Brutus. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. Cæsar. What, Brutus? Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Let me a little show it, even in this; That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd, Cinna. O Cæsar, Cæsar. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Cæsar. Doth not Brutus bootless' kneel? Casca. Speak, hands, for me. [CASCA stabs CAESAR in the neck. CESAR catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other CONSPIRATORS, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS. Cæsar. Et tu, Brute? 8-Then, fall, Cæsar. [Dies. The SENATORS and PEOPLE retire in confusion. Cinna. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. 5 Intelligent. 6 Solicitation. 8 And thou, Brutus. Cassius. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement! Brutus. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Fly not; stand still:-ambition's debt is paid. Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. Decius. Brutus. Where's Publius? And Cassius too. Cinna. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Metellus. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar'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's Antony? Trebonius. Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, Brutus. Fates! we will know your pleasures:— 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; 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 Cæsar 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 call'd Brutus shall lead; and we will Ay, every man away: grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Enter a SERVANT. Brutus. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Servant. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down: And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say,- I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Depart untouch'd. 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 Re-enter ANTONY. Brutus. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark Antony. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lie so low? As Cæsar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth, as those your swords, made rich I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purple hands do reek and smoke, Brutus. O Antony! beg not your death of us. Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, Of brother's 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. 9 Grown too high for the public safety. VOL. V. S Brutus. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, - Antony. My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true: Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Pardon me, Julius!-Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Cassius. Mark Antony,- Pardon me, Caius Cassius; The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty. Cassius. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? |