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Thou art the ruins of the noblest man,
Enter a Servant.
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Serv. I do, Mark Antony.
Serv. He did receive his letters, and is coming :
[Seeing the Body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes,
in the tide of times.] That is, in the course of times.
let slip-] This is a term belonging to the chase. Slips were contrivances of leather by which greyhounds were restrained till the necessary moment of their dismission. By the dogs of war, as Mr. Tollet has observed, Shakspeare probably meant fire, sword, and famine.
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.
chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet; Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay a while ; Thou shalt not back, till I have borne this corse Into the market-place: there shall I try, In my oration, how the people take The cruel issue of these bloody men ; According to the which, thou shalt discourse To young Octavius of the state of things. Lend me your hand. [Exeunt, with CÆSAR's Body.
Enter BRUTUS and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.
Cit. We will be satisfied ; let us be satisfied.
Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.Cassius, go you into the other street, And part the numbers.Those that will hear me speak, let them stay here ; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him ; And publick reasons shall be rendered Of Cæsar's death. 1 Cit.
I will hear Brutus speak. 2 Cit. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons When severally we hear them rendered.
[Exit Cassius, with some of the Citizens.
BRUTUS goes into the Rostrum. 3 Cit. The noble Brutus is ascended : Silence !
Bru. Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,—Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more. rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves ; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men ? As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him: There is tears, for his love ; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would 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 pause for a reply.
Cit. None, Brutus, none. [Several speaking at once.
Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar, than you should do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol : his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter Antony and Others, with CÆSAR's 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 commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the
- as I slew my best lover -] This term, which cannot but sound disgustingly to modern ears, as here applied, Mr. Malone
same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need death,
Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live! 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Caesar. 4 Cit.
Cæsar's better parts Shall now be crown’d in Brutus. 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and
clamours. Bru. My countrymen, 2 Cit.
Peace; silence! Brutus speaks. 1 Cit. Peace, ho!
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
[Exit. 1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
3 Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair; We'll hear him: Noble Antony, go up.
Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you.
He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all.
4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. 1 Cit. This Cæsar was a tyrant. 3 Cit.
Nay, that's certain : We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.
2 Cit. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say. Ant. You gentle Romans,
considers as the language of Shakspeare's time; but this opinion, from the want of contemporary examples to confirm it, may admit of a doubt.
Peace, ho! let us hear him.
you then to mourn for him ?
1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings.