|The Life and Death of Julius Caesar|
| Julius Caesar
| Act 3, Scene 1
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A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and othersCAESAR
[To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.Soothsayer
Ay, Caesar; but not gone.ARTEMIDORUS
Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.DECIUS BRUTUS
Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,ARTEMIDORUS
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suitCAESAR
That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
What touches us ourself shall be last served.ARTEMIDORUS
Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.CAESAR
What, is the fellow mad?PUBLIUS
Sirrah, give place.CASSIUS
What, urge you your petitions in the street?POPILIUS
Come to the Capitol.
CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following
I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.CASSIUS
What enterprise, Popilius?POPILIUS
Fare you well.BRUTUS
Advances to CAESAR
What said Popilius Lena?CASSIUS
He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.BRUTUS
I fear our purpose is discovered.
Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.CASSIUS
Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.BRUTUS
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant:CASSIUS
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus.DECIUS BRUTUS
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS
Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,BRUTUS
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
He is address'd: press near and second him.CINNA
Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.CAESAR
Are we all ready? What is now amissMETELLUS CIMBER
That Caesar and his senate must redress?
Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,CAESAR
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart,--
I must prevent thee, Cimber.METELLUS CIMBER
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
Is there no voice more worthy than my ownBRUTUS
To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;CAESAR
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:CASSIUS
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
I could be well moved, if I were as you:CINNA
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd 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 unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?DECIUS BRUTUS
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?CASCA
Speak, hands for me!CAESAR
CASCA first, then the other Conspirators and BRUTUS stab CAESAR
Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar.CINNA
Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!CASSIUS
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Some to the common pulpits, and cry outBRUTUS
'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'
People and senators, be not affrighted;CASCA
Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
Go to the pulpit, Brutus.DECIUS BRUTUS
And Cassius too.BRUTUS
Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.METELLUS CIMBER
Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar'sBRUTUS
Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;CASSIUS
There is no harm intended to your person,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,BRUTUS
Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Do so: and let no man abide this deed,CASSIUS
But we the doers.
Where is Antony?TREBONIUS
Fled to his house amazed:BRUTUS
Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run
As it were doomsday.
Fates, we will know your pleasures:CASSIUS
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Why, he that cuts off twenty years of lifeBRUTUS
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Grant that, and then is death a benefit:CASSIUS
So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'
Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages henceBRUTUS
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,CASSIUS
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!
So oft as that shall be,DECIUS BRUTUS
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.
What, shall we forth?CASSIUS
Ay, every man away:BRUTUS
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Enter a Servant
Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.Servant
Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel:BRUTUS
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;Servant
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
I'll fetch him presently.BRUTUS
I know that we shall have him well to friend.CASSIUS
I wish we may: but yet have I a mindBRUTUS
That fears him much; and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
But here comes Antony.ANTONY
Re-enter ANTONYWelcome, Mark Antony.
O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?BRUTUS
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
O Antony, beg not your death of us.CASSIUS
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands and this our present act,
You see we do, yet see you but our hands
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome--
As fire drives out fire, so pity pity--
Hath done this deed on Caesar. 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.
Your voice shall be as strong as any man'sBRUTUS
In the disposing of new dignities.
Only be patient till we have appeasedANTONY
The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
And then we will deliver you the cause,
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
I doubt not of your wisdom.CASSIUS
Let each man render me his bloody hand:
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, 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, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie!
Pardon me, Caius Cassius:CASSIUS
The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
I blame you not for praising Caesar so;ANTONY
But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,BRUTUS
Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
Friends am I with you all and love you all,
Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
Or else were this a savage spectacle:ANTONY
Our reasons are so full of good regard
That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied.
That's all I seek:BRUTUS
And am moreover suitor that I may
Produce his body to the market-place;
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.
You shall, Mark Antony.CASSIUS
Brutus, a word with you.BRUTUS
Aside to BRUTUSYou know not what you do: do not consent
That Antony speak in his funeral:
Know you how much the people may be moved
By that which he will utter?
By your pardon;CASSIUS
I will myself into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death:
What Antony shall speak, I will protest
He speaks by leave and by permission,
And that we are contented Caesar shall
Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
I know not what may fall; I like it not.BRUTUS
Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.ANTONY
You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
And say you do't by our permission;
Else shall you not have any hand at all
About his funeral: and you shall speak
In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.
Be it so.BRUTUS
I do desire no more.
Prepare the body then, and follow us.ANTONY
Exeunt all but ANTONY
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,Servant
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
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;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter a ServantYou serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
I do, Mark Antony.ANTONY
Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.Servant
He did receive his letters, and is coming;ANTONY
And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
Seeing the body
Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.Servant
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy master coming?
He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.ANTONY
Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
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 CAESAR's body
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