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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
Enter Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners,
including a Carpenter and a Cobbler, over the stage.

 Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!
 Is this a holiday? What, know you not,
 Being mechanical, you ought not walk
 Upon a laboring day without the sign
5 Of your profession?—Speak, what trade art thou?
CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.
 Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
 What dost thou with thy best apparel on?—
 You, sir, what trade are you?
COBBLER 10Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am
 but, as you would say, a cobbler.
 But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.
COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe
 conscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of bad
15 soles.
 What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, what

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COBBLER Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me.
 Yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.
20 What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy
COBBLER Why, sir, cobble you.
FLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
COBBLER Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the
25 awl. I meddle with no tradesman’s matters nor
 women’s matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, a
 surgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger,
 I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
 neat’s leather have gone upon my handiwork.
30 But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
 Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
COBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to
 get myself into more work. But indeed, sir, we
 make holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in his
35 triumph.
 Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
 What tributaries follow him to Rome
 To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
 You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless
40 things!
 O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
 Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
 Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
 To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
45 Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
 The livelong day, with patient expectation,
 To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.
 And when you saw his chariot but appear,
 Have you not made an universal shout,
50 That Tiber trembled underneath her banks

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 To hear the replication of your sounds
 Made in her concave shores?
 And do you now put on your best attire?
 And do you now cull out a holiday?
55 And do you now strew flowers in his way
 That comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood?
 Be gone!
 Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
 Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
60 That needs must light on this ingratitude.
 Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault
 Assemble all the poor men of your sort,
 Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
 Into the channel, till the lowest stream
65 Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
All the Commoners exit.
 See whe’er their basest mettle be not moved.
 They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
 Go you down that way towards the Capitol.
 This way will I. Disrobe the images
70 If you do find them decked with ceremonies.
MARULLUS May we do so?
 You know it is the feast of Lupercal.
 It is no matter. Let no images
 Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about
75 And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
 So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
 These growing feathers plucked from Caesar’s wing
 Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
 Who else would soar above the view of men
80 And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
They exit in different directions.

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Scene 2
Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,
Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer;
after them Marullus and Flavius and Commoners.

CASCA  Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
CAESAR  Calphurnia.
CALPHURNIA Here, my lord.
5 Stand you directly in Antonius’ way
 When he doth run his course.—Antonius.
ANTONY Caesar, my lord.
 Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
 To touch Calphurnia, for our elders say
10 The barren, touchèd in this holy chase,
 Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONY  I shall remember.
 When Caesar says “Do this,” it is performed.
 Set on and leave no ceremony out.Sennet.
CAESAR Ha! Who calls?
 Bid every noise be still. Peace, yet again!
 Who is it in the press that calls on me?
 I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
20 Cry “Caesar.” Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
 Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR  What man is that?
 A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

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 Set him before me. Let me see his face.
25 Fellow, come from the throng.
The Soothsayer comes forward.
 Look upon Caesar.
 What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER Beware the ides of March.
 He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
Sennet. All but Brutus and Cassius exit.
30 Will you go see the order of the course?
CASSIUS I pray you, do.
 I am not gamesome. I do lack some part
 Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
35 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires.
 I’ll leave you.
 Brutus, I do observe you now of late.
 I have not from your eyes that gentleness
 And show of love as I was wont to have.
40 You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
 Over your friend that loves you.
BRUTUS  Cassius,
 Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
 I turn the trouble of my countenance
45 Merely upon myself. Vexèd I am
 Of late with passions of some difference,
 Conceptions only proper to myself,
 Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
 But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
50 (Among which number, Cassius, be you one)

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 Nor construe any further my neglect
 Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
 Forgets the shows of love to other men.
 Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
55 By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
 Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
 No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
 But by reflection, by some other things.
CASSIUS 60’Tis just.
 And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
 That you have no such mirrors as will turn
 Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
 That you might see your shadow. I have heard
65 Where many of the best respect in Rome,
 Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
 And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,
 Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
 Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
70 That you would have me seek into myself
 For that which is not in me?
 Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
 And since you know you cannot see yourself
 So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
75 Will modestly discover to yourself
 That of yourself which you yet know not of.
 And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
 Were I a common laughter, or did use
 To stale with ordinary oaths my love
80 To every new protester; if you know
 That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
 And after scandal them, or if you know

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 That I profess myself in banqueting
 To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish and shout.
85 What means this shouting? I do fear the people
 Choose Caesar for their king.
CASSIUS  Ay, do you fear it?
 Then must I think you would not have it so.
 I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.
90 But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
 What is it that you would impart to me?
 If it be aught toward the general good,
 Set honor in one eye and death i’ th’ other
 And I will look on both indifferently;
95 For let the gods so speed me as I love
 The name of honor more than I fear death.
 I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
 As well as I do know your outward favor.
 Well, honor is the subject of my story.
100 I cannot tell what you and other men
 Think of this life; but, for my single self,
 I had as lief not be as live to be
 In awe of such a thing as I myself.
 I was born free as Caesar; so were you;
105 We both have fed as well, and we can both
 Endure the winter’s cold as well as he.
 For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
 The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
 Caesar said to me “Dar’st thou, Cassius, now
110 Leap in with me into this angry flood
 And swim to yonder point?” Upon the word,
 Accoutered as I was, I plungèd in
 And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
 The torrent roared, and we did buffet it

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115 With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
 And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
 But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
 Caesar cried “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!”
 I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
120 Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
 The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
 Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
 Is now become a god, and Cassius is
 A wretched creature and must bend his body
125 If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
 He had a fever when he was in Spain,
 And when the fit was on him, I did mark
 How he did shake. ’Tis true, this god did shake.
 His coward lips did from their color fly,
130 And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
 Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.
 Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
 Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
 “Alas,” it cried “Give me some drink, Titinius”
135 As a sick girl. You gods, it doth amaze me
 A man of such a feeble temper should
 So get the start of the majestic world
 And bear the palm alone.
Shout. Flourish.
BRUTUS Another general shout!
140 I do believe that these applauses are
 For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
 Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
 Like a Colossus, and we petty men
 Walk under his huge legs and peep about
145 To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
 Men at some time are masters of their fates.
 The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
 But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

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 “Brutus” and “Caesar”—what should be in that
150 “Caesar”?
 Why should that name be sounded more than
 Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
 Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
155 Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em,
 “Brutus” will start a spirit as soon as “Caesar.”
 Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
 Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
 That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
160 Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
 When went there by an age, since the great flood,
 But it was famed with more than with one man?
 When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
 That her wide walks encompassed but one man?
165 Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough
 When there is in it but one only man.
 O, you and I have heard our fathers say
 There was a Brutus once that would have brooked
 Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
170 As easily as a king.
 That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
 What you would work me to, I have some aim.
 How I have thought of this, and of these times,
 I shall recount hereafter. For this present,
175 I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
 Be any further moved. What you have said
 I will consider; what you have to say
 I will with patience hear, and find a time
 Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
180 Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
 Brutus had rather be a villager
 Than to repute himself a son of Rome

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 Under these hard conditions as this time
 Is like to lay upon us.
CASSIUS 185I am glad that my weak words
 Have struck but thus much show of fire from

Enter Caesar and his train.

 The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
 As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
190 And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
 What hath proceeded worthy note today.
 I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
 The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’s brow,
 And all the rest look like a chidden train.
195 Calphurnia’s cheek is pale, and Cicero
 Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
 As we have seen him in the Capitol,
 Being crossed in conference by some senators.
 Casca will tell us what the matter is.
CAESAR 200Antonius.
ANTONY Caesar.
 Let me have men about me that are fat,
 Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.
 Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
205 He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.
 Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous.
 He is a noble Roman, and well given.
 Would he were fatter! But I fear him not.
 Yet if my name were liable to fear,

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210 I do not know the man I should avoid
 So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,
 He is a great observer, and he looks
 Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,
 As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;
215 Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
 As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
 That could be moved to smile at anything.
 Such men as he be never at heart’s ease
 Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
220 And therefore are they very dangerous.
 I rather tell thee what is to be feared
 Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
 Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
 And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.
Sennet. Caesar and his train exit
but Casca remains behind.

CASCA 225You pulled me by the cloak. Would you speak
 with me?
 Ay, Casca. Tell us what hath chanced today
 That Caesar looks so sad.
CASCA Why, you were with him, were you not?
230 I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
CASCA Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being
 offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand,
 thus, and then the people fell a-shouting.
BRUTUS What was the second noise for?
CASCA 235Why, for that too.
 They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?
CASCA Why, for that too.
BRUTUS Was the crown offered him thrice?
CASCA Ay, marry, was ’t, and he put it by thrice, every
240 time gentler than other; and at every putting-by,
 mine honest neighbors shouted.

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CASSIUS Who offered him the crown?
CASCA Why, Antony.
 Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
CASCA 245I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it.
 It was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark
 Antony offer him a crown (yet ’twas not a crown
 neither; ’twas one of these coronets), and, as I told
 you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my
250 thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered
 it to him again; then he put it by again; but to my
 thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it.
 And then he offered it the third time. He put it the
 third time by, and still as he refused it the rabblement
255 hooted and clapped their chopped hands and
 threw up their sweaty nightcaps and uttered such a
 deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the
 crown that it had almost choked Caesar, for he
 swooned and fell down at it. And for mine own part,
260 I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and
 receiving the bad air.
 But soft, I pray you. What, did Caesar swoon?
CASCA He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at
 mouth and was speechless.
265 ’Tis very like; he hath the falling sickness.
 No, Caesar hath it not; but you and I
 And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.
CASCA I know not what you mean by that, but I am
 sure Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
270 clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
 displeased them, as they use to do the players in the
 theater, I am no true man.

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 What said he when he came unto himself?
CASCA Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived
275 the common herd was glad he refused the crown,
 he plucked me ope his doublet and offered them his
 throat to cut. An I had been a man of any occupation,
 if I would not have taken him at a word, I
 would I might go to hell among the rogues. And so
280 he fell. When he came to himself again, he said if he
 had done or said anything amiss, he desired their
 Worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four
 wenches where I stood cried “Alas, good soul!” and
 forgave him with all their hearts. But there’s no
285 heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had stabbed
 their mothers, they would have done no less.
 And, after that, he came thus sad away?
CASSIUS Did Cicero say anything?
CASCA 290Ay, he spoke Greek.
CASSIUS To what effect?
CASCA Nay, an I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’ th’
 face again. But those that understood him smiled at
 one another and shook their heads. But for mine
295 own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more
 news too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarves
 off Caesar’s images, are put to silence. Fare you
 well. There was more foolery yet, if I could remember
CASSIUS 300Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?
CASCA No, I am promised forth.
CASSIUS Will you dine with me tomorrow?
CASCA Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your
 dinner worth the eating.
CASSIUS 305Good. I will expect you.
CASCA Do so. Farewell both.He exits.

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 What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
 He was quick mettle when he went to school.
 So is he now in execution
310 Of any bold or noble enterprise,
 However he puts on this tardy form.
 This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
 Which gives men stomach to digest his words
 With better appetite.
315 And so it is. For this time I will leave you.
 Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,
 I will come home to you; or, if you will,
 Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
 I will do so. Till then, think of the world.
Brutus exits.
320 Well, Brutus, thou art noble. Yet I see
 Thy honorable mettle may be wrought
 From that it is disposed. Therefore it is meet
 That noble minds keep ever with their likes;
 For who so firm that cannot be seduced?
325 Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.
 If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
 He should not humor me. I will this night
 In several hands in at his windows throw,
 As if they came from several citizens,
330 Writings, all tending to the great opinion
 That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely
 Caesar’s ambition shall be glancèd at
 And after this, let Caesar seat him sure,
 For we will shake him, or worse days endure.
He exits.

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Scene 3
Thunder and lightning. Enter Casca and Cicero.

 Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?
 Why are you breathless? And why stare you so?
 Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
 Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,
5 I have seen tempests when the scolding winds
 Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
 Th’ ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam
 To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds;
 But never till tonight, never till now,
10 Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.
 Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
 Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
 Incenses them to send destruction.
 Why, saw you anything more wonderful?
15 A common slave (you know him well by sight)
 Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
 Like twenty torches joined; and yet his hand,
 Not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
 Besides (I ha’ not since put up my sword),
20 Against the Capitol I met a lion,
 Who glazed upon me and went surly by
 Without annoying me. And there were drawn
 Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
 Transformèd with their fear, who swore they saw
25 Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.
 And yesterday the bird of night did sit
 Even at noonday upon the marketplace,
 Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies
 Do so conjointly meet, let not men say

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30 “These are their reasons, they are natural,”
 For I believe they are portentous things
 Unto the climate that they point upon.
 Indeed, it is a strange-disposèd time.
 But men may construe things after their fashion,
35 Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
 Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?
 He doth, for he did bid Antonius
 Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.
 Good night then, Casca. This disturbèd sky
40 Is not to walk in.
CASCA  Farewell, CiceroCicero exits.

Enter Cassius.

 Who’s there?
CASCA  A Roman.
CASSIUS  Casca, by your voice.
45 Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!
 A very pleasing night to honest men.
 Who ever knew the heavens menace so?
 Those that have known the Earth so full of faults.
 For my part, I have walked about the streets,
50 Submitting me unto the perilous night,
 And thus unbracèd, Casca, as you see,
 Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
 And when the cross blue lightning seemed to open
 The breast of heaven, I did present myself
55 Even in the aim and very flash of it.

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 But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens?
 It is the part of men to fear and tremble
 When the most mighty gods by tokens send
 Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
60 You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life
 That should be in a Roman you do want,
 Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,
 And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
 To see the strange impatience of the heavens.
65 But if you would consider the true cause
 Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
 Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
 Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
 Why all these things change from their ordinance,
70 Their natures, and preformèd faculties,
 To monstrous quality—why, you shall find
 That heaven hath infused them with these spirits
 To make them instruments of fear and warning
 Unto some monstrous state.
75 Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man
 Most like this dreadful night,
 That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
 As doth the lion in the Capitol;
 A man no mightier than thyself or me
80 In personal action, yet prodigious grown,
 And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
 ’Tis Caesar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?
 Let it be who it is. For Romans now
 Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors.
85 But, woe the while, our fathers’ minds are dead,
 And we are governed with our mothers’ spirits.
 Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

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 Indeed, they say the Senators tomorrow
 Mean to establish Caesar as a king,
90 And he shall wear his crown by sea and land
 In every place save here in Italy.
 I know where I will wear this dagger then;
 Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
 Therein, you gods, you make the weak most strong;
95 Therein, you gods, you tyrants do defeat.
 Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
 Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
 Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
 But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
100 Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
 If I know this, know all the world besides,
 That part of tyranny that I do bear
 I can shake off at pleasure.Thunder still.
CASCA  So can I.
105 So every bondman in his own hand bears
 The power to cancel his captivity.
 And why should Caesar be a tyrant, then?
 Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf
 But that he sees the Romans are but sheep;
110 He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
 Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
 Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome,
 What rubbish, and what offal when it serves
 For the base matter to illuminate
115 So vile a thing as Caesar! But, O grief,
 Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
 Before a willing bondman; then, I know
 My answer must be made. But I am armed,
 And dangers are to me indifferent.

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120 You speak to Casca, and to such a man
 That is no fleering telltale. Hold. My hand.
They shake hands.
 Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
 And I will set this foot of mine as far
 As who goes farthest.
CASSIUS 125 There’s a bargain made.
 Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
 Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
 To undergo with me an enterprise
 Of honorable-dangerous consequence.
130 And I do know by this they stay for me
 In Pompey’s Porch. For now, this fearful night,
 There is no stir or walking in the streets;
 And the complexion of the element
 In favor ’s like the work we have in hand,
135 Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Enter Cinna.

 Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
 ’Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait.
 He is a friend.—Cinna, where haste you so?
 To find out you. Who’s that? Metellus Cimber?
140 No, it is Casca, one incorporate
 To our attempts. Am I not stayed for, Cinna?
 I am glad on ’t. What a fearful night is this!
 There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights.
CASSIUS Am I not stayed for? Tell me.
145 Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could
 But win the noble Brutus to our party—

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CASSIUS, handing him papers 
 Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
 And look you lay it in the Praetor’s chair,
 Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
150 In at his window; set this up with wax
 Upon old Brutus’ statue. All this done,
 Repair to Pompey’s Porch, where you shall find us.
 Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
 All but Metellus Cimber, and he’s gone
155 To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie
 And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
 That done, repair to Pompey’s Theater.
Cinna exits.
 Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day
 See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him
160 Is ours already, and the man entire
 Upon the next encounter yields him ours.
 O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts,
 And that which would appear offense in us
 His countenance, like richest alchemy,
165 Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
 Him and his worth and our great need of him
 You have right well conceited. Let us go,
 For it is after midnight, and ere day
 We will awake him and be sure of him.
They exit.

Scene 1
Enter Brutus in his orchard.

BRUTUS What, Lucius, ho!—
 I cannot by the progress of the stars
 Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say!—
 I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.—
5 When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!

Enter Lucius.

LUCIUS Called you, my lord?
 Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
 When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUS I will, my lord.He exits.
10 It must be by his death. And for my part
 I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
 But for the general. He would be crowned:
 How that might change his nature, there’s the
15 It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
 And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
 And then I grant we put a sting in him
 That at his will he may do danger with.
 Th’ abuse of greatness is when it disjoins

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20 Remorse from power. And, to speak truth of Caesar,
 I have not known when his affections swayed
 More than his reason. But ’tis a common proof
 That lowliness is young ambition’s ladder,
 Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
25 But, when he once attains the upmost round,
 He then unto the ladder turns his back,
 Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
 By which he did ascend. So Caesar may.
 Then, lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel
30 Will bear no color for the thing he is,
 Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
 Would run to these and these extremities.
 And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg,
 Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow
35 mischievous,
 And kill him in the shell.

Enter Lucius.

 The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
 Searching the window for a flint, I found
 This paper, thus sealed up, and I am sure
40 It did not lie there when I went to bed.
Gives him the letter.
 Get you to bed again. It is not day.
 Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?
LUCIUS I know not, sir.
 Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
LUCIUS 45I will, sir.He exits.
 The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
 Give so much light that I may read by them.
Opens the letter and reads.

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 Brutus, thou sleep’st. Awake, and see thyself!
 Shall Rome, etc. Speak, strike, redress!

50 “Brutus, thou sleep’st. Awake.”
 Such instigations have been often dropped
 Where I have took them up.
 “Shall Rome, etc.” Thus must I piece it out:
 Shall Rome stand under one man’s awe? What,
55 Rome?
 My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
 The Tarquin drive when he was called a king.
 “Speak, strike, redress!” Am I entreated
 To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
60 If the redress will follow, thou receivest
 Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Enter Lucius.

LUCIUS Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
Knock within.
 ’Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
Lucius exits.
 Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
65 I have not slept.
 Between the acting of a dreadful thing
 And the first motion, all the interim is
 Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
 The genius and the mortal instruments
70 Are then in council, and the state of man,
 Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
 The nature of an insurrection.

Enter Lucius.

 Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door,
 Who doth desire to see you.

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BRUTUS 75 Is he alone?
 No, sir. There are more with him.
BRUTUS  Do you know
 No, sir. Their hats are plucked about their ears,
80 And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
 That by no means I may discover them
 By any mark of favor.
BRUTUS  Let ’em enter.Lucius exits.
 They are the faction. O conspiracy,
85 Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
 When evils are most free? O, then, by day
 Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
 To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none,
90 Hide it in smiles and affability;
 For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
 Not Erebus itself were dim enough
 To hide thee from prevention.

Enter the conspirators, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna,
Metellus, and Trebonius.

 I think we are too bold upon your rest.
95 Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you?
 I have been up this hour, awake all night.
 Know I these men that come along with you?
 Yes, every man of them; and no man here
 But honors you, and every one doth wish
100 You had but that opinion of yourself
 Which every noble Roman bears of you.
 This is Trebonius.

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BRUTUS  He is welcome hither.
 This, Decius Brutus.
BRUTUS 105 He is welcome too.
 This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUS They are all welcome.
 What watchful cares do interpose themselves
 Betwixt your eyes and night?
CASSIUS 110Shall I entreat a word?
Brutus and Cassius whisper.
 Here lies the east; doth not the day break here?
 O pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
 That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
115 You shall confess that you are both deceived.
 Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
 Which is a great way growing on the south,
 Weighing the youthful season of the year.
 Some two months hence, up higher toward the
120 north
 He first presents his fire, and the high east
 Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
BRUTUS, coming forward with Cassius 
 Give me your hands all over, one by one.
 And let us swear our resolution.
125 No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
 The sufferance of our souls, the time’s abuse—
 If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
 And every man hence to his idle bed.
 So let high-sighted tyranny range on

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130 Till each man drop by lottery. But if these—
 As I am sure they do—bear fire enough
 To kindle cowards and to steel with valor
 The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
 What need we any spur but our own cause
135 To prick us to redress? What other bond
 Than secret Romans that have spoke the word
 And will not palter? And what other oath
 Than honesty to honesty engaged
 That this shall be or we will fall for it?
140 Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
 Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
 That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
 Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
 The even virtue of our enterprise,
145 Nor th’ insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
 To think that or our cause or our performance
 Did need an oath, when every drop of blood
 That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
 Is guilty of a several bastardy
150 If he do break the smallest particle
 Of any promise that hath passed from him.
 But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
 I think he will stand very strong with us.
 Let us not leave him out.
CINNA 155 No, by no means.
 O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
 Will purchase us a good opinion
 And buy men’s voices to commend our deeds.
 It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands.
160 Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
 But all be buried in his gravity.

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 O, name him not! Let us not break with him,
 For he will never follow anything
 That other men begin.
CASSIUS 165Then leave him out.
CASCA Indeed, he is not fit.
 Shall no man else be touched, but only Caesar?
 Decius, well urged. I think it is not meet
 Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
170 Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him
 A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
 If he improve them, may well stretch so far
 As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
 Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
175 Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
 To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
 Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
 For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
 Let’s be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
180 We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,
 And in the spirit of men there is no blood.
 O, that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit
 And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
 Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,
185 Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully.
 Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
 Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
 And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
 Stir up their servants to an act of rage
190 And after seem to chide ’em. This shall make
 Our purpose necessary and not envious;
 Which so appearing to the common eyes,
 We shall be called purgers, not murderers.

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 And for Mark Antony, think not of him,
195 For he can do no more than Caesar’s arm
 When Caesar’s head is off.
CASSIUS  Yet I fear him,
 For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar—
 Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
200 If he love Caesar, all that he can do
 Is to himself: take thought and die for Caesar.
 And that were much he should, for he is given
 To sports, to wildness, and much company.
 There is no fear in him. Let him not die,
205 For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.
Clock strikes.
 Peace, count the clock.
CASSIUS  The clock hath stricken
 ’Tis time to part.
CASSIUS 210 But it is doubtful yet
 Whether Caesar will come forth today or no,
 For he is superstitious grown of late,
 Quite from the main opinion he held once
 Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
215 It may be these apparent prodigies,
 The unaccustomed terror of this night,
 And the persuasion of his augurers
 May hold him from the Capitol today.
 Never fear that. If he be so resolved,
220 I can o’ersway him, for he loves to hear
 That unicorns may be betrayed with trees,
 And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
 Lions with toils, and men with flatterers.

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 But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
225 He says he does, being then most flatterèd.
 Let me work,
 For I can give his humor the true bent,
 And I will bring him to the Capitol.
 Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
230 By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
 Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
 Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
 Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey.
 I wonder none of you have thought of him.
235 Now, good Metellus, go along by him.
 He loves me well, and I have given him reasons.
 Send him but hither, and I’ll fashion him.
 The morning comes upon ’s. We’ll leave you,
240 And, friends, disperse yourselves, but all remember
 What you have said, and show yourselves true
 Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily.
 Let not our looks put on our purposes,
245 But bear it, as our Roman actors do,
 With untired spirits and formal constancy.
 And so good morrow to you every one.
All but Brutus exit.
 Boy! Lucius!—Fast asleep? It is no matter.
 Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
250 Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies

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 Which busy care draws in the brains of men.
 Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.

Enter Portia.

PORTIA  Brutus, my lord.
 Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
255 It is not for your health thus to commit
 Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
 Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus,
 Stole from my bed. And yesternight at supper
 You suddenly arose and walked about,
260 Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
 And when I asked you what the matter was,
 You stared upon me with ungentle looks.
 I urged you further; then you scratched your head
 And too impatiently stamped with your foot.
265 Yet I insisted; yet you answered not,
 But with an angry wafture of your hand
 Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,
 Fearing to strengthen that impatience
 Which seemed too much enkindled, and withal
270 Hoping it was but an effect of humor,
 Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
 It will not let you eat nor talk nor sleep,
 And could it work so much upon your shape
 As it hath much prevailed on your condition,
275 I should not know you Brutus. Dear my lord,
 Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
 I am not well in health, and that is all.
 Brutus is wise and, were he not in health,
 He would embrace the means to come by it.

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280 Why so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
 Is Brutus sick? And is it physical
 To walk unbracèd and suck up the humors
 Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
 And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
285 To dare the vile contagion of the night
 And tempt the rheumy and unpurgèd air
 To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus,
 You have some sick offense within your mind,
 Which by the right and virtue of my place
290 I ought to know of. She kneels. And upon my
 I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
 By all your vows of love, and that great vow
 Which did incorporate and make us one,
295 That you unfold to me, your self, your half,
 Why you are heavy, and what men tonight
 Have had resort to you; for here have been
 Some six or seven who did hide their faces
 Even from darkness.
BRUTUS 300 Kneel not, gentle Portia.
He lifts her up.
 I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
 Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
 Is it excepted I should know no secrets
 That appertain to you? Am I your self
305 But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
 To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
 And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the
 Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
310 Portia is Brutus’ harlot, not his wife.

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 You are my true and honorable wife,
 As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
 That visit my sad heart.
 If this were true, then should I know this secret.
315 I grant I am a woman, but withal
 A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.
 I grant I am a woman, but withal
 A woman well-reputed, Cato’s daughter.
 Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
320 Being so fathered and so husbanded?
 Tell me your counsels; I will not disclose ’em.
 I have made strong proof of my constancy,
 Giving myself a voluntary wound
 Here, in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience,
325 And not my husband’s secrets?
BRUTUS  O you gods,
 Render me worthy of this noble wife!Knock.
 Hark, hark, one knocks. Portia, go in awhile,
 And by and by thy bosom shall partake
330 The secrets of my heart.
 All my engagements I will construe to thee,
 All the charactery of my sad brows.
 Leave me with haste.Portia exits.
 Lucius, who ’s that knocks?

Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

335 Here is a sick man that would speak with you.
 Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spoke of.—
 Boy, stand aside.Lucius exits.
 Caius Ligarius, how?
 Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

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340 O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
 To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
 I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
 Any exploit worthy the name of honor.
 Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
345 Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
 By all the gods that Romans bow before,
 I here discard my sickness.
He takes off his kerchief.
 Soul of Rome,
 Brave son derived from honorable loins,
350 Thou like an exorcist hast conjured up
 My mortifièd spirit. Now bid me run,
 And I will strive with things impossible,
 Yea, get the better of them. What’s to do?
 A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
355 But are not some whole that we must make sick?
 That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
 I shall unfold to thee as we are going
 To whom it must be done.
LIGARIUS  Set on your foot,
360 And with a heart new-fired I follow you
 To do I know not what; but it sufficeth
 That Brutus leads me on.Thunder.
BRUTUS  Follow me then.
They exit.

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Scene 2
Thunder and lightning. Enter Julius Caesar in his

 Nor heaven nor Earth have been at peace tonight.
 Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out
 “Help ho, they murder Caesar!”—Who’s within?

Enter a Servant.

SERVANT My lord.
5 Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
 And bring me their opinions of success.
SERVANT I will, my lord.He exits.

Enter Calphurnia.

 What mean you, Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
 You shall not stir out of your house today.
10 Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me
 Ne’er looked but on my back. When they shall see
 The face of Caesar, they are vanishèd.
 Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies,
 Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
15 Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
 Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
 A lioness hath whelpèd in the streets,
 And graves have yawned and yielded up their dead.
 Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds
20 In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
 Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.
 The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
 Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,

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 And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
25 O Caesar, these things are beyond all use,
 And I do fear them.
CAESAR  What can be avoided
 Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
 Yet Caesar shall go forth, for these predictions
30 Are to the world in general as to Caesar.
 When beggars die there are no comets seen;
 The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
 Cowards die many times before their deaths;
35 The valiant never taste of death but once.
 Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
 It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
 Seeing that death, a necessary end,
 Will come when it will come.

Enter a Servant.

40 What say the augurers?
 They would not have you to stir forth today.
 Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
 They could not find a heart within the beast.
 The gods do this in shame of cowardice.
45 Caesar should be a beast without a heart
 If he should stay at home today for fear.
 No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well
 That Caesar is more dangerous than he.
 We are two lions littered in one day,
50 And I the elder and more terrible.
 And Caesar shall go forth.
CALPHURNIA  Alas, my lord,
 Your wisdom is consumed in confidence.

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 Do not go forth today. Call it my fear
55 That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
 We’ll send Mark Antony to the Senate House,
 And he shall say you are not well today.
 Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.She kneels.
 Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
60 And for thy humor I will stay at home.
He lifts her up.

Enter Decius.

 Here’s Decius Brutus; he shall tell them so.
 Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar.
 I come to fetch you to the Senate House.
 And you are come in very happy time
65 To bear my greeting to the Senators
 And tell them that I will not come today.
 Cannot is false, and that I dare not, falser.
 I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.
 Say he is sick.
CAESAR 70 Shall Caesar send a lie?
 Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far,
 To be afeard to tell graybeards the truth?
 Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.
 Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
75 Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so.
 The cause is in my will. I will not come.
 That is enough to satisfy the Senate.
 But for your private satisfaction,
 Because I love you, I will let you know.
80 Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home.

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 She dreamt tonight she saw my statue,
 Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
 Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
 Came smiling and did bathe their hands in it.
85 And these does she apply for warnings and portents
 And evils imminent, and on her knee
 Hath begged that I will stay at home today.
 This dream is all amiss interpreted.
 It was a vision fair and fortunate.
90 Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
 In which so many smiling Romans bathed,
 Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
 Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
 For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
95 This by Calphurnia’s dream is signified.
 And this way have you well expounded it.
 I have, when you have heard what I can say.
 And know it now: the Senate have concluded
 To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar.
100 If you shall send them word you will not come,
 Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
 Apt to be rendered, for someone to say
 “Break up the Senate till another time,
 When Caesar’s wife shall meet with better dreams.”
105 If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
 “Lo, Caesar is afraid”?
 Pardon me, Caesar, for my dear dear love
 To your proceeding bids me tell you this,
 And reason to my love is liable.
110 How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia!
 I am ashamèd I did yield to them.
 Give me my robe, for I will go.

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Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,
Cinna, and Publius.

 And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
 Good morrow, Caesar.
CAESAR 115 Welcome, Publius.—
 What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?—
 Good morrow, Casca.—Caius Ligarius,
 Caesar was ne’er so much your enemy
 As that same ague which hath made you lean.—
120 What is ’t o’clock?
BRUTUS  Caesar, ’tis strucken eight.
 I thank you for your pains and courtesy.

Enter Antony.

 See, Antony that revels long a-nights
 Is notwithstanding up.—Good morrow, Antony.
ANTONY 125So to most noble Caesar.
CAESAR, to Servant Bid them prepare within.—
 I am to blame to be thus waited for.Servant exits.
 Now, Cinna.—Now, Metellus.—What, Trebonius,
 I have an hour’s talk in store for you.
130 Remember that you call on me today;
 Be near me that I may remember you.
 Caesar, I will. Aside. And so near will I be
 That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
 Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me,
135 And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
BRUTUS, aside 
 That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
 The heart of Brutus earns to think upon.
They exit.

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Scene 3
Enter Artemidorus reading a paper.

ARTEMIDORUS Caesar, beware of Brutus, take heed of
 Cassius, come not near Casca, have an eye to Cinna,
 trust not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber.
 Decius Brutus loves thee not. Thou hast wronged
5 Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these
 men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou beest not
 immortal, look about you. Security gives way to
 conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!
 Thy lover,
10 Artemidorus

 Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
 And as a suitor will I give him this.
 My heart laments that virtue cannot live
 Out of the teeth of emulation.
15 If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live;
 If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
He exits.

Scene 4

Enter Portia and Lucius.

 I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.
 Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
 Why dost thou stay?
LUCIUS  To know my errand, madam.
5 I would have had thee there and here again
 Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
 Aside. O constancy, be strong upon my side;
 Set a huge mountain ’tween my heart and tongue.
 I have a man’s mind but a woman’s might.

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10 How hard it is for women to keep counsel!—
 Art thou here yet?
LUCIUS  Madam, what should I do?
 Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
 And so return to you, and nothing else?
15 Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
 For he went sickly forth. And take good note
 What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
 Hark, boy, what noise is that?
LUCIUS I hear none, madam.
PORTIA 20Prithee, listen well.
 I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,
 And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
LUCIUS Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

 Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
SOOTHSAYER 25At mine own house, good lady.
PORTIA What is ’t o’clock?
SOOTHSAYER About the ninth hour, lady.
 Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
 Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand
30 To see him pass on to the Capitol.
 Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
 That I have, lady. If it will please Caesar
 To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
 I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
35 Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards

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 None that I know will be, much that I fear may
 Good morrow to you.—Here the street is narrow.
40 The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
 Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
 Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.
 I’ll get me to a place more void, and there
 Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.He exits.
45 I must go in. Aside. Ay me, how weak a thing
 The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
 The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
 Sure the boy heard me. To Lucius. Brutus hath a
50 That Caesar will not grant. Aside. O, I grow
 Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord.
 Say I am merry. Come to me again
 And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
They exit separately.

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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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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 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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 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,

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 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,

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 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.

Scene 2
Enter Brutus and Cassius with the Plebeians.

 We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!
 Then follow me and give me audience, friends.—
 Cassius, go you into the other street
 And part the numbers.—
5 Those that will hear me speak, let ’em stay here;
 Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;

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 And public reasons shall be renderèd
 Of Caesar’s death.
FIRST PLEBEIAN  I will hear Brutus speak.
10 I will hear Cassius, and compare their reasons
 When severally we hear them renderèd.
Cassius exits with some of the Plebeians.
Brutus goes into the pulpit.

 The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence.
BRUTUS Be patient till the last.
 Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my
15 cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me
 for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor
 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
20 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
25 die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all
 freemen? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him. As he
 was fortunate, I rejoice at it. As he was valiant, I
 honor him. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
 There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor
30 for his valor, 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
35 love his country? If any, speak, for him have I
 offended. I pause for a reply.
PLEBEIANS None, Brutus, none.
BRUTUS Then none have I offended. I have done no

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 more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The
40 question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol, his
 glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy, nor
 his offenses enforced for which he suffered death.

Enter Mark 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
45 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.
PLEBEIANS 50Live, Brutus, live, live!
 Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
 Give him a statue with his ancestors.
 Let him be Caesar.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN  Caesar’s better parts
55 Shall be crowned in Brutus.
 We’ll bring him to his house with shouts and
 My countrymen—
SECOND PLEBEIAN  Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
 Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
 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
65 (By our permission) is allowed to make.

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 I do entreat you, not a man depart,
 Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
He descends and exits.
 Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony!
 Let him go up into the public chair.
70 We’ll hear him.—Noble Antony, go up.
 For Brutus’ sake, I am beholding to you.
He goes into the pulpit.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN What does he say of Brutus?
THIRD PLEBEIAN He says for Brutus’ sake
 He finds himself beholding to us all.
75 ’Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
 This Caesar was a tyrant.
THIRD PLEBEIAN  Nay, that’s certain.
 We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
 Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.
80 You gentle Romans—
PLEBEIANS  Peace, ho! Let us hear him.
 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
 I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
 The evil that men do lives after them;
85 The good is oft interrèd 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 answered it.
90 Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
 (For Brutus is an honorable man;

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 So are they all, all honorable men),
 Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
 He was my friend, faithful and just to me,
95 But Brutus says he was ambitious,
 And Brutus is an honorable man.
 He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
 Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
 Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
100 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 honorable man.
 You all did see that on the Lupercal
105 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 honorable man.
 I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
110 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
 O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
115 And men have lost their reason!—Bear with me;
 My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
 And I must pause till it come back to me.He weeps.
 Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
 If thou consider rightly of the matter,
120 Caesar has had great wrong.
THIRD PLEBEIAN  Has he, masters?
 I fear there will a worse come in his place.
 Marked you his words? He would not take the
125 Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.

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 If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
 Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
 There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
 Now mark him. He begins again to speak.
130 But yesterday the word of Caesar might
 Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,
 And none so poor to do him reverence.
 O masters, if I were disposed to stir
 Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
135 I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong,
 Who, you all know, are honorable men.
 I will not do them wrong. I rather choose
 To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
 Than I will wrong such honorable men.
140 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,
 Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,
 And they would go and kiss dead Caesar’s wounds
145 And dip their napkins in his sacred blood—
 Yea, beg a hair of him for memory
 And, dying, mention it within their wills,
 Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
 Unto their issue.
150 We’ll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
 The will, the will! We will hear Caesar’s will.
 Have patience, gentle friends. I must not read it.

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 It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
 You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.
155 And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
 It will inflame you; it will make you mad.
 ’Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,
 For if you should, O, what would come of it?
 Read the will! We’ll hear it, Antony.
160 You shall read us the will, Caesar’s will.
 Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?
 I have o’ershot myself to tell you of it.
 I fear I wrong the honorable men
 Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN 165They were traitors. Honorable men?
PLEBEIANS The will! The testament!
SECOND PLEBEIAN They were villains, murderers. The
 will! Read the will.
 You will compel me, then, to read the will?
170 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?
PLEBEIANS Come down.
THIRD PLEBEIAN 175You shall have leave.
Antony descends.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN A ring; stand round.
 Stand from the hearse. Stand from the body.
 Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
 Nay, press not so upon me. Stand far off.

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PLEBEIANS 180Stand back! Room! Bear back!
 If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
 You all do know this mantle. I remember
 The first time ever Caesar put it on.
 ’Twas on a summer’s evening in his tent,
185 That day he overcame the Nervii.
 Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through.
 See what a rent the envious Casca made.
 Through this the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed,
 And, as he plucked his cursèd steel away,
190 Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
 As rushing out of doors to be resolved
 If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;
 For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel.
 Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
195 This was the most unkindest cut of all.
 For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
 Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,
 Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart,
 And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
200 Even at the base of Pompey’s statue
 (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
 O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
 Then I and you and all of us fell down,
 Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.
205 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
 Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,
Antony lifts Caesar’s cloak.
 Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.
FIRST PLEBEIAN 210O piteous spectacle!
THIRD PLEBEIAN O woeful day!

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FOURTH PLEBEIAN O traitors, villains!
FIRST PLEBEIAN O most bloody sight!
SECOND PLEBEIAN 215We will be revenged.
PLEBEIANS Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill!
 Slay! Let not a traitor live!
ANTONY Stay, countrymen.
FIRST PLEBEIAN Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.
SECOND PLEBEIAN 220We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him,
 we’ll die with him.
 Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
 To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
 They that have done this deed are honorable.
225 What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
 That made them do it. They are wise and honorable
 And will no doubt with reasons answer you.
 I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.
 I am no orator, as Brutus is,
230 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.
 For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
 Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech
235 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
 And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
240 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.
 We’ll mutiny.
FIRST PLEBEIAN 245 We’ll burn the house of Brutus.

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 Away then. Come, seek the conspirators.
 Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
 Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony!
 Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
250 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.
 Most true. The will! Let’s stay and hear the will.
 Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal:
255 To every Roman citizen he gives,
 To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
 Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death.
THIRD PLEBEIAN O royal Caesar!
ANTONY Hear me with patience.
PLEBEIANS 260Peace, ho!
 Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
 His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,
 On this side Tiber. He hath left them you,
 And to your heirs forever—common pleasures
265 To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
 Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
 Never, never!—Come, away, away!
 We’ll burn his body in the holy place
 And with the brands fire the traitors’ houses.
270 Take up the body.
SECOND PLEBEIAN Go fetch fire.
THIRD PLEBEIAN Pluck down benches.

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FOURTH PLEBEIAN Pluck down forms, windows,
Plebeians exit with Caesar’s body.
275 Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot;
 Take thou what course thou wilt.

Enter Servant.

 How now, fellow?
 Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
ANTONY Where is he?
280 He and Lepidus are at Caesar’s house.
 And thither will I straight to visit him.
 He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry
 And in this mood will give us anything.
 I heard him say Brutus and Cassius
285 Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
 Belike they had some notice of the people
 How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
They exit.

Scene 3
Enter Cinna the poet and after him the Plebeians.

 I dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,
 And things unluckily charge my fantasy.
 I have no will to wander forth of doors,
 Yet something leads me forth.
FIRST PLEBEIAN 5What is your name?

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SECOND PLEBEIAN Whither are you going?
THIRD PLEBEIAN Where do you dwell?
FOURTH PLEBEIAN Are you a married man or a
SECOND PLEBEIAN 10Answer every man directly.
FIRST PLEBEIAN Ay, and briefly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN Ay, and wisely.
THIRD PLEBEIAN Ay, and truly, you were best.
CINNA What is my name? Whither am I going? Where
15 do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor?
 Then to answer every man directly and briefly,
 wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
SECOND PLEBEIAN That’s as much as to say they are
 fools that marry. You’ll bear me a bang for that, I
20 fear. Proceed directly.
CINNA Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.
FIRST PLEBEIAN As a friend or an enemy?
CINNA As a friend.
SECOND PLEBEIAN That matter is answered directly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN 25For your dwelling—briefly.
CINNA Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
THIRD PLEBEIAN Your name, sir, truly.
CINNA Truly, my name is Cinna.
FIRST PLEBEIAN Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.
CINNA 30I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet!
FOURTH PLEBEIAN Tear him for his bad verses, tear him
 for his bad verses!
CINNA I am not Cinna the conspirator.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN It is no matter. His name’s Cinna.
35 Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him
THIRD PLEBEIAN Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho,
 firebrands! To Brutus’, to Cassius’, burn all! Some
 to Decius’ house, and some to Casca’s, some to
40 Ligarius’. Away, go!
All the Plebeians exit, carrying off Cinna.

Scene 1
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

 These many, then, shall die; their names are
 Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?
 I do consent.
OCTAVIUS 5 Prick him down, Antony.
 Upon condition Publius shall not live,
 Who is your sister’s son, Mark Antony.
 He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
 But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar’s house;
10 Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
 How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUS What, shall I find you here?
OCTAVIUS Or here, or at the Capitol.Lepidus exits.
 This is a slight, unmeritable man,
15 Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,
 The threefold world divided, he should stand
 One of the three to share it?

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OCTAVIUS  So you thought him
 And took his voice who should be pricked to die
20 In our black sentence and proscription.
 Octavius, I have seen more days than you,
 And, though we lay these honors on this man
 To ease ourselves of diverse sland’rous loads,
 He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
25 To groan and sweat under the business,
 Either led or driven, as we point the way;
 And having brought our treasure where we will,
 Then take we down his load and turn him off
 (Like to the empty ass) to shake his ears
30 And graze in commons.
OCTAVIUS  You may do your will,
 But he’s a tried and valiant soldier.
 So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
 I do appoint him store of provender.
35 It is a creature that I teach to fight,
 To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
 His corporal motion governed by my spirit;
 And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so.
 He must be taught and trained and bid go forth—
40 A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
 On objects, arts, and imitations
 Which, out of use and staled by other men,
 Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him
 But as a property. And now, Octavius,
45 Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius
 Are levying powers. We must straight make head.
 Therefore let our alliance be combined,
 Our best friends made, our means stretched;
 And let us presently go sit in council
50 How covert matters may be best disclosed
 And open perils surest answerèd.

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 Let us do so, for we are at the stake
 And bayed about with many enemies,
 And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
55 Millions of mischiefs.
They exit.

Scene 2

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and the Army.
Titinius and Pindarus meet them.

BRUTUS Stand ho!
LUCILIUS Give the word, ho, and stand!
 What now, Lucilius, is Cassius near?
 He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
5 To do you salutation from his master.
 He greets me well.—Your master, Pindarus,
 In his own change or by ill officers,
 Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
 Things done undone, but if he be at hand
10 I shall be satisfied.
PINDARUS  I do not doubt
 But that my noble master will appear
 Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
 He is not doubted.Brutus and Lucilius walk aside.
15 A word, Lucilius,
 How he received you. Let me be resolved.
 With courtesy and with respect enough,
 But not with such familiar instances
 Nor with such free and friendly conference
20 As he hath used of old.

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BRUTUS  Thou hast described
 A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
 When love begins to sicken and decay
 It useth an enforcèd ceremony.
25 There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
 But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
 Make gallant show and promise of their mettle,
Low march within.
 But when they should endure the bloody spur,
 They fall their crests and, like deceitful jades,
30 Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
 They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered.
 The greater part, the horse in general,
 Are come with Cassius.

Enter Cassius and his powers.

BRUTUS  Hark, he is arrived.
35 March gently on to meet him.
CASSIUS Stand ho!
BRUTUS Stand ho! Speak the word along.
 Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
 Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?
 And if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
 Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
45 And when you do them—
BRUTUS  Cassius, be content.
 Speak your griefs softly. I do know you well.
 Before the eyes of both our armies here
 (Which should perceive nothing but love from us),

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50 Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away.
 Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
 And I will give you audience.
CASSIUS  Pindarus,
 Bid our commanders lead their charges off
55 A little from this ground.
 Lucius, do you the like, and let no man
 Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
 Let Lucilius and Titinius guard our door.
All but Brutus and Cassius exit.

Scene 3
 That you have wronged me doth appear in this:
 You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
 For taking bribes here of the Sardians,
 Wherein my letters, praying on his side
5 Because I knew the man, was slighted off.
 You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
 In such a time as this it is not meet
 That every nice offense should bear his comment.
 Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
10 Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
 To sell and mart your offices for gold
 To undeservers.
CASSIUS  I an itching palm?
 You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
15 Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
 The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
 And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

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CASSIUS Chastisement?
 Remember March; the ides of March remember.
20 Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?
 What villain touched his body that did stab
 And not for justice? What, shall one of us
 That struck the foremost man of all this world
 But for supporting robbers, shall we now
25 Contaminate our fingers with base bribes
 And sell the mighty space of our large honors
 For so much trash as may be graspèd thus?
 I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
 Than such a Roman.
CASSIUS 30 Brutus, bait not me.
 I’ll not endure it. You forget yourself
 To hedge me in. I am a soldier, I,
 Older in practice, abler than yourself
 To make conditions.
BRUTUS 35 Go to! You are not, Cassius.
BRUTUS I say you are not.
 Urge me no more. I shall forget myself.
 Have mind upon your health. Tempt me no farther.
BRUTUS 40Away, slight man!
 Is ’t possible?
BRUTUS  Hear me, for I will speak.
 Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
 Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
45 O you gods, you gods, must I endure all this?
 All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break.
 Go show your slaves how choleric you are
 And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?

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 Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
50 Under your testy humor? By the gods,
 You shall digest the venom of your spleen
 Though it do split you. For, from this day forth,
 I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
 When you are waspish.
CASSIUS 55 Is it come to this?
 You say you are a better soldier.
 Let it appear so, make your vaunting true,
 And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
 I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
60 You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus.
 I said an elder soldier, not a better.
 Did I say “better”?
BRUTUS  If you did, I care not.
 When Caesar lived he durst not thus have moved
65 me.
 Peace, peace! You durst not so have tempted him.
CASSIUS I durst not?
 What? Durst not tempt him?
BRUTUS 70 For your life you durst
 Do not presume too much upon my love.
 I may do that I shall be sorry for.
 You have done that you should be sorry for.
75 There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
 For I am armed so strong in honesty
 That they pass by me as the idle wind,

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 Which I respect not. I did send to you
 For certain sums of gold, which you denied me,
80 For I can raise no money by vile means.
 By heaven, I had rather coin my heart
 And drop my blood for drachmas than to wring
 From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
 By any indirection. I did send
85 To you for gold to pay my legions,
 Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
 Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
 When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
 To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
90 Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
 Dash him to pieces!
CASSIUS  I denied you not.
BRUTUS You did.
 I did not. He was but a fool that brought
95 My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart.
 A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,
 But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
 I do not, till you practice them on me.
 You love me not.
BRUTUS 100 I do not like your faults.
 A friendly eye could never see such faults.
 A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear
 As huge as high Olympus.
 Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come!
105 Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
 For Cassius is aweary of the world—
 Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,

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 Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,
 Set in a notebook, learned and conned by rote
110 To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
 My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
Offering his dagger to Brutus.
 And here my naked breast; within, a heart
 Dearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.
 If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth.
115 I that denied thee gold will give my heart.
 Strike as thou didst at Caesar, for I know
 When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him
 Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
BRUTUS 120 Sheathe your
 Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.
 Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
 O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lamb
125 That carries anger as the flint bears fire,
 Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty spark
 And straight is cold again.
CASSIUS  Hath Cassius lived
 To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus
130 When grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?
 When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
 Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
 And my heart too.They clasp hands.
CASSIUS  O Brutus!
BRUTUS 135 What’s the matter?
 Have not you love enough to bear with me
 When that rash humor which my mother gave me
 Makes me forgetful?

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BRUTUS  Yes, Cassius, and from
140 henceforth
 When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
 He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

Enter a Poet followed by Lucilius, Titinius, and Lucius.

 Let me go in to see the Generals.
 There is some grudge between ’em; ’tis not meet
145 They be alone.
LUCILIUS  You shall not come to them.
POET Nothing but death shall stay me.
CASSIUS How now, what’s the matter?
 For shame, you generals, what do you mean?
150 Love and be friends as two such men should be,
 For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.
 Ha, ha, how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
 Get you hence, sirrah! Saucy fellow, hence!
 Bear with him, Brutus. ’Tis his fashion.
155 I’ll know his humor when he knows his time.
 What should the wars do with these jigging fools?—
 Companion, hence!
CASSIUS  Away, away, be gone!Poet exits.
 Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
160 Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
 And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
 Immediately to us.Lucilius and Titinius exit.
BRUTUS Lucius, a bowl of wine.Lucius exits.

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 I did not think you could have been so angry.
165 O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
 Of your philosophy you make no use
 If you give place to accidental evils.
 No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUS Ha? Portia?
BRUTUS 170She is dead.
 How ’scaped I killing when I crossed you so?
 O insupportable and touching loss!
 Upon what sickness?
BRUTUS  Impatient of my absence,
175 And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
 Have made themselves so strong—for with her
 That tidings came—with this she fell distract
 And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
CASSIUS 180And died so?
BRUTUS Even so.
CASSIUS O you immortal gods!

Enter Lucius with wine and tapers.

 Speak no more of her.—Give me a bowl of wine.—
 In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.He drinks.
185 My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.—
 Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup;
 I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.He drinks.
Lucius exits.

Enter Titinius and Messala.

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 Come in, Titinius. Welcome, good Messala.
 Now sit we close about this taper here,
190 And call in question our necessities.They sit.
 Portia, art thou gone?
BRUTUS  No more, I pray you.—
 Messala, I have here receivèd letters
 That young Octavius and Mark Antony
195 Come down upon us with a mighty power,
 Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
 Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.
BRUTUS With what addition?
 That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
200 Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
 Have put to death an hundred senators.
 Therein our letters do not well agree.
 Mine speak of seventy senators that died
 By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
205 Cicero one?
MESSALA  Cicero is dead,
 And by that order of proscription.
 Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
BRUTUS No, Messala.
210 Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
BRUTUS  Nothing, Messala.
MESSALA  That methinks is strange.
 Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?
MESSALA No, my lord.

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215 Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
 Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell,
 For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
 Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.
 With meditating that she must die once,
220 I have the patience to endure it now.
 Even so great men great losses should endure.
 I have as much of this in art as you,
 But yet my nature could not bear it so.
 Well, to our work alive. What do you think
225 Of marching to Philippi presently?
CASSIUS I do not think it good.
BRUTUS Your reason?
CASSIUS This it is:
 ’Tis better that the enemy seek us;
230 So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
 Doing himself offense, whilst we, lying still,
 Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
 Good reasons must of force give place to better.
 The people ’twixt Philippi and this ground
235 Do stand but in a forced affection,
 For they have grudged us contribution.
 The enemy, marching along by them,
 By them shall make a fuller number up,
 Come on refreshed, new-added, and encouraged,
240 From which advantage shall we cut him off
 If at Philippi we do face him there,
 These people at our back.
CASSIUS  Hear me, good brother—

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 Under your pardon. You must note besides
245 That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
 Our legions are brim full, our cause is ripe.
 The enemy increaseth every day;
 We, at the height, are ready to decline.
 There is a tide in the affairs of men
250 Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
 Omitted, all the voyage of their life
 Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
 On such a full sea are we now afloat,
 And we must take the current when it serves
255 Or lose our ventures.
CASSIUS  Then, with your will, go on;
 We’ll along ourselves and meet them at Philippi.
 The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
 And nature must obey necessity,
260 Which we will niggard with a little rest.
 There is no more to say.
CASSIUS  No more. Good night.
They stand.
 Early tomorrow will we rise and hence.

Enter Lucius.

265 My gown.Lucius exits.
 Farewell, good Messala.—
 Good night, Titinius.—Noble, noble Cassius,
 Good night and good repose.
CASSIUS  O my dear brother,
270 This was an ill beginning of the night.
 Never come such division ’tween our souls!
 Let it not, Brutus.

Enter Lucius with the gown.

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BRUTUS  Everything is well.
CASSIUS Good night, my lord.
BRUTUS 275Good night, good brother.
 Good night, Lord Brutus.
BRUTUS  Farewell, everyone.
All but Brutus and Lucius exit.
 Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
 Here in the tent.
BRUTUS 280 What, thou speak’st drowsily?
 Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o’erwatched.
 Call Claudius and some other of my men;
 I’ll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
LUCIUS Varro and Claudius.

Enter Varro and Claudius.

VARRO 285Calls my lord?
 I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep.
 It may be I shall raise you by and by
 On business to my brother Cassius.
 So please you, we will stand and watch your
290 pleasure.
 I will not have it so. Lie down, good sirs.
 It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
They lie down.
 Look, Lucius, here’s the book I sought for so.
 I put it in the pocket of my gown.
295 I was sure your Lordship did not give it me.
 Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.

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 Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile
 And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
 Ay, my lord, an ’t please you.
BRUTUS 300 It does, my boy.
 I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
LUCIUS It is my duty, sir.
 I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
 I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
LUCIUS 305I have slept, my lord, already.
 It was well done, and thou shalt sleep again.
 I will not hold thee long. If I do live,
 I will be good to thee.
Music and a song. Lucius then falls asleep.
 This is a sleepy tune. O murd’rous slumber,
310 Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
 That plays thee music?—Gentle knave, good night.
 I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee.
 If thou dost nod, thou break’st thy instrument.
 I’ll take it from thee and, good boy, good night.
He moves the instrument.
315 Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turned down
 Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
 How ill this taper burns.

Enter the Ghost of Caesar.

 Ha, who comes here?—
 I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
320 That shapes this monstrous apparition.
 It comes upon me.—Art thou any thing?
 Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
 That mak’st my blood cold and my hair to stare?
 Speak to me what thou art.

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325 Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
BRUTUS  Why com’st thou?
 To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
BRUTUS Well, then I shall see thee again?
GHOST Ay, at Philippi.
330 Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.Ghost exits.
 Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest.
 Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.—
 Boy, Lucius!—Varro, Claudius, sirs, awake!
LUCIUS 335 The strings, my lord, are false.
 He thinks he still is at his instrument.
 Lucius, awake!
LUCIUS My lord?
 Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
340 My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
 Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything?
LUCIUS Nothing, my lord.
 Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah Claudius!
 To Varro. Fellow thou, awake!They rise up.
VARRO 345My lord?
 Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
 Did we, my lord?
BRUTUS  Ay. Saw you anything?
VARRO 350No, my lord, I saw nothing.

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CLAUDIUS Nor I, my lord.
 Go and commend me to my brother Cassius.
 Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
 And we will follow.
BOTH 355 It shall be done, my lord.
They exit.

Scene 1
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.

 Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
 You said the enemy would not come down
 But keep the hills and upper regions.
 It proves not so; their battles are at hand.
5 They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
 Answering before we do demand of them.
 Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
 Wherefore they do it. They could be content
 To visit other places, and come down
10 With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
 To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage.
 But ’tis not so.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER  Prepare you, generals.
 The enemy comes on in gallant show.
15 Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
 And something to be done immediately.
 Octavius, lead your battle softly on
 Upon the left hand of the even field.

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 Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.
20 Why do you cross me in this exigent?
 I do not cross you, but I will do so.March.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, and their army including
Lucilius, Titinius, and Messala.

BRUTUS They stand and would have parley.
 Stand fast, Titinius. We must out and talk.
 Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
25 No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
 Make forth. The Generals would have some words.
OCTAVIUS, to his Officers Stir not until the signal.
The Generals step forward.
 Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?
 Not that we love words better, as you do.
30 Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
 In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
 Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,
 Crying “Long live, hail, Caesar!”
CASSIUS  Antony,
35 The posture of your blows are yet unknown,
 But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees
 And leave them honeyless.
ANTONY Not stingless too.
BRUTUS O yes, and soundless too,

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40 For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,
 And very wisely threat before you sting.
 Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
 Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
 You showed your teeth like apes and fawned like
45 hounds
 And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet,
 Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
 Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
 Flatterers?—Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
50 This tongue had not offended so today
 If Cassius might have ruled.
 Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
 The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
 Look, I draw a sword against conspirators;
He draws.
55 When think you that the sword goes up again?
 Never, till Caesar’s three and thirty wounds
 Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
 Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
 Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands
60 Unless thou bring’st them with thee.
OCTAVIUS  So I hope.
 I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.
 O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
 Young man, thou couldst not die more honorable.
65 A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honor,
 Joined with a masker and a reveler!
 Old Cassius still.
OCTAVIUS  Come, Antony, away!—

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 Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
70 If you dare fight today, come to the field;
 If not, when you have stomachs.
Octavius, Antony, and their army exit.
 Why now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark!
 The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
 Ho, Lucilius, hark, a word with you.
Lucilius and Messala stand forth.
LUCILIUS 75My lord?
Brutus and Lucilius step aside together.
MESSALA  What says my general?
CASSIUS  Messala,
 This is my birthday, as this very day
80 Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala.
 Be thou my witness that against my will
 (As Pompey was) am I compelled to set
 Upon one battle all our liberties.
 You know that I held Epicurus strong
85 And his opinion. Now I change my mind
 And partly credit things that do presage.
 Coming from Sardis, on our former ensign
 Two mighty eagles fell, and there they perched,
 Gorging and feeding from our soldiers’ hands,
90 Who to Philippi here consorted us.
 This morning are they fled away and gone,
 And in their steads do ravens, crows, and kites
 Fly o’er our heads and downward look on us
 As we were sickly prey. Their shadows seem
95 A canopy most fatal, under which
 Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost.
 Believe not so.

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CASSIUS  I but believe it partly,
 For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
100 To meet all perils very constantly.
 Even so, Lucilius.Brutus returns to Cassius.
CASSIUS  Now, most noble Brutus,
 The gods today stand friendly that we may,
 Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age.
105 But since the affairs of men rests still incertain,
 Let’s reason with the worst that may befall.
 If we do lose this battle, then is this
 The very last time we shall speak together.
 What are you then determinèd to do?
110 Even by the rule of that philosophy
 By which I did blame Cato for the death
 Which he did give himself (I know not how,
 But I do find it cowardly and vile,
 For fear of what might fall, so to prevent
115 The time of life), arming myself with patience
 To stay the providence of some high powers
 That govern us below.
CASSIUS Then, if we lose this battle,
 You are contented to be led in triumph
120 Thorough the streets of Rome?
 No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman,
 That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.
 He bears too great a mind. But this same day
 Must end that work the ides of March begun.
125 And whether we shall meet again, I know not.
 Therefore our everlasting farewell take.
 Forever and forever farewell, Cassius.
 If we do meet again, why we shall smile;
 If not, why then this parting was well made.

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130 Forever and forever farewell, Brutus.
 If we do meet again, we’ll smile indeed;
 If not, ’tis true this parting was well made.
 Why then, lead on.—O, that a man might know
 The end of this day’s business ere it come!
135 But it sufficeth that the day will end,
 And then the end is known.—Come ho, away!
They exit.

Scene 2
Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.

 Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
 Unto the legions on the other side!
He hands Messala papers.
Loud alarum.
 Let them set on at once, for I perceive
 But cold demeanor in Octavius’ wing,
5 And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
 Ride, ride, Messala! Let them all come down.
They exit.

Scene 3
Alarums. Enter Cassius carrying a standard and

 O, look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
 Myself have to mine own turned enemy.
 This ensign here of mine was turning back;
 I slew the coward and did take it from him.

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5 O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early,
 Who, having some advantage on Octavius,
 Took it too eagerly. His soldiers fell to spoil,
 Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed.

Enter Pindarus.

 Fly further off, my lord, fly further off!
10 Mark Antony is in your tents, my lord.
 Fly therefore, noble Cassius, fly far off.
 This hill is far enough.—Look, look, Titinius,
 Are those my tents where I perceive the fire?
 They are, my lord.
CASSIUS 15 Titinius, if thou lovest me,
 Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him
 Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
 And here again, that I may rest assured
 Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
20 I will be here again even with a thought.He exits.
 Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill.
 My sight was ever thick. Regard Titinius
 And tell me what thou not’st about the field.
Pindarus goes up.
 This day I breathèd first. Time is come round,
25 And where I did begin, there shall I end;
 My life is run his compass.—Sirrah, what news?
PINDARUS, above. O my lord!
CASSIUS What news?
 Titinius is enclosèd round about

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30 With horsemen that make to him on the spur,
 Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him.
 Now Titinius! Now some light. O, he lights too.
 He’s ta’en.Shout.
 And hark, they shout for joy.
CASSIUS 35Come down, behold no more.—
 O, coward that I am to live so long
 To see my best friend ta’en before my face!
Pindarus comes down.
 Come hither, sirrah.
 In Parthia did I take thee prisoner,
40 And then I swore thee, saving of thy life,
 That whatsoever I did bid thee do
 Thou shouldst attempt it. Come now, keep thine
 Now be a freeman, and with this good sword,
45 That ran through Caesar’s bowels, search this
 Stand not to answer. Here, take thou the hilts,
 And, when my face is covered, as ’tis now,
 Guide thou the sword.Pindarus stabs him.
50 Caesar, thou art revenged
 Even with the sword that killed thee.He dies.
 So I am free, yet would not so have been,
 Durst I have done my will.—O Cassius!—
 Far from this country Pindarus shall run,
55 Where never Roman shall take note of him.
He exits.

Enter Titinius and Messala.

 It is but change, Titinius, for Octavius
 Is overthrown by noble Brutus’ power,
 As Cassius’ legions are by Antony.

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 These tidings will well comfort Cassius.
60 Where did you leave him?
TITINIUS  All disconsolate,
 With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.
 Is not that he that lies upon the ground?
 He lies not like the living. O my heart!
65 Is not that he?
TITINIUS  No, this was he, Messala,
 But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
 As in thy red rays thou dost sink to night,
 So in his red blood Cassius’ day is set.
70 The sun of Rome is set. Our day is gone;
 Clouds, dews, and dangers come. Our deeds are
 Mistrust of my success hath done this deed.
 Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
75 O hateful error, melancholy’s child,
 Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
 The things that are not? O error, soon conceived,
 Thou never com’st unto a happy birth
 But kill’st the mother that engendered thee!
80 What, Pindarus! Where art thou, Pindarus?
 Seek him, Titinius, whilst I go to meet
 The noble Brutus, thrusting this report
 Into his ears. I may say “thrusting it,”
 For piercing steel and darts envenomèd
85 Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus
 As tidings of this sight.

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TITINIUS  Hie you, Messala,
 And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
Messala exits.
 Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
90 Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
 Put on my brows this wreath of victory
 And bid me give it thee? Didst thou not hear their
 Alas, thou hast misconstrued everything.
95 But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
Laying the garland on Cassius’ brow.
 Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and I
 Will do his bidding.—Brutus, come apace,
 And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.—
 By your leave, gods, this is a Roman’s part.
100 Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart!
He dies on Cassius’ sword.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius, Labeo, and Flavius.

 Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
 Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
 Titinius’ face is upward.
CATO  He is slain.
105 O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet;
 Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
 In our own proper entrails.Low alarums.
CATO  Brave Titinius!—
 Look whe’er he have not crowned dead Cassius.
110 Are yet two Romans living such as these?—
 The last of all the Romans, fare thee well.

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 It is impossible that ever Rome
 Should breed thy fellow.—Friends, I owe more
115 To this dead man than you shall see me pay.—
 I shall find time, Cassius; I shall find time.—
 Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body.
 His funerals shall not be in our camp,
 Lest it discomfort us.—Lucilius, come.—
120 And come, young Cato. Let us to the field.—
 Labeo and Flavius, set our battles on.
 ’Tis three o’clock, and, Romans, yet ere night
 We shall try fortune in a second fight.
They exit.

Scene 4
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucilius, and

 Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
Brutus, Messala, and Flavius exit.
 What bastard doth not? Who will go with me?
 I will proclaim my name about the field.
 I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!
5 A foe to tyrants and my country’s friend.
 I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

Enter Soldiers and fight.

 And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I!
 Brutus, my country’s friend! Know me for Brutus.
Cato is killed.
 O young and noble Cato, art thou down?

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10 Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius
 And mayst be honored, being Cato’s son.
FIRST SOLDIER, seizing Lucilius 
 Yield, or thou diest.
LUCILIUS  Only I yield to die.
 There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight.
Offering money.
15 Kill Brutus and be honored in his death.
 We must not. A noble prisoner!

Enter Antony.

 Room, ho! Tell Antony Brutus is ta’en.
 I’ll tell the news. Here comes the General.—
 Brutus is ta’en, Brutus is ta’en, my lord.
ANTONY 20Where is he?
 Safe, Antony, Brutus is safe enough.
 I dare assure thee that no enemy
 Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus.
 The gods defend him from so great a shame!
25 When you do find him, or alive or dead,
 He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
 This is not Brutus, friend, but I assure you,
 A prize no less in worth. Keep this man safe.
 Give him all kindness. I had rather have
30 Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
 And see whe’er Brutus be alive or dead,
 And bring us word unto Octavius’ tent
 How everything is chanced.
They exit in different directions.

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Scene 5
Enter Brutus, Dardanus, Clitus, Strato, and Volumnius.

 Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
He sits down.
 Statilius showed the torchlight, but, my lord,
 He came not back. He is or ta’en or slain.
 Sit thee down, Clitus. Slaying is the word;
5 It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
He whispers to Clitus.
 What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.
 Peace, then, no words.
CLITUS  I’ll rather kill myself.
 Hark thee, Dardanus.He whispers to Dardanus.
DARDANUS 10 Shall I do such a deed?
CLITUS O Dardanus!
Dardanus and Clitus step aside.
 What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
 To kill him, Clitus. Look, he meditates.
15 Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
 That it runs over even at his eyes.
 Come hither, good Volumnius. List a word.
 What says my lord?
BRUTUS  Why this, Volumnius:

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20 The ghost of Caesar hath appeared to me
 Two several times by night—at Sardis once
 And this last night here in Philippi fields.
 I know my hour is come.
VOLUMNIUS  Not so, my lord.
25 Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
 Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goes.
 Our enemies have beat us to the pit.Low alarums.
 It is more worthy to leap in ourselves
 Than tarry till they push us. Good Volumnius,
30 Thou know’st that we two went to school together;
 Even for that our love of old, I prithee,
 Hold thou my sword hilts whilst I run on it.
 That’s not an office for a friend, my lord.
Alarum continues.
 Fly, fly, my lord! There is no tarrying here.
35 Farewell to you—and you—and you, Volumnius.—
 Strato, thou hast been all this while asleep.
 Farewell to thee, too, Strato.—Countrymen,
 My heart doth joy that yet in all my life
 I found no man but he was true to me.
40 I shall have glory by this losing day
 More than Octavius and Mark Antony
 By this vile conquest shall attain unto.
 So fare you well at once, for Brutus’ tongue
 Hath almost ended his life’s history.
45 Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
 That have but labored to attain this hour.
Alarum. Cry within “Fly, fly, fly!”
 Fly, my lord, fly!
BRUTUS  Hence. I will follow.
All exit but Brutus and Strato.

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 I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord.
50 Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
 Thy life hath had some smatch of honor in it.
 Hold, then, my sword, and turn away thy face
 While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
 Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.
55 Farewell, good Strato.
Brutus runs on his sword.
 Caesar, now be still.
 I killed not thee with half so good a will.He dies.

Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala,
Lucilius, and the army.

OCTAVIUS What man is that?
 My master’s man.—Strato, where is thy master?
60 Free from the bondage you are in, Messala.
 The conquerors can but make a fire of him,
 For Brutus only overcame himself,
 And no man else hath honor by his death.
 So Brutus should be found.—I thank thee, Brutus,
65 That thou hast proved Lucilius’ saying true.
 All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.—
 Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?
 Ay, if Messala will prefer me to you.
 Do so, good Messala.
MESSALA 70 How died my master, Strato?
 I held the sword, and he did run on it.

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 Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
 That did the latest service to my master.
 This was the noblest Roman of them all.
75 All the conspirators save only he
 Did that they did in envy of great Caesar.
 He only in a general honest thought
 And common good to all made one of them.
 His life was gentle and the elements
80 So mixed in him that nature might stand up
 And say to all the world “This was a man.”
 According to his virtue, let us use him
 With all respect and rites of burial.
 Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
85 Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
 So call the field to rest, and let’s away
 To part the glories of this happy day.
They all exit.