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Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
AMBITION CLOTHED IN SPECIOUS HUMILITY.
CONSPIRACY DREADFUL TILL EXECUTED.
BRUTUS'S APOSTROPHE TO CONSPIRACY.
racy; Hide in it smiles, and affability: For if thou path thy native semblances on, Not Erebus | itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. * Experience. + Low steps.
* Visionary. & Walk in thy true form.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures,* nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.
PORTIA'S SPEECH TO BRUTUS.
seeem'd too much enkindled; and withal,
CESAR ON THE PRODIGIES SEEN THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS DEATH.
Cal. Cesar, I never stood on ceremonies,I. Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Shapes created by imagination. + Temper. 1 Never paid a regard to prodigies or omens.
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
the Capitol: The noise of battle hurtled* in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And ghosts did shriek, and squealt about the streets. O Cesar! these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. Ces.
What can be avoided, Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods? Yet Cesar shall go forth: for these predictions Are to the world in general, as to Cesar.
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen, The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste 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.
Danger knows full well
ACT III. ANTONY'S ADDRESS TO THE CORPSE OF CESAR. 0, mighty Cesar! Dost thou lie so low? * Encountered, † Cry with pain. $ Envy.
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
ANTONY'S SPEECH TO THE CONSPIRATORS.
BRUTUS'S SPEECH TO THE PEOPLE. If there be any in this assembly, any dear frienu of Cesar’s; to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Cesar, this is my answer, Not that I loved Česar less, but that I loved Rome Had
you rather Cesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cesar were dead, to live all freemen? As Cesar 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, 1 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
* Grown too high for the public safety. + The signal for giving no quarter.
To let slip a dog at a deer, &c. was the technical phrase of Shakspeare's time.
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.
ANTONY'S FUNERAL ORATION. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones: So let it be with Cesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Cesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Cesar 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 Cesar's 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 ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Cesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Cesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable 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 ambitioas; And, sure, 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 cause withholds you then to mourn for lin! 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 Cesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.