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Act 3, scene 1
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Julius Caesar
Act 3, scene 1



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Caesar’s assassination is just the halfway point of Julius Caesar. The first part of the play leads to his death; the…

Act 1, scene 1

In Rome the people are taking a holiday to celebrate the triumphant return of Julius Caesar. The tribunes Marullus and…

Act 1, scene 2

A soothsayer advises Caesar that the fifteenth of March will be a dangerous day for him. When Caesar and others…

Act 1, scene 3

Casca, meeting Cicero, describes the marvels visible in the streets that night and suggests that the marvels foretell important events…

Act 2, scene 1

Brutus anxiously ponders joining the conspiracy against Caesar. When he is brought one of the unsigned letters that Cassius has…

Act 2, scene 2

It is now the fifteenth of March. Calphurnia, Caesar’s wife, persuades him to stay home because she fears for his…

Act 2, scene 3

Artemidorus waits in the street for Caesar in order to give him a letter warning him of the conspiracy.

Act 2, scene 4

Portia, who has been told of the conspirators’ plan to kill Caesar, waits anxiously for news of their success. She…

Act 3, scene 1

In the street Caesar brushes aside Artemidorus’s attempt to warn him of the conspiracy. Once inside the Capitol, the conspirators…

Act 3, scene 2

Brutus explains to the people that the cause of Caesar’s assassination was the preservation of the Roman Republic from Caesar’s…

Act 3, scene 3

Cinna the poet is attacked and killed by the Roman mob because his name is the same as that of…

Act 4, scene 1

Antony, Lepidus, and Octavius meet to condemn to death those who may oppose them. Sending Lepidus for Caesar’s will, Antony…

Act 4, scene 2

Brutus and Cassius each feel wronged by the other. They prepare to withdraw from the view of their armies to…

Act 4, scene 3

Brutus and Cassius exchange accusations in Brutus’s tent. They grow angry with each other but are quickly reconciled, and Brutus…

Act 5, scene 1

The opposing armies confront each other at Philippi. Before the battle, Brutus and Cassius exchange insults with Antony and Octavius….

Act 5, scene 2

Brutus sends Messala to throw all Brutus’s legions into the battle.

Act 5, scene 3

Cassius, mistakenly believing that the battle has been lost and that Titinius has been taken captive, orders Pindarus to kill…

Act 5, scene 4

Brutus’s forces are defeated in the second battle. Lucilius calls attention to himself and away from Brutus by announcing himself…

Act 5, scene 5

Brutus begs four of his followers to assist him in his suicide. All but the fourth decline. Brutus kills himself….

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Scene 1
Flourish. Enter Caesar, Antony, Lepidus; Brutus, Cassius,
Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna; Publius,
Popilius, Artemidorus, the Soothsayer, and other
Senators and Petitioners.

CAESAR The ides of March are come.
SOOTHSAYER Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
ARTEMIDORUS Hail, Caesar. Read this schedule.
 Trebonius doth desire you to o’erread,
5 At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
 O Caesar, read mine first, for mine’s a suit
 That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.
 What touches us ourself shall be last served.
 Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.
10 What, is the fellow mad?
PUBLIUS  Sirrah, give place.
 What, urge you your petitions in the street?
 Come to the Capitol.
Caesar goes forward, the rest following.

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ACT 3. SC. 1

POPILIUS, to Cassius 
 I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
CASSIUS 15What enterprise, Popilius?
POPILIUS Fare you well.He walks away.
BRUTUS What said Popilius Lena?
 He wished today our enterprise might thrive.
 I fear our purpose is discoverèd.
20 Look how he makes to Caesar. Mark him.
 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 25 Cassius, be constant.
 Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,
 For look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
 Trebonius knows his time, for look you, Brutus,
 He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Trebonius and Antony exit.
30 Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go
 And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
 He is addressed. Press near and second him.
 Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
 Are we all ready? What is now amiss
35 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.

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CAESAR  I must prevent thee, Cimber.
40 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
45 That will be thawed from the true quality
 With that which melteth fools—I mean sweet
 Low-crookèd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
 Thy brother by decree is banishèd.
50 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.
 Is there no voice more worthy than my own
55 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.
60 What, Brutus?
CASSIUS, kneeling 
 Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon!
 As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
 To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
 I could be well moved, if I were as you.
65 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;

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70 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
75 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 
80 O Caesar—
CAESAR  Hence. Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
DECIUS, kneeling 
 Great Caesar—
CAESAR  Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
CASCA Speak, hands, for me!
As Casca strikes, the others rise up and stab Caesar.
CAESAR 85Et tu, Brutè?—Then fall, Caesar.
He dies.
 Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
 Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
 Some to the common pulpits and cry out
 “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement.”
90 People and Senators, be not affrighted.
 Fly not; stand still. Ambition’s debt is paid.
 Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
DECIUS  And Cassius too.
BRUTUS Where’s Publius?
95 Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

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 Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar’s
 Should chance—
 Talk not of standing.—Publius, good cheer.
 There is no harm intended to your person,
100 Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.
 And leave us, Publius, lest that the people,
 Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
 Do so, and let no man abide this deed
 But we the doers.
All but the Conspirators exit.

Enter Trebonius.

CASSIUS 105Where 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
110 pleasures.
 That we shall die we know; ’tis but the time,
 And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
 Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
 Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
115 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.
120 Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace,
 And, waving our red weapons o’er our heads,
 Let’s all cry “Peace, freedom, and liberty!”

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 Stoop then, and wash.
They smear their hands and swords with Caesar’s blood.
 How many ages hence
125 Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
 In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
 How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
 That now on Pompey’s basis lies along
 No worthier than the dust!
CASSIUS 130So oft as that shall be,
 So often shall the knot of us be called
 The men that gave their country liberty.
 What, shall we forth?
CASSIUS  Ay, every man away.
135 Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels
 With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.

 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,
140 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 honor him;
 Say, I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.
145 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
150 The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
 With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
 Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman.
 I never thought him worse.
155 Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
 He shall be satisfied and, by my honor,
 Depart untouched.
SERVANT  I’ll fetch him presently.
Servant exits.
 I know that we shall have him well to friend.
160 I wish we may; but yet have I a mind
 That fears him much, and my misgiving still
 Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Enter Antony.

 But here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony!
 O mighty Caesar, dost thou lie so low?
165 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
170 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 you, if you bear me hard,
 Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
175 Fulfill 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,

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
 The choice and master spirits of this age.
180 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.
185 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.
190 Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
 Of brothers’ temper, do receive you in
 With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
 Your voice shall be as strong as any man’s
 In the disposing of new dignities.
195 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 200 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,
205 Metellus;—
 Yours, Cinna;—and, my valiant Casca, yours;—
 Though last, not least in love, yours, good
 Gentlemen all—alas, what shall I say?
210 My credit now stands on such slippery ground
 That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,

Julius Caesar
ACT 3. SC. 1

 Either a coward or a flatterer.—
 That I did love thee, Caesar, O, ’tis true!
 If then thy spirit look upon us now,
215 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,
220 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
225 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
230 Dost thou here lie!
 Mark Antony—
ANTONY  Pardon me, Caius Cassius.
 The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
 Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
235 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?
 Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
240 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.
 Or else were this a savage spectacle.

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245 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
250 Produce his body to the marketplace,
 And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
 Speak in the order of his funeral.
 You shall, Mark Antony.
CASSIUS  Brutus, a word with you.
255 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 260 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,
265 And that we are contented 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.
 Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar’s body.
270 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
275 In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
 After my speech is ended.

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ANTONY  Be it so.
 I do desire no more.
 Prepare the body, then, and follow us.
All but Antony exit.
280 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 livèd in the tide of times.
 Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
285 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
290 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,
295 All pity choked with custom of fell deeds;
 And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
 With Ate 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,
300 That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
 With carrion men groaning for burial.

Enter Octavius’ Servant.

 You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
SERVANT I do, Mark Antony.
 Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
305 He did receive his letters and is coming,

Julius Caesar
ACT 3. SC. 2

 And bid me say to you by word of mouth—
 O Caesar!
 Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
 Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
310 Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
 Began to water. Is thy master coming?
 He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
 Post back with speed and tell him what hath
315 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 marketplace. There shall I try,
320 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.
They exit with Caesar’s body.