| ACT III SCENE II | The Forum. | |
| | Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens. | |
| Citizens | We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. | |
| BRUTUS | Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. | |
| | Cassius, go you into the other street, | |
| | And part the numbers. |
| | Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; | 5 | |
| | Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; | |
| | And public reasons shall be rendered | |
| | Of Caesar's death. | |
| First Citizen | I will hear Brutus speak. |
| Second Citizen | I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons, | |
| | When severally we hear them rendered. | 10 | |
| | 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 last. | |
| | 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 | |
| | 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 |
| | Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar | |
| | was no less than his. If then that friend demand | |
| | why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: | |
| | --Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved | |
| | Rome more. 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; | |
| | as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was | |
| | valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I | |
| | 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 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. I pause for a reply. | 33 | |
| All | None, Brutus, none. | |
| BRUTUS | Then none have I offended. I have done no more to | |
| | Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of |
| | his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
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| | extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences | |
| | enforced, for which he suffered death. | 39 | |
| | Enter ANTONY and others, with CAESAR's body. | |
| | 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 | |
| | commonwealth; 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. | 46 |
| All | Live, Brutus! live, live! | |
| First Citizen | Bring him with triumph home unto his house. | |
| Second Citizen | Give him a statue with his ancestors. | |
| Third Citizen | Let him be Caesar. | |
| Fourth Citizen | Caesar's better parts | 50 |
| | Shall be crown'd in Brutus. | |
| First Citizen | We'll bring him to his house | |
| | With shouts and clamours. | |
| BRUTUS | My countrymen,-- | |
| Second Citizen | Peace, silence! Brutus speaks. |
| First Citizen | Peace, ho! | |
| BRUTUS | Good countrymen, let me depart alone, | 55 | |
| | And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: | |
| | Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech | |
| | Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony, |
| | By our permission, is allow'd to make. | |
| | I do entreat you, not a man depart, | 60 | |
| | Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. | |
| | Exit | |
| First Citizen | Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony. | |
| Third Citizen | Let him go up into the public chair; |
| | We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up. | |
| ANTONY | For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you. | 65 | |
| | Goes into the pulpit | |
| Fourth Citizen | What does he say of Brutus? | |
| Third Citizen | He says, for Brutus' sake, | |
| | He finds himself beholding to us all. |
| Fourth Citizen | 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. | |
| First Citizen | This Caesar was a tyrant. | |
| Third Citizen | Nay, that's certain: | |
| | We are blest that Rome is rid of him. | 70 | |
| Second Citizen | Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. |
| ANTONY | You gentle Romans,-- | |
| Citizens | Peace, ho! let us hear him. | |
| ANTONY | Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; | |
| | I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. | |
| | The evil that men do lives after them; | 75 |
| | The good is oft interred with their bones; | |
| | So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus | |
| | Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: | |
| | If it were so, it was a grievous fault, | |
| | And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. | 80 |
| | 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 Caesar's funeral. | |
| | He was my friend, faithful and just to me: | 85 |
| | 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 Caesar seem ambitious? | 90 |
| | When that the poor have cried, Caesar 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 | 95 |
| | 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 honourable man. | |
| | I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, | 100 |
| | 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; | 105 |
| | My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, | |
| | And I must pause till it come back to me. | |
| First Citizen | Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. | |
| Second Citizen | If thou consider rightly of the matter, | |
| | Caesar has had great wrong. |
| Third Citizen | Has he, masters? | 110 | |
| | I fear there will a worse come in his place. | |
| Fourth Citizen | Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; | |
| | Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious. | |
| First Citizen | If it be found so, some will dear abide it. |
| Second Citizen | Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping. | |
| Third Citizen | There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. | 116 | |
| Fourth Citizen | Now mark him, he begins again to speak. | |
| ANTONY | But yesterday the word of Caesar might | |
| | Have stood against the world; now lies he there. |
| | And none so poor to do him reverence. | 120 | |
| | 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 honourable men: |
| | I will not do them wrong; I rather choose | 125 | |
| | To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, | |
| | Than I will wrong such honourable men. | |
| | But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; | |
| | I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: |
| | Let but the commons hear this testament-- | 130 | |
| | Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read-- | |
| | And they would go and kiss dead Caesar'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, | 135 | |
| | Bequeathing it as a rich legacy | |
| | Unto their issue. | |
| Fourth Citizen | We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. | |
| All | The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will. |
| ANTONY | Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; | |
| | It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. | 141 | |
| | You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; | |
| | And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, | |
| | It will inflame you, it will make you mad: |
| | 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; | 145 | |
| | For, if you should, O, what would come of it! | |
| Fourth Citizen | Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; | |
| | You shall read us the will, Caesar's will. | |
| ANTONY | Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? |
| | I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: | 150 | |
| | I fear I wrong the honourable men | |
| | Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it. | |
| Fourth Citizen | They were traitors: honourable men! | |
| All | The will! the testament! |
| Second Citizen | They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will. | 155 | |
| ANTONY | You will compel me, then, to read the will? | |
| | Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, | |
| | And let me show you him that made the will. | |
| | Shall I descend? and will you give me leave? | 160 |
| Several Citizens | Come down. | |
| Second Citizen | Descend. | |
| Third Citizen | You shall have leave. | |
| | ANTONY comes down. | |
| Fourth Citizen | A ring; stand round. | |
| First Citizen | Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. |
| Second Citizen | Room for Antony, most noble Antony. | 166 | |
| ANTONY | Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. | |
| Several Citizens | Stand back; room; bear back. | |
| ANTONY | If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. | |
| | You all do know this mantle: I remember | 170 |
| | The first time ever Caesar put it on; | |
| | 'Twas on a summer's 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: | 175 |
| | Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; | |
| | And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, | |
| | Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, | |
| | As rushing out of doors, to be resolved | |
| | If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; | 180 |
| | For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: | |
| | Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! | |
| | This was the most unkindest cut of all; | |
| | For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, | |
| | Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, | 185 |
| | Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; | |
| | And, in his mantle muffling up his face, | |
| | Even at the base of Pompey's statua, | |
| | Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. | |
| | O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! | 190 |
| | Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, | |
| | 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 when you but behold | 195 |
| | Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, | |
| | Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. | |
| First Citizen | O piteous spectacle! | |
| Second Citizen | O noble Caesar! | |
| Third Citizen | O woful day! | 200 |
| Fourth Citizen | O traitors, villains! | |
| First Citizen | O most bloody sight! | |
| Second Citizen | We will be revenged. | |
| All | Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! | |
| | Let not a traitor live! |
| ANTONY | Stay, countrymen. | 205 | |
| First Citizen | Peace there! hear the noble Antony. | |
| Second Citizen | We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. | |
| ANTONY | Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up | |
| | To such a sudden flood of mutiny. |
| | They that have done this deed are honourable: | 210 | |
| | What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, | |
| | That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, | |
| | And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. | 215 | |
| | 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: | 220 |
| | 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 Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, | |
| | And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, | 226 |
| | 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. | 230 |
| All | We'll mutiny. |
| First Citizen | We'll burn the house of Brutus. | |
| Third Citizen | Away, then! come, seek the conspirators. | |
| ANTONY | Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. | |
| All | Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony! | |
| ANTONY | Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: |
| | Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? | |
| | Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: | |
| | You have forgot the will I told you of. | |
| All | Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will. | 240 |
| ANTONY | Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. |
| | To every Roman citizen he gives, | |
| | To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. | |
| Second Citizen | Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death. | |
| Third Citizen | O royal Caesar! | |
| ANTONY | Hear me with patience. |
| All | Peace, ho! | |
| ANTONY | Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, | |
| | His private arbours and new-planted orchards, | |
| | On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, | 250 |
| | And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, |
| | To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. | |
| | Here was a Caesar! when comes such another? | |
| First Citizen | Never, never. Come, away, away! | |
| | We'll burn his body in the holy place, | 255 |
| | And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. |
| | Take up the body. | |
| Second Citizen | Go fetch fire. | |
| Third Citizen | Pluck down benches. | |
| Fourth Citizen | Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. | |
| | Exeunt Citizens with the body. | |
| ANTONY | Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, | 261 |
| | Take thou what course thou wilt! | |
| | Enter a Servant | |
| | How now, fellow! | |
| Servant | Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. | |
| ANTONY | Where is he? | |
| Servant | 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 us any thing. | |
| Servant | I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius | 269 |
| | Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. |
| ANTONY | Belike they had some notice of the people, | |
| | How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. | |
| | Exeunt | |