters Son, Mark Antony.

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Ant. He shall not live, look, with a Spot I dam him,
But Lepidus, go you to Cefar'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?

Offa. Or here, or at the Capitol.

Ant. This is a flight unmeritable man,

Meet to be ſent on errands: is it fit

The three-fold World divided, he should land
One of the three to share it?

Offa. So you thought him,

And took his Voice who should be prick'd to dye
In our black Sentence and Proſcription

Ant. Oftavius, I have seen more days than you;

And though we lay these Honours on this Man,

To eafe our ſelves of divers ſland'rous Loads,

He shall but bear them, as the Aſs bears Gold,

To groan and sweat under the Bufineſs,

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.

Offa. You may do your Will:

But he's a tryed, and valiant Shouldier.

Ant. So is my Horſe Oſtavius, 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, govern'd by my Spirit,

And in some taſte, is Lepidus but to:

He muſt be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:

A barren ſpirited Fellow, one that feeds

On Objecſs, Arts and Imitations.

Which out of uſe, and ſtal'd by other men

Begin his Fashions: Do not take of him,

But as a Property: and now Oſtavius,

Liſten great things. Brutus and Caffius

Are levying Powers; We muſt ſtraight make head :

Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,

Our best Friends made, our means ſtretch'd,

And let us prefent go fit in Council,

How covert matters may be belt diſcios'

And open Perils ſureſt anſwered.

Offa. Let us do to: for we are at the Stake,
And bayed about with many Enemies.

Exit. Lepidus.

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And some that smile have in their Hearts I fear
Millions of mischiefs.

Exeunt.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucillius, and the Army.
Titinius and Pindarus meet them.

Bru. Stand ho.

Lucil. Give the Word ho, and stand.

Bru. What now Lucillius, is Caffius near?

Lucil. He is at hand, and Pindorus is come

To do you Salutation from his Maſter.

Bru. He greets me well. Your Maſter Pindarus
In his own Change, or by ill Officers,
Hath given me some worthy caufe to with,
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 Lucillius

How he receiv'd you : let me be refolv'd.

Lucil. With Courteſe, and with Refpect enough,

But not with ſuch familiar Inſtances,

Nor with ſuch free and frindly Conference

As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haſt defcrib'd

A hot Friend, cooling: Ever note Lucillius,
When Love begins to ſicken and decay

It uſeth an enſanced Ceremony.

There are no Tricks, in plain and ſimple Faith:

But hollow men, like Horſes hot at hand,

Make gallant ſhew, and promise of their Mettle:

Low March within.

But when they should endure the bloody Spur,

They fall their Creſts, and like deceitful Jades

Sink in the Tyial. Come his Army on?

Lu. il. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd:

The great part, the Horſe in general

Are come with Caffius,

Enter Caffius and his Powers.

Bru. Hark he is arriv'd;

March gently on to meet him.

Caff. Stand ho.

Bru. Stand ho, ſpeak the Word along.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand.

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Caffi. Moſt Noble Brother, you have done me wrong.

Bru. Judge me you Gods, wrong I mine Enemies?

And if not so, how ſhould I wrong a Brother?

Caffi. Brutus, this ſober Form of yours hides Wrongs,
And when you do them —

Brut. Caffius, be content.

Speak your griefs ſofily, 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 Caffius enlarge your Griefs,

And I will give you Audience.

Caffi. Pindarus,

Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off

A little from this Ground.

Bru. Lucillius, 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.

Manet Brutus and Caffius

Caffi. That 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 Letters, praying on his ſide,

Because I knew the Man was flighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd your ſelf to write in ſuch a Cafe.

Caffi. In ſuch a time as this, it is not meet

That every nice Offence should bear his Comment.

Bru. Let me tell you Caffius, you your ſelf

Are much condemn'd to have an itchіng Palm,

To fell, and mart your Offices for Gold

To Undefervers.

Caffi. I an itchіng Palm?

You know that you are Brutus that ſpeaks this,

Or by the Gods, this Speech were else your laſt.

Bru. The Name of Caffius honours this Corruption,

And Chailſiement doth therefore hide his Head.

Caffi. Chailſiement?

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember:

Did not great Julius bleed for Juitice ſike?

What Villain touch'd his Body, that did ſtub,

And not for Juitice? What? Shall one of Us,

That struck the tore moſt man of all this World,

But for ſupporting Robbers, I, shall we now,

Contaminate our Fingers, with bafe Bribes?

And ſell the mighty Ipace of our large Honours,

For so much Traſh, as may be graſped thus?

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I had rather be a Dog, and bay the Moon,
Than such a Roman.

Caffi. Brutus, bait not me,

I'll not indute it: you forget your self

To hedge me in I am a Souldier, I,

Older in Præſice, abler than your self

To make Conditions.

Bru. Go too: you are not Caffius.

Caffi. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Caffi. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self;

Have mind upon your Health: Tempt me no farther.

Bru. Away flight man.

Caffi. It's poffible;

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak!

Muſt I give way and room to your raſh Choler ?

Shall I be frighted when a Mad-man stares?

Caffi. O ye Gods, ye Gods, Muſt I endure all this?

Bru. All this ? I more: Fret till your proud Heart break.

Go ſhew your Slaves how cholermick you are,

And make your Bondmen tremble. Muſt I bow ?

Muſt I obſerve you ? Muſt I ſtand and crouch

Under your tefty Humour? By the Gods,

You shall digeſt the Venom of your Spleen

Though it do ſplit you. For, from this day forths,

I'll uſe you for my Mitth, yea for my Laughter

When you are Waſpilh.

Caffi. Is it come to this?

Bru. You ſay, you area better Souldier:

Let it appear-ſo; make your vaunting true,

And it shall pleafe me well. For mine own part,

I chall be glad to learn of Noble-men.

Caff. You wrong me every way :

You wrong me Brutus:

I faid, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.

Did I ſay Better ?

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Caff. When Cæsar liv'd, he durſt not thus have mov'd me:

Bru. Peace, Peace, you durſt not ſo have tempted him:

Caffi. I durſt not?

Bru. No.

Caffi. What? durſt not tempt him?

Bru. For your Life you durſt nor.

Caffi. Do not preſume too much upon my Love,

I may do that I chall be ſorry for.

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Bru. You have done that you ſhould be ſorry for.

There is no Terror Caffius in your Threats:

For I am arm'd ſoſtrong in Honesty,

That they paſs by me, as the idle Wind,

Which I reſpect not. I did ſend to you

For certain Sums of Gold, which you deny'd me.

For I can raſe no money by vile means:

By Heaven, I had rather coin my Heart,

And drop my Blood for Drachmacs, than to wring

From the hard bands of Peafants, their vile Traſh

By any Indirection. I did ſend.

To you for Gold to pay my Legions,

Which you deny'd me: was that done like Caffius,

Should I have anſwer'd Caius Caffius ſo?

When Marcus Brutus grows ſo covetous,

To lock ſuch Kafcal Counters from his Friends,

Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,

Dath him to pieces.

Caffi. I deny'd you not.

Bru. You did.

Caffi. I did not. He was but a Fool

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

A Friend ſhould bear his Inſirmities;

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.

Caffi. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your Faults.

Caffi. A friendly Eye could never ſe ſuch Faults.

Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

Caffi. Come Antony, and young Oſtavius come,

Revenge your ſelves alone on Caffius,

For Caffius is a -weary of the World:

Hated by one he loves, brav'd by his Brother,

Cheek'd like a bond-man, all his Faults obſerv'd,

Set in a Note Book, learn'd, and con'd by roat

To caſt into my Teeth. O I could weep

My Spirit from mine Eyes. There is my Dagger,

And here my naked Breaf't : Within, a Heart

Dearer than Pluto's Mine, richer than Gold:

If that thou beſt a Roman, take it forth.

I that deny'd the Gold, will give my Heart,

Strike as thou did'ſt at Cæsar; For I know,

When thou didſt hate him worſt, thou loved it him better

Than ever thou loveſt Caffius.

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Bru. Sheath your Daggar.

Be angry when you will, it shall have Scope:

Do what you will, Difhonour shall be Humour.

O Caffius, you are yoaked with a Lamb

That carries Anger, as the Flint bears Fire,

Who much inforced, shews a hafty Spark,

And Ifraite is cold agen.

Caffi. Hath Caffius liv'd

To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus.

When Grief and Blood ill temper'd vexeth him ?

Bru. When I fpoke that, I was ill temper'd too.

Caffi. Do you confefs so much ? Give me your Hand.

Bru. And my heart too.

Caffi. O Brutus.

Bru. What's the matter ?

Caffi. Have not you Love enough to bear with me,

When that rafh Humour which my Mother gave me

Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes Caffius, and from henceforth

When you are over-earneft with your Brutus,

He'll think your Mother chides, and leave you fo.

### Enter a Poet.

Poet. Let me go in to fee the Generals,

There is fome Gruge between 'em, 'tis not meet

They be alone,

Lucil. You shall not come to them.

Poet. Nothing but Death shall stay me.

Caffi. How now ? What's the matter?

Poet. For fame you Generals; what do you mean ?

Love and be Friends, as to fuch Men ſhould be,

For I have ſeen more years I'm ſure than ye.

Caff. Ha, ha, how vilely doth this Cynick rhyme ?

Bru. Get you hence Sirrah: Sawcy Fellow, hence.

Caff. Bear with him Brutus, 'tis his Fashion,

Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time ?

What ſhould the Wars do with thefe Jigging Fools ?

Companion, hence.

Caff. Away, away, be gone.

Bru. Lucilius and Titinius bid the Commanders

Prepare to lodge their Companies to night.

Caff. And come your ſelves, and bring Meſſala with you

Immediately to us.

Bru. Lucius, Bowl of Wine;

### Exit Poet.

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Caff. I did not think you could have been so angry.

Bru. O Caffius, I am ſick of many Griefs.

Caff. Of your Philosophy you make no uſe,
If you give place to accidental Evils.

Bru. No man bears Sorow better. Portia is dead.

Caff. Ha ? Portia ?

Bru. She is dead.

Caff. How ſcap'd I killing, when I croft you fo ?
O ſupportable and touching loſs!

Upon what Sicknesses ?

Bru. Impatient of my abſence.

And grief, that young Oſtavio with Mark Antony,

Have made themſelves ſo strong: For with her death

That Tydings came. With this ſhe ſell difſtraſt,

And (her Attendants abſent) I Swallow'd fire.

Caff. And dy'd ſo ?

Bru. Even so.

Caff O ye immortal Gods !

### Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers.

Bru. Speak no more of her; Give me a Bowl of Wine,

In this I bury all Unkindneſs Caffius.

Drinks.

Caff. My heart is thirtie for that noble pledge.

Fill Lucius, till the Wine o reſwell the Cup;

I cannot drink to much of Brutus Love.

### Enter Titinius and Meſſella.

Bru. Come in Titinius;

Welcome good Meſſala,

Now fit we cloſe about this Taper here,

And call in queſtion our Necefities.

Caffi. Portia, art thou gone?

Bru. No more I pray you.

Meſſala, I have here received Letters,

That young Oſtavius, and Mark Antony,

Come down upon us with a mighty Power,

Bending their Expedition toward Philippi.

Meſſ. My ſelf have Letters of the ſelf-ame Tenure.

Bru. With what Addition ?

Meſſ. That by Proſcription, and bills of Outlary

Oſtavius, Antony, and Lepidus,

Have put to death an hundred Senators.

Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree;

Mine Ipeak of ſeventy Senators that dy'd

By their Proſcriptions, Cicero being one.

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Caffi. Cisero one?

Meffa. Cicero is dead, and by that order of Proscription

Had you your Letters from your Wife, my Lord?

Bru. No Meffala.

Meffa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?

Bru. Nothing Meffala.

Meffa. That methinks is strange.

Bru. Why ask you?

Hear you ought of her in yours?

Meffa. No my Lord.

Bru. Now as you are a Romen tell me true.

Meffa. Then like a Roman, bear the I'ruth I tell,

For certain she is dead and by strange manner.

Bru. Why farewel Portia We must dye Meffala:

With meditating that we must dye once,

I have the Patience to endure it now.

Meffa. Even so great Men great Loffes should endure.

Cff have as much of this in Art as you,

But yet my Nature could not bear it so.

Bru. W. ll, to our Work alive. What do you think

Of marching to Philippi prefently?

Caffi. I do not think it good,

Bru. Your reason?

Caffi. This it is:

*Tis better that the Enemy seek us,

So shall he waſte his Means, weary his Souldiers,

Doing himself ſoffence, whilſt we lying ſill,

Are full of Reſt, Deſuſe, and Nimblenefs.

Bru. Good Reaſons muſt of force give place to better:

The People 'twixt Philippi and this Ground,

Do stand but in a ſorc'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.

Caffi. Hear me good Brother.

Bru. Under your pardon You muſt note ſideſe,

That we have try'd the utmoſt of our Friends:

Our Legions are brim full, our Caufe is ripe,

The Enemy encreaſeth 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,

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Omitted, all the Voyage of their Life

Is bound in Shallows, and in Miferies.

On ſuch a full Sea are we now a-float,

And we muſt take the Current when it ſerves,

Or loſe our Ventures.

Caffi. Then with your Will go on we'll along
Our ſelves, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of Night is crept upon our Talk,

And Nature muſt obey Necefiity.

Which we will niggard with a little Reſt:

There is no more to ſay.

Caffi. No more, good night,

Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

Enter Lucius.

Bru. Lucius, my Gown farewel good Aſſeffala,

Good night Titius, Noble Caffius,

Good night, and good repofe.

Caffi. O my dear Brother,

This was an ill beginning of the Night,

Never come such Division 'tween our Souls:

Let it not Bruins.

Enter Lucius with the Gown.

Bru. Every thing is well.

Caffi. Good night my Lord.

Bru. Good night good Brother.

Tit. Meſſa. Good night Lord Bruus.

Bru. Farewel every one.

Excunt.

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're-watch'd.

Call Claudio, and some other of my Men,

I'll have themlieep on Cuffions in my Tent.

Luc. I arrus, and Claudio.

Enter Varras and Claudio.

Var. Calls my Lord?

Bru. I pray you Sirs, lye in my Tent andlieep,

It may be I ſhall raſe you by and by

On business to my Brother Caffins.

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Var. So please you, we will stand,
And watch your Pleasure.

Bru. I will not have it so: Lye down good Sirs,
It may be I shall otherwife bethink me.

Look Lucius, here's the Book I fought for so:
I put it in the Pocket of my Gown.

Luc. I was fure your Lordship did not give it me.

Bru. Bear with me, good Boy, I am much forgetful.
Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes a while,
And touch thy Instrament a Strain or two?

Luc. I my Lord, can't 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 flept my Lord already.

Bru. It was well done, and thou shall sleep again :
I will not hold thee long. If I do live,

I will be good to thee.

### Mufick and a Song.

This is a sleepy Tune: O murd'rous Slumber !

Layest thou thy leaden Mace upon my Boy,

That plays the Mufick? Gentle Knave good night :

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:

If thou do'st nod, thou break'st thy Instrament,

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? Here it is, I think.

### Enter the Goſt of Cæsar.

How ill this Taper burns. Ha! Who comes here?

I think it is the weakneſs of mine Eyes.

That thapes 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 flare?

Speak to me, what thou art.

Gboſt. Thy evil Spirit Brutus.

Bru. Why com'ſt thou?

Gboſt. To tell thee thouSH3alt see me at Philippi.

Bru. Well; then I shall fee thee again ?

Gboſt. I, at Philippi.

Bru. Why I will fee thee at Philippi then:

Now I have taken Heart tohu vanilheſt.

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Ill Spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.

Boy, Lucius, Varrus, Claudio, Sirs: Awake:
Claudio.

Luc. The Strings, my Lord, are falſe.

Bru. He thinks he ſtill is at his Inſtrument
Lucius, awake.

Luc. My Lord.

Bru. Did it thou dream Lucius, that thou ſo cryed'ſt out?

Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes that thou didſt: Didſt thou fee any thing?

Luc. Nothing my Lord.

Bru. Sleep again Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow,
Thou: Awake.

Var. My Lord.

Clau. My Lord.

Bru. Why did you ſo cry out Sirs, in your Sleep?

Both. Did we, my Lord?

Bru. I: ſaw you any thing?

Var, No my Lord, I ſaw nothing.

Clau. Nor I my Lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Cæſsius:
Bid him fet on his Powers betimes before,
And we will follow.

Boh. It ſhall be done my Lord.

Exeunt.

### Altus Quintus.

#### Enter Octavius, Antony, and their Army.

Olla. Now Antony, our hopes are anſwered,
You faid 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 warm 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 Courage,
But 'tis not so.

#### Enter a Meſſenger.

Mef. Prepare you Generals,
The Enemy comes on in gallant ſhow :

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Their bloody Sign of Battel is hung out,
And something to be done I immediately.

Ant. Oftavius, lead your Battail sofly on

Upon the left hand of the even Feild.

Offa. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

Ant. Why do you crofs me in this Exigent?

Offa. I do not crofs you, but I will do so. March.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Caffius, and their Army.

Bru. They stand, and would have Parely:

Caff. Stand taf! Titinius we must out and talk.

Offa. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of Battel?

Ant. No Cefar, we will anfwer on their Charge.

Make forth, the Generals would have some Words.

Offa. Stir not until the Signal.

Bru. Words before blows: is it so Countrymen?

Offa. Not that we love Words better, as you do.

Bru. Good Words are better then bad Stroke. Oftavius

Ant. In your bad Strokes Brutus, you give good Words,

Witneſs the hole you made in Cæsars heart,

Crying long live, Hail Cæsar.

Caff. Antony,

The poſture of your blows are yet unknown;

But for your words, they rob the Hibla Bees

And leave them Hony-leis,

Ant. Not fltingles too.

Bru. O yes, and foundleſs too:

For you have ſtolen their buzzing Antony,

And very wifely cheat before you ſting.

Ant. Villains: you did not ſo, when your vile daggers

Hackt one another in the fides of Cæsar :

You ſhew'd your teeth like Apes,

And fawn'd like Hounds,

And how'd like Bondmen, kiffing Cæsars feet,

Whilft damned Caska, like a Curr, behind

Strook Cæsar on the neck. O you Flatterers.

Caff. Flatterers Now Brutus thank your self.

This tongue had not offended so to day,

It Caffius might have rul'd.

Offa. Come, Come, the caufe. If arguing make us weare

The proof of it will turn to redder drops :

Lock, I draw a Sword againſt Conſpirators,

When think you that the Sword goes up again?

Never till Cæsars three and thirty wounds

Be well aveng'd; or till another Cæsar

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Have added ſlaughter to the Sword of Traitors.

Bru. Cæsar, thou canſt not dye by Traitors hands,

Unleſs thou bring it them with thee.

Offa. So I hope.

I was not born to dye on Brutus Sword.

Bru. O if thou war't the Nobleſt of the Strain.

Young-man, thou could it not dye more honourable.

Caff. A peeveſh School boy, worthleſs of such Honour,

Joyn'd with a Masker, and a Reveller,

Ant. Old Caffius till.

Offa. Come Antony, away:

Defiance Traytors, hurl we in your teeth.

If you dare fight to day, come to the Field,

if not when you have stomacks.

Exit Octavius, Antony, a d Army.

Caff. Why now blow wind, ſwell Billow,

And ſwim Bark :

The ſtorm is up, and all is on the hazard.

Bru. Ho Lucilluſ, hark, a word with you.

Lucillius and Meſſala ſiand forth

Luc My Lord

Caff. Meſſala.

Meſſa. What ſays my General?

Caff. Meſſala, this is my Birth-day as this very day

Was Caffiuſ born. Give me thy hand Meſſala:

Be thou my witneſs that againſt my will

(As Pompey was) am I compel'd to ſet

Upon one Battle all our Liberties,

You know, that I held Epicurus ſtrong,

And his Opinion: Now I change my mind,

And partly credit things that do preſage.

Coming from Sardis on our former Enſign

Two mighty Eagles ſell, and there they pearch'd

Gorging and feeding from our Souldiers hands,

Who to Peilippi here conſorsted us:

This Morning are they ſled away, and gone,

And in their ſteads, do Ravens, Crows, and Kites

Fly o're our heads, and downward look on us:

As we were fickly prey, their fladows ſeem

A Canopy moſt fatall, under which

Our armry lies, ready to give up the Ghoſt.

Meſſa. Believe not so.

Caff. I but believe it partly,

For I am fresh of ſpirit, and reſolv'd

To meet all perils, very constantly.

Bru. Even so Lucilluſ.

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Caff Now moft Noble Brutus,

The Gods to day land friendly, that we may
Lovers in peace, lead on our days to Age.
But since the affairs of men reft still incar
Let's reafon with the worst that may befall,
If we do lofe this Battail, then is this

The very laft time we shall fpeak together:
What are you the determined to do?

Bru. Even by the rule of that Philosophy,

B which I did blame Cato, for the death
Which he did give himſelf. I know not how:
But I do find it Cowardly, and vile,

For fear of what might fall, to prevent

The time of life, arming my ſelf with patience,
To ſtay the providence of ſome high Powers,
That govern us below.

Caff. I then, if we loſe this Battail,

You are contented to be led in Triumph

Thow the Stairs of Rome,

Bru. No Caffius, no:

Think not, you Noble Roman,

That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome,
He bears too great a mind. But this fame day

Muſt end that work, the I'es of March begun

And wether we ſhall meet again, I know not :

Therefore our everlafing farewell take :

For ever, and for ever, farewell Caffius,

If we do meet again, why we ſhall ſmile :

If not, why then this parting was well made.

Caff. For ever, and for ever, farewel Brutus

If we do meet again, we'll ſmile indeed,

If not, tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then lead on. O that a man might know

The end of this days buſineſs, e're it come :

But it ſuſſiceth, that the day will end,

And then the end is known. Come ho, away.

Exeunt.

Alarums.

Enter Brutus and Meſſale.

Bru. Ride, ride Meſſala, ride and give theſe Bills

Unto the Legions, on the other ſide.

Loud Alarum.

Let them fet on at once, for I perceive

But cold demeanor in Oſtavio's wing:

And ſudden pufh gives them the overthrow :

Ride, ride Meſſala, let them all come down.

Exeunt

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Alarums.

Enter Caffius and Titinius.

Caf. O look Titinius, look the Villains fly :

My ſelf have to mine own turn'd Enemy ;

This Enſign here of mine was turning back,

I flew the Coward, and did take it from him.

Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early ;

Who having ſome advantage on Oſtavius,

Took it to eagarly: his ſoulders fell to ſpoil,

While it we by Antony are all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pind. Fly further off my Lord: fly further off,

Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord :

Fly therefore Noble Caffius, fly to off,

Caf. This Hill is far enough. Look look Titinius

Are thofe my Tents where I perceive the fire?

Tit. They are my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou loveſt me,

Mount thou my horſe, and hide thy spurs in him,

Till he have brought thee up to yonder Hills

And here again, that I may reſt affair'd.

Whether youd Troops, are Friend or Enemy

Tit. I will be here again, even with a thought Exit.

Caf. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill,

My fight was ever thick as regard Titinius,

And tell me what thou not't about the Field,

This day I breathed firſt, time is come round,

And where I did begin, there ſhall I end,

My life is run his compaſs. Sirrah, what news?

Pin. Above. O my Lord.

Caff. What news?

Pind. Titinius is incloſed round about

With horſmen, that make to him on the Spurſ,

Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him

Now Titinius Now ſome light: O he lights too,

Hee's tane.

Shout.

And hark, they ſhout for joy.

Caff. Come down, behold no more :

O Coward that I am, to live ſo long;

To ſee my Friend tane before my face.

Enter Pindarus.

Come hither firrah : In Parthia did I take thee Prifoner,

And then I wotre thee, ſaving of thy life,

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That whatsoever I did bid thee do,
Thou shouldst it attempt it. Come now keep thin' Oath,
Now be a Free-man, and with this good Sword
That ran through Cæsars bowels, search this bofom.
Stand not to answer: Here, take thou the Hitts,
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,
Guide thou the Sword — Cæsar, thou art reveng'd
Even with the Sword that kill'd thee.

Pin. So, I am free,
Yet would not so have been
Duft I have done my will. O Cæsius,
Far from this Country Pindarus shall run,
Where never Raman shall take note of him.

Enter Titinius and Meſſala.

Meffa. It is but change, Titinius; for Oſtavius
Is overthrown by Noble Brutus power,

As Cæſſus Legions are by Antony.

Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cæſſius.

Meffa. Where did you leave him.

Titin. All discontemnate,

With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.

Meffa. Is not that he that ies upon the ground?

Titin. He ies not like the Living. O my heart!
Meffa. Is not that he?

Titin. No, this was he Meſſala,

Bur Cæſſus is no more. O fetting Sun,

As in thy red Rays thou doſt ſink to night,

So in his red blood Cæſſus day is ſet.

The Sun of Rome is ſet. Our day is gone,

Clowds, Dews, and Dangers come; our deeds are done
Miftruct of my ſucceſs hath done this deed.

Meffa. Miftruct of good ſucceſs hath done this deed;
O hateful Error, Melancholies Child:

Why doſt thou ſhew to the apt thoughts of men

The things that are not? O Error ſoon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ſt unto a happy birth,

But kill the Mother that engendred thee.

Tit. What Pindarius? Where art thou Pindarius?

Meffa. Seek him Titinius, whil't I go to meet.

The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report

Into his ears: I may ſay thrusting it:

For piercing Steell, and Darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,

As tydings of this fight.

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Tit. Hye you Meſſala,

And I will seek for Pindarus the while:
Why did'it thou ſend me forth brave Cæſſius?

Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Brows this wrath of Victory,

And bid me give it thee? Did'it thou not hear there ſhowt?

Alas, thou haſt miſconſtrued every thing.

But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I

Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,

And fee how I regarded Caius Cæſſius:

By your leave Gods: This is a Roman part,

Come Cæſſus Sword, and find Titinius heart.

Dies.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meſſala, young Cato,
Stato, Volumnius, and Lucillius.

Bru. Where, where Meſſala, doth his body Iye?

Meffa. Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius face is upward.

Cato. He is slain.

Bru. O Julius Cæsar, thou art mighty yet,

Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our Swords

In our own proper Entrails.

Low Alarums.

Cato Brave Titinius.

Look where he have not Crown'd dead Cæſſius.

Bru. Are yet two Romans living ſuch as theſe?

The laſt of all the Romans, far the well:

It is impoſſible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy ſellow. Friends I own mo tears

To this dead man, then you ſhall fee me pay.

I ſhall find time, Cæſſius: I ſhall find time.

Come therefore, and to Tharſus ſend his body,

His Funerls ſhall not be in our Camp,

Left it diſcomfort us. Lucillius come,

And come young Cato, let us to the Field,

Labio and Flavio fet our Battails on,

'Tis three a clock, and Romans yet e're night,

We ſhall try Fortue in a ſecond fight.

Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Meſſala, Cato, Lucillius, and Flavius.

Bru. Yet Country-men: O yet, hold up your heads.

Cato. Who? Baſtard doth not? Who will go with me
I will proclaim my name about the Field.

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I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho.
A Foe of Tyrants, and my Countries Friends,
I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho.

Exeunt.

Enter Souldier, and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I
Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus.

Luc. O young and Noble Cato, an't thou down?

Why now thou dyest, as bravely as Titinius,
And may it honour'd being Cato's Son.

Sold. Yield, or thou diest.

Luc. Only I yield to die:

There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight:
K II Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.

Sold. We must not: A Noble Prisoner.

Enter Antony.

2. Sold. Room ho: tell Antony, Brutus is tane.

1. Sold. Ple tell the news. Here comes the General,

Brutus is tane. Brutus is tane my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is safe enough :

I dare affure thee, that no Enemy

Shall ever take alive the Noble Brutus:

The Gods defend him from so great a flame?

When you do find him, or alive, or dead ;

He will be found like Brutus, like himfelf.

Ant. This is not Brutus friend, but I affure you,

A prize no lefs in worth, keep this man safe,

Give him all kindneſs. I had rather have

Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,

And fee where Brutus be alive or dead,

And bring us word, unto Oclavius Tent:

How every thing is chanc'd.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Sireto,
and Volumnius.

Bru. Come p[ro]or remains of friends reſt on this Rock.

Clit. Statillius ſhew'd the Torch-light, but my Lord,

He came not back: he is or tane, or flain.

I ru. Sit thee down, Clitus: flaying is the word,

It is a deed in ſaluation. Hark thee, Clitus.

Clit. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.

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Bru. Peace then, no words,

Clit. I'le rather kill my felf.

Bru. Hark thee, Dardanius.

Dard. Shall I do ſuch a deed?

Clit. O Dardanius

Dard. O Clitus.

Clit. What ill requeſt did Brutus make to thee?

Dard. To kill him, Clitus: look he mediates.

Clit. Now is that Noble Veffel full of grief,

That it runs over even at his eyes.

Bru. Come hither, good Volumnius, lift a word.

Volum. What ſays my Lord?

Bru. Why this, Volumnius :

The Ghoſt of Cæsar hath appear'd to me

Two ſeveral times by Night: at Sardis, once;

And this laſt Night, here in Philippi Fields:

I know my hour is come.

Volum. Not fo, my Lord.

Briu. Nay, I am fure it is, Volumnius.

Thou ſeet the World, Volumnius, how it goes,

Our Enemies have beat us to the Pit:

It is more worthy, to leap in our ſelves,

Then tarry till they pufh us. Good Volumnius,

Thou know ſt, that we two went to School together:

Even for that our love of old, I prethee

Hold thou my Sword Hilt, whileſt I run on it.

Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.

Alarum ſi'l.

Clit. Fly, fly my Lord; there is no tarrying here.

Briu. Farewell to you, and you, and you Volumnius.

Strato, thou haſt been all this while a ſleep:

Farewel to thee, to Strato, Countrymen :

My heart doth joy, that yet in all my life,

I found my man, but he was true to me.

I ſhall have glory by this long day

More then Oclavius, and Mark Antony,

By this vile Conqueſt ſhall attain unto.

So fare you well a once, for Brutus tongue

Hath almoſt ended his lives ſtory :

Night hangs upon mine eyes, my Bones would reſt,

That have but labour'd, to attain this hour.

Alarum. Cry within, Fly, ſt., fly.

Clit. Fly my Lord. fly.

Briu. Hence: I will follow :

I prethee Strator, itay thou by the Lord,

Thou art a Fellow of a good reſpect:

thy