The Tragedy of Iulius Caesar

THE TRAGEDIE OF IVLIVS CæSAR

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Flauius, Murellus, and certaine Commoners ouer the Stage.

Flauius. HEnce: home you idle Creatures, get you home: Is this a Holiday? What, know you not (Being…

Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter.

Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule? What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on? You…

Cobl. Truely Sir, in respect of a fine Workman, I am but as you would say, a Cobler.

Mur. But what Trade art thou? Answer me directly.

Cob. A Trade Sir, that I hope I may vse, with a safe Conscience, which is indeed Sir,…

Fla. What Trade thou knaue? Thou naughty knaue, what Trade?

Cobl. Nay I beseech you Sir, be not out with me: yet if you be out Sir, I…

Mur. What mean'st thou by that? Mend mee, thou sawcy Fellow?

Cob. Why sir, Cobble you.

Fla. Thou art a Cobler, art thou?

Cob. Truly sir, all that I liue by, is with the Aule: I meddle with no Tradesmans matters,…

Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day? Why do'st thou leade these men about the…

Cob. Truly sir, to weare out their shooes, to get my selfe into more worke. But indeede sir,…

Mur. Wherefore reioyce? What Conquest brings he home? What Tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in Captiue…

Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poore men of your sort; Draw…

Mur. May we do so? You know it is the Feast of Lupercall.

Fla. It is no matter, let no Images Be hung with Cæsars T□ophees: Ile about, And driue away…

Exeunt.

Enter Cæsar, Antony for the Course, Calphurnia, Portia, De­ cius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, a Soothsayer: af­ ter…

Cæs. Calphurnia.

Cask. Peace ho, Cæsar speakes.

Cæs. Calphurnia.

Calp. Heere my Lord.

Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonio's way, When he doth run his course. Antonio.

Ant. Cæsar, my Lord.

Cæs. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia: for our Elders say, The Barren touched in…

Ant. I shall remember, When Cæsar sayes, Do this; it is perform'd.

Cæs. Set on, and leaue no Ceremony out.

Sooth. Cæsar.

Cæs. Ha? Who calles?

Cask. Bid euery noyse be still: peace yet againe.

Cæs. Who is it in the presse, that calles on me? I heare a Tongue shriller then all…

Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.

Cæs. What man is that?

Br. A Sooth‑sayer bids you beware the Ides of March

Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face.

Cassi. Fellow, come from the throng, look vpon Cæsar.

Cæs. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once againe,

Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.

Cæs. He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him: Passe.

Sennet.

Exeunt. Manet Brut. & Cass.

Cassi. Will you go see the order of the course?

Brut. Not I.

Cassi. I pray you do.

Brut. I am not Gamesom: I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony:…

Cassi. Brutus, I do obserue you now of late: I haue not from your eyes, that gentlenesse And…

Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiu'd: If I haue veyl'd my looke, I turne the trouble of my Countenance…

Cassi. Then Brutus, I haue much mistook your passion, By meanes whereof, this Brest of mine hath buried…

Brutus. No Cassius: For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection, By some other things.

Cassius. 'Tis iust, And it is very much lamented Brutus, That you haue no such Mirrors, as will…

Bru. Into what dangers, would you Leade me Cassius? That you would haue me seeke into my selfe,…

Cas. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare: And since you know, you cannot see your selfe So…

Flourish, and Shout.

Bru. What meanes this Showting? I do feare, the People choose Cæsar For their King.

Cassi. I, do you feare it? Then must I thinke you would not haue it so.

Bru. I would not Cassius, yet I loue him well: But wherefore do you hold me heere so…

Cassi. I know that vertue to be in you Brutus, As well as I do know your outward…

Shout.

Flou□ish.

Bru. Another generall shout? I do beleeue, that these applauses are For some new Honors, that are heap'd…

Cassi. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walke vnder…

Bru. That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous: What you would worke me too, I haue…

Cassi. I am glad that my weake words Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from Brutus

Enter Cæsar and his Traine.

Bru. The Games are done, And Cæsar is returning.

Cassi. As they passe by, Plucke Caska by the Sleeue, And he will (after his sowre fashion) tell…

Bru. I will do so: but looke you Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsars brow, And…

Cassi. Caska will tell vs what the matter is.

Cæs. Antonio.

Ant. Cæsar.

Cæs. Let me haue men about me, that are fat, Sleeke‑headed men, and such as sleepe a‑nights: Yond…

Ant. Feare him not Cæsar, he's not dangerous, He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen.

Cæs. Would he were fatter; But I feare him not: Yet if my name were lyable to feare,…

Sennit.

Exeunt Cæsar and his Traine.

Cask. You pul'd me by the cloake, would you speake with me?

Bru. I Caska, tell vs what hath chanc'd to day That Cæsar lookes so sad.

Cask. Why you were with him, were you not?

Bru. I should not then aske Caska what had chanc'd.

Cask. Why there was a Crowne offer'd him; & being offer'd him, he put it by with the…

Bru. What was the second noyse for?

Cask. Why for that too.

Cassi. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?

Cask. Why for that too.

Bru. Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice?

Cask. I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie time gentler then other; and at euery…

Cassi. Who offer'd him the Crowne?

Cask. Why Antony.

Bru. Tell vs the manner of it, gentle Caska.

Caska. I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of it: It was meere Foolerie, I…

Cassi. But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?

Cask. He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechlesse.

Brut. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.

Cassi. No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I, And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse.

Cask. I know not what you meane by that, but I am sure Cæsar fell downe. If the…

Brut. What said he, when he came vnto himselfe?

Cask. Marry, before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne,…

Brut. And after that, he came thus sad away.

Cask. I.

Cassi. Did Cicero say any thing?

Cask. I, he spoke Greeke.

Cassi. To what effect?

Cask. Nay, and I tell you that, Ile ne're looke you i'th'face againe. But those that vnderstood him,…

Cassi. Will you suppe with me to Night, Caska?

Cask. No, I am promis'd forth.

Cassi. Will you Dine with me to morrow?

Cask. I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your Dinner worth the eating.

Cassi. Good, I will expect you.

Cask. Doe so: farewell both.

Exit.

Brut. What a blunt fellow is this growne to be? He was quick Mettle, when he went to…

Cassi. So is he now, in execution Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize, How‑euer he puts on this…

Brut. And so it is: For this time I will leaue you: To morrow, if you please to…

Cassi. I will doe so: till then, thinke of the World. Exit Brutus. Well Brutus, thou art Noble:…

Exit.

Thunder, and Lightning. Enter Caska, and Cicero.

Cic. Good euen, Caska: brought you Cæsar home? Why are you breathlesse, and why stare you so?

Cask. Are not you mou'd, when all the sway of Earth Shakes, like a thing vnfirme? O Cicero,…

Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull?

Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight, Held vp his left Hand, which did flame…

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Cleane from…

Cask. He doth: for he did bid Antonio Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.

Cic. Good‑night then, Caska: This disturbed Skie is not to walke in.

Cask. Farewell Cicero.

Exit Cicero.

Enter Cassius.

Cassi. Who's there?

Cask. A Romane.

Cassi. Caska, by your Voyce.

Cask. Your Eare is good. Cassius, what Night is this?

Cassi. A very pleasing Night to honest men.

Cask. Who euer knew the Heauens menace so?

Cassi. Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of faults. For my part, I haue walk'd about…

Cask. But wherefore did you so much tempt the Hea­ (uens? It is the part of men, to…

Cassi. You are dull, Caska: And those sparkes of Life, that should be in a Roman, You doe…

Cask. 'Tis Cæsar that you meane: Is it not, Cassius?

Cassi. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Haue Thewes, and Limbes, like to their Ancestors;…

Cask. Indeed, they say, the Senators to morrow Meane to establish Cæsar as a King: And he shall…

Cassi. I know where I will weare this Dagger then; Cassius from Bondage will deliuer Cassius: Therein, yee…

Thunder still.

Cask. So can I: So euery Bond‑man in his owne hand beares The power to cancell his Captiuitie.

Cassi. And why should Cæsar be a Tyrant then? Poore man, I know he would not be a…

Cask. You speake to Caska, and to such a man, That is no flearing Tell‑tale. Hold, my Hand:…

Cassi. There's a Bargaine made. Now know you, Caska, I haue mou'd already Some certaine of the Noblest…

Enter Cinna.

Caska. Stand close a while, for heere comes one in haste.

Cassi. 'Tis Cinna, I doe know him by his Gate, He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you…

Cinna. To finde out you: Who's that, Metellus Cymber?

Cassi. No, it is Caska, one incorporate To our Attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?

Cinna. I am glad on't. What a fearefull Night is this? There's two or three of vs haue…

Cassi. Am I not stay'd for? tell me.

Cinna. Yes, you are. O Cassius, If you could but winne the Noble Brutus To our party⸺

Cassi. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this Paper, And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre,…

Cinna. All, but Metellus Cymber, and hee's gone To seeke you at your house. Well, I will hie,…

Cassi. That done, repayre to Pompeyes Theater. Exit Cinna. Come Caska, you and I will yet, ere day,…

Cask. O, he sits high in all the Peoples hearts: And that which would appeare Offence in vs,…

Cassi. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You haue right well conceited: let vs…

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus.

Enter Brutus in his Orchard.

Brut. What Lucius, hoe? I cannot, by the progresse of the Starres, Giue guesse how neere to day——Lucius,…

Enter Lucius.

Luc. Call'd you, my Lord?

Brut. Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc. I will, my Lord.

Exit.

Brut. It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personall cause, to spurne…

Enter Lucius.

Luc. The Taper burneth in your Closet, Sir: Searching the Window for a Flint, I found This Paper,…

Giues him the Letter.

Brut. Get you to Bed againe, it is not day: Is not to morrow (Boy) the first of…

Luc. I know not, Sir.

Brut. Looke in the Calender, and bring me word.

Luc. I will, Sir.

Exit.

Brut. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre, Giue so much light, that I may reade by them. Opens…

Enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fifteene dayes.

Knocke within.

Brut. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate, some body knocks: Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,…

Enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your Brother Cassius at the Doore, Who doth desire to see you.

Brut. Is he alone?

Luc. No, Sir, there are moe with him.

Brut. Doe you know them?

Luc. No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Eares, And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes,…

Brut. Let 'em enter: They are the Faction. O Conspiracie, Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by…

Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.

Cass. I thinke we are too bold vpon your Rest: Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you?

Brut. I haue beene vp this howre, awake all Night: Know I these men, that come along with…

Cass. Yes, euery man of them; and no man here But honors you: and euery one doth wish,…

Brut. He is welcome hither.

Cass. This, Decius Brutus.

Brut. He is welcome too.

Cass. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cymber.

Brut. They are all welcome. What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues Betwixt your Eyes, and Night?

Cass. Shall I entreat a word?

They whisper.

Decius. Here lyes the East: doth not the Day breake heere?

Cask. No.

Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines, That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day.

Cask. You shall confesse, that you are both deceiu'd: Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne arises,…

Bru. Giue me your hands all ouer, one by one.

Cas. And let vs sweare our Resolution.

Brut. No, not an Oa□□: if not the Face of men, The sufferance of our Soules, the times…

Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I thinke he will stand very strong with vs.

Cask. Let vs not leaue him out.

Cyn. No, by no meanes.

Metel. O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires Will purchase vs a good opinion: And buy…

Bru. O name him not; let vs not breake with him, For he will neuer follow any thing…

Cas. Then leaue him out.

Cask. Indeed, he is not fit.

Decius. Shall no man else be toucht, but onely Cæsar?

Cas. Decius well vrg'd: I thinke it is not meet, Marke Antony, so well belou'd of Cæsar, Should…

Bru. Our course will seeme too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the Head off, and then hacke the…

Cas. Yet I feare him, For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Cæsar.

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not thinke of him: If he loue Cæsar, all that he can do…

Treb. There is no feare in him; let him not dye, For he will liue, and laugh at…

Clocke strikes.

Bru. Peace, count the Clocke.

Cas. The Clocke hath stricken three.

Treb. 'Tis time to part.

Cass. But it is doubtfull yet, Whether Cæsar will come forth to day, or no: For he is…

Decius. Neuer feare that: If he be so resolu'd, I can ore‑sway him: For he loues to heare,…

Cass. Nay, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him.

Bru. By the eight houre, is that the vttermost?

Cin. Be that the vttermost, and faile not then.

Met. Caius Ligarius doth beare Cæsar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none…

Bru. Now good Metellus go along by him: He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reasons,…

Cas. The morning comes vpon's: Wee'l leaue you Brutus, And Friends disperse your selues; but all remember What…

Bru. Good Gentlemen, looke fresh and merrily, Let not our lookes put on our purposes, But beare it…

Enter Portia.

Por. Brutus, my Lord.

Bru. Portia: What meane you? wherfore rise you now? It is not for your health, thus to commit…

Por. Nor for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutus Stole from my bed: and yesternight at Supper You sodainly…

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.

Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, He would embrace the meanes to come by…

Bru. Why so I do: good Portia go to bed.

Por. Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours Of the…

Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia.

Por. I should not neede, if you were gentle Brutus. Within tho Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,…

Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife, As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes That…

Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret. I graunt I am a Woman; but…

Bru. O ye Gods! Render me worthy of this Noble Wife. Knocke. Harke, harke, one knockes: Portia go…

Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?

Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius To weare a Kerchiefe? Would you were…

Cai. I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.

Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius, Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it.

Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before, I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome, Braue…

Bru. A peece of worke, That will make sicke men whole.

Cai. But are not some whole, that we must make sicke?

Bru. That must we also. What it is my Caius, I shall vnfold to thee, as we are…

Cai. Set on your foote, And with a heart new‑fir'd, I follow you, To do I know not…

Thunder.

Bru. Follow me then.

Exeunt

Thunder & Lightning,

Enter Iulius Cæsar in his Night‑gowne.

Cæsar. Nor Heauen, nor Earth, Haue beene at peace to night: Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed…

Enter a Seruant.

Ser. My Lord.

Cæs. Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice, And bring me their opinions of Successe.

Ser. I will my Lord.

Exit

Enter Calphurnia.

Cal. What mean you Cæsar? Think you to walk forth? You shall not stirre out of your house…

Cæs. Cæsar shall forth; the things that threaten'd me, Ne're look'd but on my backe: When they shall…

Calp. Cæsar, I neuer stood on Ceremonies, Yet now they fright me: There is one within, Besides the…

Cæs. What can be auoyded Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods? Yet Cæsar shall go forth:…

Calp. When Beggers dye, there are no Comets seen, The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes

Caes. Cowards dye many times before their deaths, The valiant neuer taste of death but once: Of all…

Ser. They would not haue you to stirre forth to day. Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth,…

Cæs. The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice: Cæsar should be a Beast without a heart If…

Calp. Alas my Lord, Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence: Do not go forth to day: Call it…

Cæs. Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And for thy humor, I will stay at home.…

Deci. Cæsar, all haile: Good morrow worthy Cæsar, I come to fetch you to the Senate house.

Cæs. And you are come in very happy time, To beare my greeting to the Senators, And tell…

Calp. Say he is sicke.

Cæs. Shall Cæsar send a Lye? Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre, To be afear'd…

Deci. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laught at when I tell them…

Cæs. The cause is in my Will, I will not come, That is enough to satisfie the Senate.…

Deci. This Dreame is all amisse interpreted, It was a vision, faire and fortunate: Your Statue spouting blood…

Cæs. And this way haue you well expounded it.

Deci. I haue, when you haue heard what I can say: And know it now, the Senate haue…

Cæs How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia? I am ashamed I did yeeld to them. Giue…

Pub. Good morrow Cæsar.

Cæs. Welcome Publius. What Brutus, are you stirr'd so earely too? Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius, Cæsar was…

Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.

Cæs. I thanke you for your paines and curtesie. Enter Antony. See, Antony that Reuels long a‑nights Is…

Ant. So to most Noble Cæsar

Cæs. Bid them prepare within: I am too blame to be thus waited for. Now Cynna, now Metellus:…

Treb. Cæsar I will: and so neere will I be, That your best Friends shall wish I had…

Cæs. Good Friends go in, and taste some wine with me. And we (like Friends) will straight way…

Bru. That euery like is not the same, O Cæsar, The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon.

Exeunt

Enter Artemidorus.

Cæsar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Cassius; come not neere Caska, haue an eye to Cynna, trust…

Exit.

Enter Portia and Lucius.

Por. I prythee Boy, run to the Senate‑house, Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why…

Luc. To know my errand Madam.

Por. I would haue had thee there and heere agen Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st…

Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else? And so returne to you,…

Por. Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take…

Luc. I heare none Madam

Por. Prythee listen well: I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray, And the winde brings it from…

Luc. Sooth Madam, I heare nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

Por. Come hither Fellow, which way hast thou bin?

Sooth. At mine owne house, good Lady.

Por. What is't a clocke?

Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitoll?

Sooth. Madam not yet, I go to take my stand, To see him passe on to the Capitoll.

Por. Thou hast some suite to Cæsar, hast thou not?

Sooth. That I haue Lady, if it will please Cæsar To be so good □□ Cæsar, as to…

Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended to­ wards □□□□

Sooth. None that I know will be, Much that I feare may chance: Good morrow to you: heere…

Exit

Por. I m□□t; go □□: Aye me! How weake a thing The heart of woman is? O B□□□□□…

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius.

Flourish.

Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Metellus, Tre­ bonius, Cynna, Antony, Lepidus, Artimedorus, Pub­ lius, and the Soothsayer.

Cæs. The Ides of March are come.

Sooth. I Cæsar, but not gone.

Art. Haile Cæsar: Read this scedule.

Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore‑read (At your best leysure) this his humble suite.

Art. O Cæsar, reade mine first: for mine's a suite That touches Cæsar neerer. Read it great Cæsar.

Cæs. What touches vs our selfe, shall be last seru'd.

Art. Delay not Cæsar, read it instantly.

Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirra, giue place.

Cassi. What, vrge you your Petitions in the street? Come to the Capitoll.

Popil. I wish your enterprize to day may thriue.

Cassi. What enterprize Popillius?

Popil. Fare you well.

Bru. What said Popillius Lena?

Cassi. He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue: I feare our purpose is discouered.

Bru. Looke how he makes to Cæsar: marke him.

Cassi. Caska be sodaine, for we feare preuention. Brutus what shall be done? If this be knowne, Cassius…

Bru. Cassius be constant: Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes, For looke he smiles, and Cæsar doth…

Cassi. Trebonius knowes his time: for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way.

Deci. Where is Metellus Cimber, let him go, And presently preferre his suite to Cæsar.

Bru. He is addrest: presse neere, and second him.

Cin. Caska, you are the first that reares your hand.

Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amisse, That Cæsar and his Senate must redresse?

Metel. Most high, most mighty, and most puisant Cæsar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart.

Cæs. I must preuent thee Cymber: These couchings, and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary…

Metel. Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsars eare,…

Bru. I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery Cæsar: Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may Haue an…

Cæs. What Brutus?

Cassi. Pardon Cæsar: Cæsar pardon: As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall, To begge infranchisement for…

Cæs. I could be well mou'd, if I were as you, If I could pray to mooue, Prayers…

Cinna. O Cæsar.

Cæs. Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?

Decius. Great Cæsar.

Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele?

Cask. Speake hands for me.

They stab Cæsar.

Cæs. Et Tu Brutè?⸺Then fall Cæsar.

Dyes

Cin. Liberty, Freedome; Tyranny is dead, Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets.

Cassi. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchisement.

Bru. People and Senators, be not affrighted: Fly not, stand still: Ambitions debt is paid.

Cask. Go to the Pulpit Brutus.

Dec. And Cassius too.

Bru. Where's Publius?

Cin. Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fast together, least some Friend of Cæsars Should chance⸺

Bru. Talke not of standing. Publius good cheere, There is no harme intended to your person, Nor to…

Cassi. And leaue vs Publius, least that the people Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischief.

Bru. Do so, and let no man abide this deede, But we the Doers.

Enter Trebonius.

Cassi. Where is Antony?

Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd: Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were…

Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time And…

Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life, Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit: So are we Cæsars Friends, that haue abridg'd His…

Cassi. Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer, In…

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport, That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along, No worthier…

Cassi. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of vs be call'd, The Men…

Dec. What, shall we forth?

Cassi. I, euery man away. Brutus shall leade, and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest,…

Enter a Seruant.

Bru. Soft, who comes heere? A friend of Antonies.

Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe, And…

Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane, I neuer thought him worse: Tell him, so please…

Ser. Ile fetch him presently.

Exit Seruant.

Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend.

Cassi. I wish we may: But yet haue I a minde That feares him much: and my misgiuing…

Enter Antony.

Bru. But heere comes Antony: Welcome Mark Antony.

Ant. O mighty Cæsar! Dost thou lye so lowe? Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles, Shrunke to…

Bru. O Antony! Begge not your death of vs: Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell, As…

Cassi. Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans, In the disposing of new Dignities.

Bru. Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd The Multitude, beside themselues with feare, And then, we will…

Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome: Let each man render me his bloody hand. First Marcus Brutus…

Cassi. Mark Antony.

Ant. Pardon me Caius Cassius: The Enemies of Cæsar, shall say this: Then, in a Friend, it is…

Cassi. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so. But what compact meane you to haue with vs?…

Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands, but was indeed Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Cæsar.…

Bru. Or else were this a sauage Spectacle: Our Reasons are so full of good regard, That were…

Ant. That's all I seeke, And am moreouer sutor, that I may Produce his body to the Market‑place,…

Bru. You shall Marke Antony.

Cassi. Brutus, a word with you: You know not what you do; Do not consent That Antony speake…

Bru. By your pardon: I will my selfe into the Pulpit first, And shew the reason of our…

Cassi. I know not what may fall, I like it not.

Bru. Mark Antony, heere take you Cæsars body: You shall not in your Funerall speech blame vs, But…

Ant. Be it so: I do desire no more.

Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow vs.

Exeunt.

Manet Antony.

O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers. Thou…

Ser. I do Marke Antony.

Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome.

Ser. He did receiue his Letters, and is comming, And bid me say to you by word of…

Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a‑part and weepe: Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,…

Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome.

Ant. Post backe with speede, And tell him what hath chanc'd: Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous…

Exeunt

Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit, and Cassi­ us, with the Plebeians.

Ple. We will be satisfied: let vs be satisfied.

Bru. Then follow me, and giue me Audience friends. Cassius go you into the other streete, And part…

1. Ple. I will heare Brutus speake.

2. I will heare Cassius, and compare their Reasons, When seuerally we heare them rendred.

3. The Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence.

Bru. Be patient till the last. Romans, Countrey‑men, and Louers, heare mee for my cause, and be silent,…

All. None Brutus, none.

Brutus. Then none haue I offended. I haue done no more to Cæsar, then you shall do to…

Enter Mark Antony, with Cæsars body.

Heere comes his Body, mourn'd by Marke Antony, who though he had no hand in his death, shall…

All. Liue Brutus, liue, liue.

1. Bring him with Triumph home vnto his house.

2. Giue him a Statue with his Ancestors.

3. Let him be Cæsar.

4. Cæsars better parts, Shall be Crown'd in Brutus.

1. Wee'l bring him to his House, With Showts and Clamors.

Bru. My Country‑men.

2. Peace, silence, Brutus speakes.

1. Peace ho.

Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone, And (for my sake) stay heere with Antony: Do grace to…

Exit

1 Stay ho, and let vs heare Mark Antony.

3 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire, Wee'l heare him: Noble Antony go vp.

Ant. For Brutus sake, I am beholding to you.

4 What does he say of Brutus?

3 He sayes, for Brutus sake He findes himselfe beholding to vs all.

4 'Twere best he speake no harme of Brutus heere?

1 This Cæsar was a Tyrant.

3 Nay that's certaine: We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

2 Peace, let vs heare what Antony can say.

Ant. You gentle Romans.

All. Peace hoe, let vs heare him.

An. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him: The…

1 Me thinkes there is much reason in his sayings.

2 If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar ha's had great wrong.

3 Ha's hee Masters? I feare there will a worse come in (his place.

4. Mark'd ye his words? he would not take yͤ Crown, Therefore 'tis certaine, he was not Ambitious.

1. If it be found so, some will deere abide it.

2. Poore soule, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3. There's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony.

4. Now marke him, he begins againe to speake.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might Haue stood against the World: Now lies he there, And…

4 Wee'l heare the Will, reade it Marke Antony.

All. The Will, the Will; we will heare Cæsars Will.

Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends, I must not read it. It is not meete you know how Cæsar…

4 Read the Will, wee'l heare it Antony: You shall reade vs the Will, Cæsars Will.

Ant. Will you be Patient? Will you stay a‑while? I haue o're‑shot my selfe to tell you of…

4 They were Traitors: Honourable men?

All. The Will, the Testament.

2 They were Villaines, Murderers: the Will, read the Will.

Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will: Then make a Ring about the Corpes of…

All. Come downe.

2 Descend.

3 You shall haue leaue.

4 A Ring, stand round.

1 Stand from the Hearse, stand from the Body.

2 Roome for Antony, most Noble Antony.

Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me, stand farre off.

All. Stand backe: roome, beare backe.

Ant. If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this Mantle, I remember…

1. O pitteous spectacle!

2. O Noble Cæsar!

3. O wofull day!

4. O Traitors, Villaines!

1. O most bloody sight!

2. We will be reueng'd: Reuenge About, seeke, burne, fire, kill, slay, Let not a Traitor liue.

Ant. Stay Country‑men.

1. Peace there, heare the Noble Antony.

2. Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with him.

Ant. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not stirre (you vp To such a sodaine Flood of Mutiny:…

All. Wee'l Mutiny.

1 Wee'l burne the house of Brutus.

3 Away then, come, seeke the Conspirators.

Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me speake

All. Peace hoe, heare Antony, most Noble Antony.

Ant. Why Friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Cæsar thus deseru'd your loues?…

All. Most true, the Will, let's stay and heare the Wil.

Ant. Heere is the Will, and vnder Cæsars Seale: To euery Roman Citizen he giues, To euery seuerall…

2 Ple. Most Noble Cæsar, wee'l reuenge his death.

3 Ple. O Royall Cæsar.

Ant. Heare me with patience.

All. Peace hoe

Ant. Moreouer, he hath left you all his Walkes, His priuate Arbors, and new‑planted Orchards, On this side…

1. Ple. Neuer, neuer: come, away, away: Wee'l burne his body in the holy place, And with the…

2. Ple. Go fetch fire.

3. Ple. Plucke downe Benches.

4. Ple. Plucke downe Formes, Windowes, any thing.

Exit Plebeians.

Ant. Now let it worke: Mischeefe thou art a‑foot, Take thou what course thou wilt. How now Fellow?

Enter Seruant.

Ser. Sir, Octauius is already come to Rome.

Ant. Where is hee?

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cæsars house.

Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him: He comes vpon a wish. Fortune is merry, And…

Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome.

Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people How I had moued them. Bring me to Octauius.

Exeunt.

Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.

Cinna. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæsar, And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie: I…

1. What is your name?

2. Whether are you going?

3. Wh□re do you dwell?

4. Are you a married man, or a Batchellor?

2. Answer euery man directly.

1. I, and breefely.

4. I, and wisely.

3. I, and truly, you were best.

Cin. What is my name? Whether am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man,…

2 That's as much as to say, they are fooles that mar­ rie: you'l beare me a bang…

Cinna. Directly I am going to Cæsars Funerall.

1. As a Friend, or an Enemy?

Cinna. As a friend.

2. That matter is answered directly.

4. For your dwelling: breefely.

Cinna. Breefely, I dwell by the Capitoll.

3. Your name sir, truly.

Cinna. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1. Teare him to peeces, hee's a Conspirator.

Cinna. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.

4. Teare him for his bad verses, teare him for his bad Verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator.

4. It is no matter, his name's Cinna, plucke but his name out of his heart, and turne…

3. Teare him, tear him; Come Brands hoe, Firebrands: to Brutus, to Cassius, burne all. Some to Decius…

Exeunt all the Plebeians.

Actus Quartus.

Enter Antony, Octauius, and Lepidus.

Ant. These many then shall die, their names are prickt

Octa. Your Brother too must dye: consent you Lepidus?

Lep. I do consent.

Octa. Pricke him downe Antony.

Lep. Vpon condition Publius shall not liue, Who is your Sisters sonne, Marke Antony.

Ant. He shall not liue; looke, with a spot I dam him. But Lepidus, go you to Cæsars…

Lep. What? shall I finde you heere?

Octa. Or heere, or at the Capitoll.

Exit Lepidus

Ant. This is a slight vnmeritable man, Meet to be sent on Errands: is it fit The three‑fold…

Octa. So you thought him, And tooke his voyce who should be prickt to dye In our blacke…

Ant. Octauius, I haue seene more dayes then you, And though we lay these Honours on this man,…

Octa. You may do your will: But hee's a tried, and valiant Souldier.

Ant. So is my Horse Octauius, and for that I do appoint him store of Prouender. It is…

Octa. Let vs do so: for we are at the stake, And bayed about with many Enemies, And…

Exeunt

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucillius, and the Army. Titinius and Pindarus meete them.

Bru. Stand ho.

Lucil. Giue the word ho, and Stand.

Bru. What now Lucillius, is Cassius neere?

Lucil. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his Master.

Bru. He greets me well. Your Master Pindarus In his owne change, or by ill Officers, Hath giuen…

Pin. I do not doubt But that my Noble Master will appeare Such as he is, full of…

Bru. He is not doubted. A word Lucillius How he receiu'd you: let me be resolu'd.

Lucil. With courtesie, and with respect enough, But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and…

Bru. Thou hast describ'd A hot Friend, cooling: Euer note Lucillius, When Loue begins to sicken and decay…

Lucil. They meane this night in Sardis to be quarter'd: The greater part, the Horse in generall Are…

Enter Cassius and his Powers.

Bru. Hearke, he is arriu'd: March gently on to meete him.

Cassi. Stand ho.

Bru. Stand ho, speake the word along.

Stand.

Stand.

Stand.

Cassi. Most Noble Brother, you haue done me wrong.

Bru. Iudge me you Gods; wrong I mine Enemies? And if not so, how should I wrong a…

Cassi. Brutus, this sober forme of yours, hides wrongs, And when you do them⸺

Brut. Cassius, be content, Speake your greefes softly, I do know you well. Before the eyes of both…

Cassi. Pindarus, Bid our Commanders leade their Charges off A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucillius, do you the like, and let no man Come to our Tent, till we haue done…

Exeunt

Manet Brutus and Cassius.

Cassi. That you haue wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You haue condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella For…

Bru. You wrong'd your selfe to write in such a case.

Cassi. In such a time as this, it is not meet That euery nice offence should beare his…

Bru. Let me tell you Cassius, you your selfe Are much condemn'd to haue an itching Palme, To…

Cassi. I, an itching Palme? You know that you are Brutus that speakes this, Or by the Gods,…

Bru. The name of Cassius Honors this corruption, And Chasticement doth therefore hide his head.

Cassi. Chasticement?

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remēber: Did not great Iulius bleede for Iustice sake? What Villaine…

Cassi. Brutus, baite not me, Ile not indure it: you forget your selfe To hedge me in. I…

Bru. Go too: you are not Cassius.

Cassi. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cassi. Vrge me no more, I shall forget my selfe: Haue minde vpon your health: Tempt me no…

Bru. Away slight man.

Cassi. Is't possible?

Bru. Heare me, for I will speake. Must I giue way, and roome to your rash Choller? Shall…

Cassi. O ye Gods, ye Gods, Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this? I more: Fret till your proud hart break. Go shew your Slaues how Chollericke you…

Cassi. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better Souldier: Let it appeare so; make your vaunting true, And it…

Cass. You wrong me euery way: You wrong me Brutus: I saide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.…

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cass. When Cæsar liu'd, he durst not thus haue mou'd (me.

Brut. Peace, peace, you durst not so haue tempted him.

Cassi. I durst not.

Bru. No.

Cassi. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru. For your life you durst not.

Cassi. Do not presume too much vpon my Loue, I may do that I shall be sorry for.

Bru. You haue done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror Cassius in your threats:…

Cassi. I deny'd you not.

Bru. You did.

Cassi. I did not. He was but a Foole That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd my…

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.

Cassi. You loue me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cassi. A friendly eye could neuer see such faults.

Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus.

Cassi. Come Antony, and yong Octauius come, Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a‑weary of…

Bru. Sheath your Dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall haue scope: Do what you will, Dishonor,…

Cassi. Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus, When greefe and blood ill…

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill temper'd too.

Cassi. Do you confesse so much? Giue me your hand.

Bru. And my heart too.

Cassi. O Brutus!

Bru. What's the matter?

Cassi. Haue not you loue enough to beare with me, When that rash humour which my Mother gaue…

Bru. Yes Cassius, and from henceforth When you are ouer‑earnest with your Brutus, Hee'l thinke your Mother chides,…

Enter a Poet.

Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals, There is some grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete…

Lucil. You shall not come to them.

Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me.

Cas. How now? What's the matter?

Poet. For shame you Generals; what do you meane? Loue, and be Friends, as two such men should…

Cas. Ha, ha, how vildely doth this Cynicke rime?

Bru. Get you hence sirra: Sawcy Fellow, hence.

Cas. Beare with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion.

Brut. Ile know his humor, when he knowes his time: What should the Warres do with these Iigging…

Cas. Away, away be gone.

Exit Poet

Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night.

Cas. And come your selues, & bring Messala with you Immediately to vs.

Bru. Lucius, a bowle of Wine.

Cas. I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry.

Bru. O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes.

Cas. Of your Philosophy you make no vse, If you giue place to accidentall euils.

Bru. No man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead.

Cas. Ha? Portia?

Bru. She is dead.

Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so? O insupportable, and touching losse! Vpon what sicknesse?

Bru. Impatient of my absence, And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong:…

Cas. And dy'd so?

Bru. Euen so.

Cas. O ye immortall Gods!

Enter Boy with Wine, and Tapers.

Bru. Speak no more of her: Giue me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all vnkindnesse…

Drinkes

Cas. My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge. Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore‑swell the Cup: I…

Enter Titinius and Messala.

Brutus. Come in Titinius: Welcome good Messala: Now sit we close about this Taper heere, And call in…

Cass. Portia, art thou gone?

Bru. No more I pray you. Messala, I haue heere receiued Letters, That yong Octauius, and Marke Antony…

Mess. My selfe haue Letters of the selfe‑same Tenure.

Bru. With what Addition

Mess. That by proscription, and billes of Outlarie, Octauius, Antony, and Lepidus, Haue put to death, an hundred…

Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree: Mine speake of seuenty Senators, that dy'de By their proscriptions,…

Cassi. Cicero one?

Messa. Cicero is dead, and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife, my…

Bru. No Messala.

Messa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her?

Bru. Nothing Messala.

Messa. That me thinkes is strange.

Bru. Why aske you? Heare you ought of her, in yours?

Messa. No my Lord.

Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.

Messa. Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell, For certaine she is dead, and by strange…

Bru. Why farewell Portia: We must die Messala: With meditating that she must dye once, I haue the…

Messa. Euen so great men, great losses shold indure.

Cassi. I haue as much of this in Art as you, But yet my Nature could not beare…

Bru. Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently.

Cassi. I do not thinke it good.

Bru. Your reason?

Cassi. This it is: 'Tis better that the Enemie seeke vs, So shall he waste his meanes, weary…

Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better: The people 'twixt Philippi, and this ground Do…

Cassi. Heare me good Brother.

Bru. Vnder your pardon. You must note beside, That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends: Our…

Cassi. Then with your will go on: wee'l along Our selues, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke, And Nature must obey Necessitie, Which we will…

Cassi. No more, good night, Early to morrow will we rise, and hence.

Enter Lucius.

Bru. Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Messala, Good night Titinius: Noble, Noble Cassius, Good night, and good repose.

Cassi. O my deere Brother: This was an ill beginning of the night: Neuer come such diuision 'tweene…

Enter Lucius with the Gowne.

Bru. Euery thing is well.

Cassi. Good night my Lord.

Bru. Good night good Brother.

Tit. Messa. Good night Lord Brutus.

Bru. Farwell euery one. Exeunt. Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Instrument?

Luc. Heere in the Tent.

Bru. What, thou speak'st drowsily? Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore‑watch'd. Call Claudio, and some…

Luc. Varrus, and Claudio.

Enter Varrus and Claudio.

Var. Cals my Lord?

Bru. I pray you sirs, lye in my Tent and sleepe, It may be I shall raise you…

Var. So please you, we will stand, And watch your pleasure.

Bru. I will it not haue it so: Lye downe good sirs, It may be I shall otherwise…

Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me.

Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull. Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a‑while,…

Luc. I my Lord, an't please you.

Bru. It does my Boy: I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

Luc. It is my duty Sir.

Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might, I know yong bloods looke for a time…

Luc. I haue slept my Lord already.

Bru. It was well done, and thou shalt sleepe againe: I will not hold thee long. If I…

Ghost. Thy euill Spirit Brutus?

Bru. Why com'st thou?

Ghost. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

Brut. Well: then I shall see thee againe?

Ghost. I, at Philippi.

Brut. Why I will see thee at Philippi then: Now I haue taken heart, thou vanishest. Ill Spirit,…

Luc. The strings my Lord, are false.

Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument. Lucius, awake.

Luc. My Lord.

Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucius, that thou so cryedst out?

Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.

Bru. Yes that thou did'st: Did'st thou see any thing?

Luc. Nothing my Lord.

Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius: Sirra Claudio, Fellow, Thou: Awake.

Var. My Lord.

Clau. My Lord.

Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs, in your sleepe?

Both. Did we my Lord?

Bru. I: saw you any thing?

Var. No my Lord, I saw nothing.

Clau. Nor I my Lord.

Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Cassius: Bid him set on his Powres betimes before, And…

Both. It shall be done my Lord.

Exeunt

Actus Quintus.

Enter Octauius, Antony, and their Army.

Octa. Now Antony, our hopes are answered, You said the Enemy would not come downe, But keepe the…

Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes, and I know Wherefore they do it: They could be content…

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Prepare you Generals, The Enemy comes on in gallant shew: Their bloody signe of Battell is hung…

Ant. Octauius, leade your Battaile softly on Vpon the left hand of the euen Field.

Octa. Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.

Ant. Why do you crosse me in this exigent.

Octa. I do not crosse you: but I will do so.

March.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Cassius, & their Army.

Bru. They stand, and would haue parley.

Cassi. Stand fast Titinius, we must out and talke.

Octa. Mark Antony, shall we giue signe of Battaile?

Ant. No Cæsar, we will answer on their Charge. Make forth, the Generals would haue some words.

Oct. Stirre not vntill the Signall.

Bru. Words before blowes: is it so Countrymen?

Octa. Not that we loue words better, as you do.

Bru. Good words are better then bad strokes Octauius.

An. In your bad strokes Brutus, you giue good words Witnesse the hole you made in Cæsars heart,…

Cassi. Antony, The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne; But for your words, they rob the Hibla…

Ant. Not stinglesse too.

Bru. O yes, and soundlesse too: For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony, And very wisely threat before…

Ant. Villains: you did not so, when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the sides of Cæsar:…

Cassi. Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe, This tongue had not offended so to day. If Cassius might…

Octa. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet, The proofe of it will turne to redder…

Brut. Cæsar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands. Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee.

Octa. So I hope: I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword.

Bru. O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine, Yong‑man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.

Cassi. A peeuish School‑boy, worthles of such Honor Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.

Ant. Old Cassius still.

Octa. Come Antony: away: Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth. If you dare fight to day, come…

Exit Octauius, Antony, and Army

Cassi. Why now blow winde, swell Billow, And swimme Barke: The Storme is vp, and all is on…

Bru. Ho Lucillius, hearke, a word with you.

Lucillius and Messala stand forth.

Luc. My Lord.

Cassi. Messala.

Messa. What sayes my Generall?

Cassi. Messala, this is my Birth‑day: at this very day Was Cassius borne. Giue me thy hand Messala:…

Messa. Beleeue not so.

Cassi. I but beleeue it partly, For I am fresh of spirit, and resolu'd To meete all perils,…

Bru. Euen so Lucillius.

Cassi. Now most Noble Brutus, The Gods to day stand friendly, that we may Louers in peace, leade…

Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philosophy, By which I did blame Cato, for the death Which…

Cassi. Then, if we loose this Battaile, You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the streets…

Bru. No Cassius, no: Thinke not thou Noble Romane, That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome, He…

Cassi. For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus: If we do meete againe, wee'l smile indeede; If not,…

Bru. Why then leade on. O that a man might know The end of this dayes businesse, ere…

Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Brutus and Messala.

Bru. Ride, ride Messala, ride and giue these Billes Vnto the Legions, on the other side. Lowd Alarum.…

Exeunt

Alarums. Enter Cassius and Titinius.

Cassi. O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye: My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy: This Ensigne…

Titin. O Cassius, Brutus gaue the word too early, Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius, Tooke it too…

Enter Pindarus.

Pind. Fly further off my Lord: flye further off, Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord: Flye…

Cassi. This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire?

Tit. They are, my Lord.

Cassi. Titinius, if thou louest me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurres in him, Till he…

Tit. I will be heere againe, euen with a thought.

Exit.

Cassi. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was euer thicke: regard Titinius, And tell me…

Pind. Aboue. O my Lord.

Cassi. What newes?

Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spurre, Yet he spurres…

Cassi. Come downe, behold no more: O Coward that I am, to liue so long, To see my…

Pin. So, I am free, Yet would not so haue beene Durst I haue done my will. O…

Enter Titinius and Messala.

Messa. It is but change, Titinius: for Octauius Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power, As Cassius Legions are…

Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius.

Messa. Where did you leaue him.

Titin. All disconsolate, With Pindarus his Bondman, on this Hill.

Messa. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground?

Titin. He lies not like the Liuing. O my heart!

Messa. Is not that hee?

Titin. No, this was he Messala, But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne: As in thy red…

Messa. Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed. O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe: Why do'st thou shew…

Tit. What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?

Messa. Seeke him Titinius, whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report Into his eares;…

Tit. Hye you Messala, And I will seeke for Pindarus the while: Why did'st thou send me forth…

Dies

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, yong Cato Strato, Volumnius, and Lucillius.

Bru. Where, where Messala, doth his body lye?

Messa. Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.

Bru. Titinius face is vpward.

Cato. He is slaine.

Bru. O Iulius CÆsar, thou art mighty yet, Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords In our…

Low Alarums.

Cato. Braue Titinius, Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius.

Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these? The last of all the Romans, far thee well:…

Exeunt.

Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, Cato, Lucillius and Flauius.

Bru. Yet Country‑men: O yet, hold vp your heads.

Cato. What Bastard doth not? Who will go with me? I will proclaime my name about the Field.…

Enter Souldiers, and fight.

And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I, Brutus my Countries Friend: Know me for Brutus.

Luc. O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe? Why now thou dyest, as brauely as Titinius, And…

Sold. Yeeld, or thou dyest.

Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye: There is so much, that thou wilt kill me straight: Kill Brutus,…

Sold. We must not: a Noble Prisoner.

Enter Antony.

2. Sold. Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane.

1. Sold. Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall, Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord.

Ant. Where is hee?

Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is safe enough: I dare assure thee, that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue…

Ant. This is not Brutus friend, but I assure you, A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this…

Exeunt.

Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato and Volumnius.

Brut. Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this Rocke.

Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but my Lord He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.

Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word, It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.

Clit. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.

Brut. Peace then, no words.

Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe.

Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius.

Dard. Shall I doe such a deed?

Clit. O Dardanius.

Dard. O Clitus

Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?

Dard. To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates.

Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes