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Rome. Before the Capitol.
 Enter, at one door, CITIZENS, ARTEMIDORUS, and the SOOTHSAYER.
 Flourish.
 Enter, at another door, CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS,
 METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS,
 POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and SENATORS.

Caesar    The ides of March are come.

Soothsayer    Ay, Caesar, but not gone.

Artemidorus    Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.

Decius    Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread,
    At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Artemidorus    O Caesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
    That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.

Caesar    What touches us ourself shall be last served.

Artemidorus    Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

Caesar    What, is this fellow mad?

Publius                                Sirrah, give place.

Cassius    What, urge you your petitions in the street?
    Come to the Capitol.

              CAESAR enters the Capitol, the REST following.

Popilius    I wish your enterprise today may thrive.

Cassius    What enterprise, Popilius?

Popilius                                    Fare you well.
                                                    [Advances to CAESAR.

Brutus    What said Popilius Lena?

Cassius    He wished today our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discoverd.

Brutus    Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.

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

Brutus                                    Cassius, be constant.
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

Cassius    Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus,
    He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
                                                    [Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS.

Decius    Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go
    And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

Brutus    He is addressed. Press near and second him.

Cinna    Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Caesar    Are we all ready? What is now amiss
    That Caesar and his Senate must redress?

Metellus    [Kneeling.]
    Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
    Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
    An humble heart-

Caesar                                I must prevent thee, Cimber.
    These couchings and these lowly courtesies
    Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
    And turn preordinance and first decree
    Into the law of children. Be not fond
    To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
    That will be thawed from the true quality
    With that which melteth fools - I mean sweet words,
    Low-crookd curtsies, and base spaniel-fawning.
    Thy brother by decree is banishd.
    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.

Metellus    Is there no voice more worthy than my own
    To sound more sweetly in great Caesar's ear
    For the repealing of my banished brother?

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

Caesar    What, Brutus?

Cassius    [Kneeling.]    Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon.
    As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
    To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Caesar    I could be well moved if I were as you;
    If I could pray to move, prayers would move me;
    But I am constant as the Northern Star,
    Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
    There is no fellow in the firmament.
    The skies are painted with unnumbered 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 furnished 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 banished,
    And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cinna    [Kneeling.] O Caesar-

Caesar                                Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Decius    [Kneeling.] Great Caesar-

Caesar                                        Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?

Casca    Speak, hands, for me!
                                                    [They stab CAESAR.

Caesar    Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
                                                    [Dies.

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

Cassius    Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    "Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!"
                         [Exeunt SENATORS and CITIZENS in confusion.

Brutus    People and senators, be not affrighted.
    Fly not; stand still. Ambition's debt is paid.

Casca    Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

Decius                                    And Cassius too.

Brutus    Where's Publius?

Cinna    Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Metellus    Stand fast together lest some friend of Caesar's
    Should chance-

Brutus    Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
    There is no harm intended to your person,
    Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.

Cassius    And leave us, Publius, lest that the people
    Rushing on us should do your age some mischief.

Brutus    Do so; and let no man abide this deed
    But we the doers.

                           Re-enter TREBONIUS.

Cassius    Where is Antony?

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

Brutus                                Fates, we will know your pleasures.
    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
    And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

Cassius    Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
    Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Brutus    Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
    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!"

Cassius    Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
    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 now on Pompey's basis lies along
    No worthier than the dust!

Cassius                                    So oft as that shall be,
    So often shall the knot of us be called
    The men that gave their country liberty.

Decius    What, shall we forth?

Cassius                                Ay, every man away.
    Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
    With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

                         Enter Antony's SERVANT.

Brutus    Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

Servant    [Kneeling.] Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
    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 feared Caesar, honoured 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.

Brutus    Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
    I never thought him worse.
    Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
    He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
    Depart untouched

Servant                            I'll fetch him presently.
                                                    [Exit.
Brutus    I know that we shall have him well to friend.

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

                             Re-enter ANTONY.

Brutus    But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony.

Antony    O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
    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's 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.

Brutus    O Antony, beg not your death of us.
    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.

Cassius    Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
    In the disposing of new dignities.

Brutus    Only be patient till we have appeased
    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.

Antony                                I doubt not of your wisdom.
    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 least 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 Antony making his peace,
    Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
    Most noble, in the presence of thy corpse?
    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 bayed, brave hart;
    Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
    Signed in thy spoil and crimsoned 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!

Cassius    Mark Antony-

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

Cassius    I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
    But what compact mean you to have with us?
    Will you be pricked in number of our friends,
    Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Antony    Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
    Swayed 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.

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

Antony                                    That's all I seek;
    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.

Cassius                                    Brutus, a word with you.
    [Aside to BRUTUS.]
    You 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?

Brutus    [Aside to CASSIUS.]                By your pardon;
    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 that Caesar shall
    Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
    It shall advantage more than do us wrong.

Cassius    [Aside to BRUTUS.]
    I know not what may fall. I like it not.

Brutus    Mark Antony, here take you Caesar's body.
    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.

Antony                                Be it so;
    I do desire no more.

Brutus    Prepare 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!
    Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
    That ever livd 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 quartered with the hands of war,
    All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
    And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
    With At 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 Octavius's SERVANT.

    You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

Servant    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 word of mouth-
    O Caesar!

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

Servant    He lies tonight 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 corpse
    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.