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And både him follow : so, indeed, he did.
The torrent roared, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, 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 tired Cæsar: and this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever 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 color fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre: I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that både the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cried-Give me some drink, Titinius
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heaped on Cæsar.

Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus: and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at sometimes are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus—and Cæsar—what should be in that Cæsar ?
Why should that name be sounded, more than your's ?
Write them together; yours is as fair a name :
Sound them; it doth become the mouth as well:
Weigh them; it is as heavy: con' jure* with 'em ;
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meats does this our Cæsar feed,

* Pron. kun'-jur.

That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed ?
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fared with more than with one man ?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walks encompassed but one man ?

and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that uld have brooked
The eternal devil, to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.

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

would work me to, 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 entreat you, Be any further moved. What


have said,
I will consider ; 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,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

Cas. I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.


Address of Brutus to the Romans, justifying his assassination

of Cæsar.-IBID. ROMANS, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, 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 demând why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my ånswer: Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome

Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves ; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all freemen? As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune ; honor, for his valor; and death, for his ambition.—Who's here so base that would be a bondman? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who's here so rude, that would not be a Roman? if any, speak; for him have I offended. Who's here so vile, that will not love his country? if any, speak; for him have I offended.— I pause for a reply


None! Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæsar than you shall 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.

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive—the benefit of his dying--a place in the com’monwealth ; 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 same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.


Antony's Address to the Romans, exciting them to revenge the

death of Cæsar.-IBID.
FRIENDS, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears :
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The evil, that men do, lives after them;
The good is oft intěrred with their bones :
So let it be with Cæsar! The noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault :-
And grievously hath Cæsar ănswered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honorable man,
So are they all, all honorable men ;)
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill :

Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown;
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honorable man.

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 cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.-Bear with me :
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar;
And I must pause till it come back to me.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O Masters ! If I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong—I rather choose To

wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honorable 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 kiss dead Cæsar's 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 issue. 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;

f 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent: That day he overcame the Nervii :Look! In this place, ran Cassius' dagger through :

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See, what a rent the envious Casca made-
Through this, the well beloved Brutus stabbed ;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it !
This was the most unkindest* cut of all !
For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquished him! Then burst his mighty heart:
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,t
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I and you, and all of us, fell down;
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity :-these are gracious drops.
Kind souls ! What, weep you when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look


here ! Here is himself-marred, as you see, by traitors.

Good friends! sweet friends! Let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny !
They that have done this deed are honorable !
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it! They are wise and honorable,
And will, no doubt, with reason 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 public leave to speak of him!
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood :-I only speak right on:
I tell you that which you yourselves do know-
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

* This double superlative, like "the most straitest sect of our religion," (Acts xxvi. 5.) was tolerated by the best English writers, two or three centu

ries ago.

+ Statua, for statue, is common among the old writers.

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