Act III, Scene 1
Rome. Before the capitol; the Senate sitting above.
- Flourish. Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius,
- Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus,
- Publius, Popilius, and the Soothsayer.
- The Ides of March are come.
- Ay, Caesar, but not gone.
- Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.
Decius Brutus4 - 5
- Trebonius doth desire you to o’er-read
- (At your best leisure) this his humble suit.
Artemidorus6 - 7
- 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 serv’d.
- Delay not, Caesar, read it instantly.
- What, is the fellow mad?
- Sirrah, give place.
Cassius12 - 13
- What, urge you your petitions in the street?
- Come to the Capitol.
- Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following.
- I wish your enterprise today may thrive.
- What enterprise, Popilius?
- Fare you well.
- Leaves him and joins Caesar.
- What said Popilius Lena?
Cassius18 - 19
- He wish’d today our enterprise might thrive.
- I fear our purpose is discovered.
- Look how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
Cassius21 - 24
- 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.
Brutus25 - 27
- Cassius, be constant;
- Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes,
- For look he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
Cassius28 - 29
- Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus,
- He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
- Exeunt Antony and Trebonius.
Decius Brutus30 - 31
- Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go
- And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.
- He is address’d; press near and second him.
- Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Caesar34 - 35
- Are we all ready? What is now amiss
- That Caesar and his Senate must redress?
Metellus36 - 38
- Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
- Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
- An humble heart.
Caesar39 - 52
- I must prevent thee, Cimber.
- 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
- That will be thaw’d from the true quality
- With that which melteth fools—I mean sweet words,
- Low-crooked curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
- Thy brother by decree is banished;
- 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.
Metellus53 - 55
- Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
- To sound more sweetly in great Caesar’s ear
- For the repealing of my banish’d brother?
Brutus56 - 58
- I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
- Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
- Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
- What, Brutus?
Cassius60 - 62
- Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon!
- As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
- To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Caesar63 - 78
- I could be well mov’d, if I were as you;
- If I could pray to move, prayers would move me;
- But I am constant as the northern star,
- Of whose true-fix’d and resting quality
- There is no fellow in the firmament.
- The skies are painted with unnumb’red sparks,
- 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 furnish’d well with men,
- And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
- Yet in the number I do know but one
- That unassailable holds on his rank,
- Unshak’d of motion; and that I am he,
- Let me a little show it, even in this—
- That I was constant Cimber should be banish’d,
- And constant do remain to keep him so.
- O Caesar—
- Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
- Great Caesar—
- Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
- Speak hands for me!
- They stab Caesar.
- Et tu, Brute?—Then fall Caesar!
Cinna85 - 86
- Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
- Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Cassius87 - 88
- Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
- “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!”
Brutus89 - 90
- People and senators, be not affrighted;
- Fly not, stand still; ambition’s debt is paid.
- Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
- And Cassius too.
- Where’s Publius?
- Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Metellus95 - 96
- Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar’s
- Should chance—
Brutus97 - 99
- Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer,
- There is no harm intended to your person,
- Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius.
Cassius100 - 101
- And leave us, Publius, lest that the people,
- Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.
Brutus102 - 103
- Do so, and let no man abide this deed,
- But we the doers.
- Exeunt all but the Conspirators.
- Enter Trebonius.
- Where is Antony?
Trebonius105 - 107
- Fled to his house amaz’d.
- Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
- As it were doomsday.
Brutus108 - 110
- Fates, we will know your pleasures.
- That we shall die, we know, ’tis but the time,
- And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Casca111 - 112
- Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
- Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Brutus113 - 120
- Grant that, and then is death a benefit;
- So are we Caesar’s friends, that have abridg’d
- 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;
- Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
- And waving our red weapons o’er our heads,
- Let’s all cry, “Peace, freedom, and liberty!”
Cassius121 - 123
- Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence
- Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
- In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Brutus124 - 126
- How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
- That now on Pompey’s basis lies along
- No worthier than the dust!
Cassius127 - 129
- So oft as that shall be,
- So often shall the knot of us be call’d
- The men that gave their country liberty.
- What, shall we forth?
Cassius131 - 133
- Ay, every man away.
- 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.
Caesar’s Servant135 - 149
- Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
- Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down;
- 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 fear’d Caesar, honor’d him, and lov’d him.
- If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
- May safely come to him, and be resolv’d
- How Caesar hath deserv’d to lie in death,
- Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead
- So well as Brutus living; but will follow
- The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
- Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
- With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Brutus150 - 154
- Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman,
- I never thought him worse.
- Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
- He shall be satisfied; and, by my honor,
- Depart untouch’d.
- I’ll fetch him presently.
- Exit Servant.
- I know that we shall have him well to friend.
Cassius157 - 159
- 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!
Mark Antony161 - 176
- O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
- 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
- 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 ye, if you bear me hard,
- Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
- 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,
- As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
- The choice and master spirits of this age.
Brutus177 - 189
- 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.
- 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;
- Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts
- Of brothers’ temper, do receive you in
- With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.
Cassius190 - 191
- Your voice shall be as strong as any man’s
- In the disposing of new dignities.
Brutus192 - 196
- Only be patient till we have appeas’d
- 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.
Mark Antony197 - 224
- 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, Metellus;
- Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
- Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
- Gentlemen all—alas, what shall I say?
- My credit now stands on such slippery ground
- That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
- Either a coward or a flatterer.
- That I did love thee, Caesar, O, ’tis true;
- If then thy spirit look upon us now,
- 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 corse?
- Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
- 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 bay’d, brave hart,
- Here didst thou fall, and here thy hunters stand,
- Sign’d in thy spoil, and crimson’d 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,
- Dost thou here lie!
- Mark Antony—
Mark Antony226 - 228
- Pardon me, Caius Cassius!
- The enemies of Caesar shall say this:
- Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cassius229 - 232
- I blame you not for praising Caesar so,
- But what compact mean you to have with us?
- Will you be prick’d in number of our friends,
- Or shall we on, and not depend on you?
Mark Antony233 - 237
- Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed
- Sway’d 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.
Brutus238 - 241
- Or else were this a savage spectacle.
- Our reasons are so full of good regard
- That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
- You should be satisfied.
Mark Antony242 - 246
- That’s all I seek,
- And am, moreover, suitor that I may
- Produce his body to the market-place,
- And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
- Speak in the order of his funeral.
- You shall, Mark Antony.
Cassius248 - 252
- Brutus, a word with you.
- 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 mov’d
- By that which he will utter?
Brutus253 - 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;
- And that we are contented Caesar shall
- Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies.
- It shall advantage more than do us wrong.
- I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Brutus262 - 269
- Mark Antony, here take you Caesar’s body.
- 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
- In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
- After my speech is ended.
Mark Antony270 - 271
- Be it so;
- I do desire no more.
- Prepare the body then, and follow us.
- Exeunt. Manet Antony.
Mark Antony273 - 295
- 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 lived in the tide of times.
- Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
- 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
- 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;
- All pity chok’d 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,
- That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
- With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Enter Octavius’s Attendant.
- You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
- I do, Mark Antony.
- Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
Octavius’s Attendant298 - 300
- He did receive his letters, and is coming,
- And bid me say to you by word of mouth—
- O Caesar!—
- Seeing the body.
Mark Antony301 - 304
- Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep.
- Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
- Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
- Began to water. Is thy master coming?
- He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
Mark Antony306 - 316
- Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanc’d.
- 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 corse
- Into the market-place. There shall I try,
- 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.
- Exeunt with Caesar’s body.