Why Doe Sceasar Say He Will Not Read Aetemidorus' Letter First

Act 3, Scene ane Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

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A oversupply of people; amid them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.

• Caesar. [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come up.

• Soothsayer. Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

• Artemidorus. Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

• Decius Brutus. Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
  At your best leisure, this his humble conform. 1200

• Artemidorus. O Caesar, read mine beginning; for mine'south a suit
  That touches Caesar nearer: read it, swell Caesar.

• Caesar. What touches us ourself shall be last served.

• Artemidorus. Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

• Caesar. What, is the fellow mad? 1205

• Publius. Sirrah, give place.

• Cassius. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
  Come to the Capitol.
  [CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest
  following] 1210

• Popilius. I wish your enterprise to-24-hour interval may thrive.

• Cassius. What enterprise, Popilius?

• Popilius. Fare you lot well.

Advances to CAESAR

• Brutus. What said Popilius Lena? 1215

• Cassius. He wish'd to-twenty-four hour period our enterprise might thrive.
  I fear our purpose is discovered.

• Brutus. Wait, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

• Cassius. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
  Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, 1220
  Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,
  For I will slay myself.

• Brutus. Cassius, exist constant:
  Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
  For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not alter. 1225

• Cassius. Trebonius knows his fourth dimension; for, look you, Brutus.
  He draws Marker Antony out of the way.

Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS

• Decius Brutus. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
  And soon adopt his suit to Caesar. 1230

• Brutus. He is address'd: press near and second him.

• Cinna. Casca, you are the start that rears your paw.

• Caesar. Are we all set up? What is at present amiss
  That Caesar and his senate must redress?

• Metellus Cimber. About high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, 1235
  Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
  An apprehensive middle,—

Kneeling

• Caesar. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
  These couchings and these lowly courtesies 1240
  Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
  And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
  Into the law of children. Be not fond,
  To recall that Caesar bears such rebel claret
  That will be thaw'd from the true quality 1245
  With that which melteth fools; I mean, sugariness words,
  Low-crooked court'sies and base spaniel-fawning.
  Thy blood brother past prescript is banished:
  If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
  I spurn thee similar a cur out of my way. 1250
  Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
  Volition he exist satisfied.

• Metellus Cimber. Is there no voice more worthy than my ain
  To sound more sweetly in great Caesar'southward ear
  For the repealing of my blackball'd blood brother? 1255

• Brutus. I buss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
  Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
  Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

• Caesar. What, Brutus!

• Cassius. Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon: 1260
  As depression equally to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
  To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

• Cassius. I could be well moved, if I were as you lot:
  If I could pray to move, prayers would motility me:
  But I am constant as the northern star, 1265
  Of whose true-prepare'd and resting quality
  There is no young man in the firmament.
  The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
  They are all burn and every ane doth shine,
  But there's merely one in all doth hold his place: 1270
  Then in the world; 'tis replenish'd well with men,
  And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
  Yet in the number I exercise know just one
  That unassailable holds on his rank,
  Unshaked of motility: and that I am he, 1275
  Let me a little show information technology, even in this;
  That I was abiding Cimber should exist banish'd,
  And abiding do remain to proceed him so.

• Cinna. O Caesar,—

• Caesar. Hence! wilt yard lift up Olympus? 1280

• Decius Brutus. Great Caesar,—

• Caesar. Doth not Brutus abortive kneel?

• Casca. Speak, hands for me!
  [CASCA outset, and then the other Conspirators and
  BRUTUS stab CAESAR] 1285

• Caesar. Et tu, Beast! Then fall, Caesar.

Dies

• Cinna. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
  Run hence, proclaim, weep it about the streets.

• Cassius. Some to the common pulpits, and weep out 1290
  'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'

• Brutus. People and senators, be not affrighted;
  Wing not; stand stiff: appetite'southward debt is paid.

• Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

• Decius Brutus. And Cassius too. 1295

• Brutus. Where'southward Publius?

• Cinna. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

• Metellus Cimber. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
  Should chance—

• Brutus. Talk non of standing. Publius, proficient cheer; 1300
  There is no harm intended to your person,
  Nor to no Roman else: then tell them, Publius.

• Cassius. And leave u.s., Publius; lest that the people,
  Rushing on the states, should do your age some mischief.

• Brutus. Practice then: and let no man abide this human activity, 1305
  But nosotros the doers.

Re-enter TREBONIUS

• Cassius. Where is Antony?

• Trebonius. Fled to his house amazed:
  Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run 1310
  As it were doomsday.

• Brutus. Fates, nosotros will know your pleasures:
  That we shall die, we know; 'tis only the fourth dimension
  And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

• Cassius. Why, he that cuts off xx years of life 1315
  Cuts off and then many years of fearing death.

• Brutus. Grant that, so is death a do good:
  So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged
  His fourth dimension of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
  And let us bathe our hands in Caesar'due south blood 1320
  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,
  Allow's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

• Cassius. Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence 1325
  Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
  In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

• Brutus. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
  That at present on Pompey'due south basis lies forth
  No worthier than the dust! 1330

• Cassius. And so oft as that shall be,
  So often shall the knot of us be telephone call'd
  The men that gave their country liberty.

• Decius Brutus. What, shall we forth?

• Cassius. Ay, every man away: 1335
  Brutus shall lead; and nosotros will grace his heels
  With the near boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant

• Brutus. Soft! who comes hither? A friend of Antony's.

• Retainer. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel: 1340
  Thus did Mark Antony bid me autumn downwardly;
  And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say:
  Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
  Caesar was mighty, bold, regal, and loving:
  Say I dear Brutus, and I honour him; 1345
  Say I fearfulness'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
  If Brutus volition vouchsafe that Antony
  May safely come up to him, and be resolved
  How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,
  Marking Antony shall not love Caesar dead 1350
  So well as Brutus living; but will follow
  The fortunes and diplomacy of noble Brutus
  Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
  With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

• Brutus. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman; 1355
  I never thought him worse.
  Tell him, and then please him come up unto this place,
  He shall exist satisfied; and, past my accolade,
  Depart untouch'd.

• Retainer. I'll fetch him shortly. 1360

Exit

• Brutus. I know that we shall take him well to friend.

• Cassius. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
  That fears him much; and my misgiving yet
  Falls shrewdly to the purpose. 1365

• Brutus. Only here comes Antony.
  [Re-enter ANTONY]
  Welcome, Mark Antony.

• Antony. O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
  Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, 1370
  Shrunk to this piddling measure out? Fare thee well.
  I know non, gentlemen, what you intend,
  Who else must exist let blood, who else is rank:
  If I myself, there is no hour so fit
  As Caesar's death 60 minutes, nor no musical instrument 1375
  Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
  With the near noble blood of all this world.
  I do beseech ye, if y'all acquit me difficult,
  Now, whilst your purpled hands practise reek and smoke,
  Fulfil your pleasure. Live a k years, 1380
  I shall non notice myself so apt to die:
  No place will please me and so, no hateful of decease,
  As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
  The choice and master spirits of this age.

• Brutus. O Antony, beg non your death of us. 1385
  Though now nosotros must appear bloody and cruel,
  As, by our hands and this our present act,
  Y'all see we do, all the same see you but our hands
  And this the bleeding business they have done:
  Our hearts you meet not; they are sad; 1390
  And pity to the general wrong of Rome—
  As burn drives out fire, so compassion compassion—
  Hath washed this deed on Caesar. For your role,
  To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
  Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts 1395
  Of brothers' atmosphere, do receive yous in
  With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.

• Cassius. Your voice shall be as potent as whatever human'southward
  In the disposing of new dignities.

• Brutus. Just exist patient till we have appeased 1400
  The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
  And then nosotros will deliver you lot the cause,
  Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
  Have thus proceeded.

• Antony. I doubt not of your wisdom. 1405
  Let each human being return me his bloody mitt:
  First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with yous;
  Side by side, Caius Cassius, practise I have your hand;
  Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
  Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; 1410
  Though final, not final 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 lot must conceit me,
  Either a coward or a flatterer. 1415
  That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
  If and then thy spirit wait upon united states now,
  Shall information technology not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
  To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
  Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, 1420
  About noble! in the presence of thy corse?
  Had I as many eyes as one thousand hast wounds,
  Weeping every bit fast as they stream along thy claret,
  It would become me better than to shut
  In terms of friendship with thine enemies. 1425
  Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
  Here didst k autumn; 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. 1430
  How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
  Dost thou here lie!

• Cassius. Marker Antony,—

• Antony. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
  The enemies of Caesar shall say this; 1435
  Then, in a friend, it is common cold modesty.

• Cassius. I blame you non for praising Caesar so;
  But what compact hateful yous to have with u.s.?
  Volition yous be prick'd in number of our friends;
  Or shall we on, and non depend on you? 1440

• Antony. Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
  Sway'd from the point, by looking downwardly on Caesar.
  Friends am I with you all and love you all,
  Upon this hope, that y'all shall give me reasons
  Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous. 1445

• Brutus. Or else were this a savage spectacle:
  Our reasons are so full of skilful regard
  That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
  You should be satisfied.

• Antony. That's all I seek: 1450
  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.

• Brutus. You shall, Mark Antony. 1455

• Cassius. Brutus, a word with you.
  [Aside to BRUTUS]
  You know not what you do: practice not consent
  That Antony speak in his funeral:
  Know y'all how much the people may be moved 1460
  By that which he will utter?

• Brutus. By your pardon;
  I will myself into the pulpit kickoff,
  And show the reason of our Caesar'due south death:
  What Antony shall speak, I volition protestation 1465
  He speaks by leave and by permission,
  And that nosotros are contented Caesar shall
  Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
  It shall advantage more than than do united states of america wrong.

• Cassius. I know not what may fall; I similar it non. 1470

• Brutus. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
  You shall non in your funeral oral communication blame u.s.a.,
  But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
  And say you do't by our permission;
  Else shall you non have whatsoever hand at all 1475
  About his funeral: and you shall speak
  In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
  After my speech is ended.

• Antony. Exist it so.
  I do desire no more than. 1480

• Brutus. Gear up the body then, and follow us.

Exeunt all but ANTONY

• Antony. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
  That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
  1000 art the ruins of the noblest man 1485
  That ever lived in the tide of times.
  Woe to the mitt that shed this costly blood!
  Over thy wounds now exercise I prophesy,—
  Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
  To beg the vocalism and utterance of my tongue— 1490
  A expletive shall calorie-free upon the limbs of men;
  Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
  Shall cumber all the parts of Italian republic;
  Blood and destruction shall be so in use
  And dreadful objects so familiar 1495
  That mothers shall simply smile when they behold
  Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
  All pity choked with custom of roughshod deeds:
  And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
  With Ate by his side come hot from hell, 1500
  Shall in these confines with a monarch's vox
  Cry 'Havoc,' and let sideslip the dogs of war;
  That this foul deed shall aroma above the earth
  With carrion men, groaning for burial.
  [Enter a Servant] 1505
  You serve Octavius Caesar, do you lot not?

• Retainer. I do, Mark Antony.

• Antony. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

• Servant. He did receive his letters, and is coming;
  And bid me say to you by give-and-take of mouth— 1510
  O Caesar!—

Seeing the body

• Antony. Thy heart is big, become thee apart and weep.
  Passion, I see, is catching; for mine optics,
  Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, 1515
  Began to water. Is thy chief coming?

• Retainer. He lies to-night within 7 leagues of Rome.

• Antony. Postal service back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
  Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
  No Rome of safety for Octavius nevertheless; 1520
  Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
  Chiliad shalt not back till I take borne this corse
  Into the market-place: there shall I try
  In my oration, how the people take
  The cruel result of these bloody men; 1525
  According to the which, yard shalt soapbox
  To young Octavius of the state of things.
  Lend me your paw.

Exeunt with CAESAR's body

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Deed III, Scene two The Forum.

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Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens

• Citizens. We will exist satisfied; let us be satisfied.

• Brutus. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
  Cassius, go y'all into the other street,
  And part the numbers.
  Those that volition hear me speak, let 'em stay here; 1535
  Those that will follow Cassius, get with him;
  And public reasons shall be rendered
  Of Caesar's death.

• First Citizen. I volition hear Brutus speak.

• Second Citizen. I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, 1540
  When severally we hear them rendered.
  [Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens. BRUTUS
  goes into the pulpit]

• Third Citizen. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!

• Brutus. Be patient till the concluding. 1545
  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
  y'all may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
  awake your senses, that you lot may the better guess. 1550
  If there be any in this associates, any dear friend of
  Caesar'south, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
  was no less than his. If and then that friend demand
  why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
  —Non that I loved Caesar less, only that I loved 1555
  Rome more than. Had you rather Caesar were living and
  die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
  all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
  every bit he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
  valiant, I honour him: but, every bit he was ambitious, I 1560
  slew him. At that place is tears for his love; joy for his
  fortune; honour for his valour; and expiry for his
  ambition. Who is hither so base that would exist a
  bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
  Who is hither and then rude that would not be a Roman? If 1565
  any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is hither so
  vile that volition not honey his country? If whatsoever, speak;
  for him accept I offended. I interruption for a reply.

• All. None, Brutus, none.

• Brutus. And so none take I offended. I have washed no more than to 1570
  Caesar than you lot shall exercise to Brutus. The question of
  his expiry is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
  extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
  enforced, for which he suffered expiry.
  [Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's torso] 1575
  Hither comes his body, mourned by Marking Antony: who,
  though he had no hand in his expiry, shall receive
  the do good of his dying, a place in the
  commonwealth; equally which of you lot shall not? With this
  I depart,—that, as I slew my best lover for the 1580
  good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
  when it shall delight my land to demand my death.

• All. Live, Brutus! live, live!

• First Denizen. Bring him with triumph abode unto his business firm.

• 2d Citizen. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 1585

• Third Citizen. Let him exist Caesar.

• Fourth Citizen. Caesar's better parts
  Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

• Starting time Citizen. We'll bring him to his house
  With shouts and clamours. 1590

• Brutus. My countrymen,—

• Second Citizen. Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.

• First Citizen. Peace, ho!

• Brutus. Good countrymen, let me depart lonely,
  And, for my sake, stay hither with Antony: 1595
  Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
  Disposed to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
  By our permission, is let'd to make.
  I do entreat yous, not a man depart,
  Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. 1600

Exit

• First Denizen. Stay, ho! and let u.s. hear Mark Antony.

• 3rd Citizen. Let him go upwardly into the public chair;
  We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

• Antony. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. 1605

Goes into the pulpit

• Fourth Citizen. What does he say of Brutus?

• Third Denizen. He says, for Brutus' sake,
  He finds himself beholding to us all.

• Fourth Denizen. 'Twere all-time he speak no impairment of Brutus hither. 1610

• First Citizen. This Caesar was a tyrant.

• Third Citizen. Nay, that's certain:
  We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

• Second Citizen. Peace! permit us hear what Antony can say.

• Antony. Yous gentle Romans,— 1615

• Citizens. Peace, ho! let usa hear him.

• Antony. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
  I come to bury Caesar, non to praise him.
  The evil that men do lives later on them;
  The good is oft interred with their bones; 1620
  And so allow it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
  Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
  If it were so, it was a grievous error,
  And grievously hath Caesar reply'd it.
  Here, under get out of Brutus and the balance— 1625
  For Brutus is an honourable man;
  Then are they all, all honourable men—
  Come I to speak in Caesar'south funeral.
  He was my friend, true-blue and just to me:
  Only Brutus says he was aggressive; 1630
  And Brutus is an honourable man.
  He hath brought many captives home to Rome
  Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
  Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
  When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: 1635
  Ambition should be fabricated of sterner stuff:
  However Brutus says he was aggressive;
  And Brutus is an honourable human being.
  You all did run into that on the Lupercal
  I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 1640
  Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
  Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
  And, sure, he is an honourable man.
  I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
  Only here I am to speak what I do know. 1645
  You lot all did love him once, non without cause:
  What cause withholds y'all then, to mourn for him?
  O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
  And men have lost their reason. Behave with me;
  My middle is in the coffin at that place with Caesar, 1650
  And I must pause till it come back to me.

• Kickoff Denizen. Methinks in that location is much reason in his sayings.

• Second Citizen. If thou consider rightly of the matter,
  Caesar has had great incorrect.

• Third Citizen. Has he, masters? 1655
  I fear in that location will a worse come in his identify.

• Fourth Citizen. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
  Therefore 'tis sure he was not aggressive.

• First Citizen. If it exist found so, some will dear bide it.

• 2d Citizen. Poor soul! his eyes are blood-red every bit fire with weeping. 1660

• Third Citizen. There'due south not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

• Quaternary Denizen. Now mark him, he begins once more to speak.

• Antony. But yesterday the word of Caesar might
  Have stood against the world; now lies he at that place.
  And none so poor to practise him reverence. 1665
  O masters, if I were tending to stir
  Your hearts and minds to wildcat and rage,
  I should do Brutus incorrect, and Cassius wrong,
  Who, you all know, are honourable men:
  I volition not do them wrong; I rather choose 1670
  To incorrect the expressionless, to wrong myself and you,
  Than I will wrong such honourable men.
  Simply here'south a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
  I establish it in his closet, 'tis his will:
  Let just the commons hear this testament— 1675
  Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
  And they would go and kiss dead Caesar'south wounds
  And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
  Yea, beg a pilus of him for memory,
  And, dying, mention it within their wills, 1680
  Bequeathing information technology as a rich legacy
  Unto their upshot.

• Quaternary Citizen. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

• All. The volition, the will! nosotros will hear Caesar's volition.

• Antony. Have patience, gentle friends, I must non read it; 1685
  It is non meet you lot know how Caesar loved you.
  You are not wood, you are not stones, just men;
  And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar,
  It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
  'Tis good you know not that y'all are his heirs; 1690
  For, if you lot should, O, what would come up of it!

• Quaternary Citizen. Read the will; nosotros'll hear it, Antony;
  You shall read us the will, Caesar's volition.

• Antony. Will yous be patient? will yous stay awhile?
  I have o'ershot myself to tell you of information technology: 1695
  I fright I wrong the honourable men
  Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.

• Quaternary Citizen. They were traitors: honourable men!

• All. The will! the testament!

• Second Denizen. They were villains, murderers: the volition! read the will. 1700

• Antony. Y'all volition hogtie me, then, to read the will?
  Then brand a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
  And permit me evidence y'all him that made the will.
  Shall I descend? and volition you lot give me leave?

• Several Citizens. Come down. 1705

• 2d Citizen. Descend.

• Third Citizen. You shall have get out.

ANTONY comes downward

• Fourth Citizen. A ring; stand round.

• First Denizen. Stand from the hearse, stand from the torso. 1710

• Second Citizen. Room for Antony, most noble Antony.

• Antony. Nay, printing not and so upon me; stand up far off.

• Several Citizens. Stand back; room; deport back.

• Antony. If y'all have tears, prepare to shed them now.
  You all do know this drapery: I remember 1715
  The beginning fourth dimension e'er Caesar put it on;
  'Twas on a summertime'south evening, in his tent,
  That day he overcame the Nervii:
  Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
  See what a rent the envious Casca made: 1720
  Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
  And equally he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
  Marker how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
  Every bit rushing out of doors, to be resolved
  If Brutus then unkindly knock'd, or no; 1725
  For Brutus, every bit you lot know, was Caesar's angel:
  Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
  This was the near unkindest cut of all;
  For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
  Ingratitude, more potent than traitors' arms, 1730
  Quite beat'd him: then flare-up his mighty heart;
  And, in his mantle muffling upwards his face,
  Even at the base of operations of Pompey's statua,
  Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
  O, what a autumn was there, my countrymen! 1735
  And then I, and you, and all of usa fell downwards,
  Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
  O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
  The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
  Kind souls, what, weep you lot when you but behold 1740
  Our Caesar'southward vesture wounded? Look you here,
  Here is himself, marr'd, equally you see, with traitors.

• First Citizen. O piteous spectacle!

• Second Denizen. O noble Caesar!

• Third Denizen. O woful day! 1745

• 4th Citizen. O traitors, villains!

• First Citizen. O most encarmine sight!

• 2nd Citizen. Nosotros will be revenged.

• All. Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Impale! Slay!
  Let not a traitor alive! 1750

• Antony. Stay, countrymen.

• First Citizen. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.

• 2d Citizen. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, nosotros'll die with him.

• Antony. Good friends, sweetness friends, let me not stir you up
  To such a sudden flood of mutiny. 1755
  They that have done this deed are honourable:
  What private griefs they have, alas, I know non,
  That made them exercise it: they are wise and honourable,
  And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
  I come not, friends, to steal abroad your hearts: 1760
  I am no orator, as Brutus is;
  Only, as you lot know me all, a plain blunt man,
  That beloved my friend; and that they know full well
  That gave me public get out to speak of him:
  For I take neither wit, nor words, nor worth, 1765
  Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech communication,
  To stir men's blood: I but speak right on;
  I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
  Testify you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor impaired mouths,
  And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, 1770
  And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
  Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
  In every wound of Caesar that should move
  The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

• All. Nosotros'll wildcat. 1775

• First Citizen. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

• Third Citizen. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

• Antony. Nonetheless hear me, countrymen; notwithstanding hear me speak.

• All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!

• Antony. Why, friends, you get to do you know not what: 1780
  Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
  Alas, you know not: I must tell you lot and so:
  You have forgot the will I told y'all of.

• All. Most truthful. The will! Let'south stay and hear the volition.

• Antony. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. 1785
  To every Roman citizen he gives,
  To every several homo, lxx-v drachmas.

• 2d Denizen. Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.

• Third Denizen. O royal Caesar!

• Antony. Hear me with patience. 1790

• All. Peace, ho!

• Antony. Moreover, he hath left y'all all his walks,
  His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
  On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
  And to your heirs for ever, mutual pleasures, 1795
  To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
  Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

• First Citizen. Never, never. Come, away, away!
  We'll fire his body in the holy place,
  And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 1800
  Take upwards the trunk.

• Second Citizen. Go fetch fire.

• Tertiary Citizen. Pluck down benches.

• Fourth Citizen. Pluck downward forms, windows, any affair.

Exeunt Citizens with the body

• Antony. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
  Take thou what grade thou wilt!
  [Enter a Servant]
  How now, young man!

• Servant. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. 1810

• Antony. Where is he?

• Retainer. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

• Antony. And thither will I straight to visit him:
  He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
  And in this mood will give united states any thing. 1815

• Servant. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
  Are rid similar madmen through the gates of Rome.

• Antony. Belike they had some observe of the people,
  How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.

Exeunt

previous scene

Human action Three, Scene 3 A street.

Enter CINNA the poet

• Cinna the Poet. I dreamt to-dark that I did feast with Caesar,
  And things unlucky charge my fantasy:
  I accept no volition to wander forth of doors,
  Yet something leads me along. 1825

Enter Citizens

• First Denizen. What is your proper name?

• Second Citizen. Whither are you lot going?

• Tertiary Citizen. Where do you dwell?

• Fourth Citizen. Are you a husband or a available? 1830

• Second Citizen. Reply every homo directly.

• Showtime Citizen. Ay, and briefly.

• Fourth Citizen. Ay, and wisely.

• Tertiary Citizen. Ay, and truly, you lot were best.

• Cinna the Poet. What is my proper name? Whither am I going? Where do I 1835
  dwell? Am I a hubby or a bachelor? Then, to
  reply every man directly and briefly, wisely and
  truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

• Second Denizen. That'due south as much as to say, they are fools that marry:
  you'll carry me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. 1840

• Cinna the Poet. Straight, I am going to Caesar's funeral.

• First Citizen. As a friend or an enemy?

• Cinna the Poet. Every bit a friend.

• Second Citizen. That matter is answered straight.

• Fourth Denizen. For your dwelling,—briefly. 1845

• Cinna the Poet. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

• Third Denizen. Your name, sir, truly.

• Cinna the Poet. Truly, my proper name is Cinna.

• First Citizen. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator.

• Cinna the Poet. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 1850

• 4th Citizen. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

• Cinna the Poet. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

• Fourth Denizen. Information technology is no matter, his name'due south Cinna; pluck just his
  name out of his center, and turn him going.

• Third Denizen. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands: 1855
  to Brutus', to Cassius'; fire all: some to Decius'
  house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': abroad, become!

Exeunt

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