Act III, Scene 2
- Enter Brutus and Cassius with the Plebeians.
- We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!
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- Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
- Cassius, go you into the other street,
- And part the numbers.
- Those that will hear me speak, let ’em stay here;
- Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
- And public reasons shall be rendered
- Of Caesar’s death.
- I will hear Brutus speak.
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- I will hear Cassius, and compare their reasons,
- When severally we hear them rendered.
- Exit Cassius with Second Plebeian and some of the Plebeians.
- Brutus goes into the pulpit.
- The noble Brutus is ascended; silence!
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- Be patient till the last.
- Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be
- silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine 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
- 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
- lov’d Caesar less, but that I lov’d Rome more. Had you
- rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that
- Caesar were dead, to live all freemen? As Caesar lov’d 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
- 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 love his country? If any, speak, for him have
- I offended. I pause for a reply.
- None, Brutus, none.
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- Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar
- than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is
- enroll’d in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein
- he was worthy; nor his offenses enforc’d, for which he
- suffer’d death.
- Enter Mark Antony and others with Caesar’s body.
- Here comes his body, mourn’d by Mark Antony, who, though he
- had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his
- dying, a place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall
- not? With this I depart, that, as I slew my best lover for
- the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it
- shall please my country to need my death.
- Live, Brutus, live, live!
- Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
- Give him a statue with his ancestors.
- Let him be Caesar.
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- Caesar’s better parts
- Shall be crown’d in Brutus.
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- We’ll bring him to his house
- With shouts and clamors.
- My countrymen—
- Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
- Peace ho!
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- 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
- (By our permission) is allow’d to make.
- I do entreat you, not a man depart,
- Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
- Stay ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.
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- Let him go up into the public chair,
- We’ll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
- For Brutus’ sake, I am beholding to you.
- Goes into the pulpit.
- What does he say of Brutus?
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- He says, for Brutus’ sake
- He finds himself beholding to us all.
- ’Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here!
- This Caesar was a tyrant.
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- Nay, that’s certain:
- We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
- Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.
- You gentle Romans—
- Peace ho, let us hear him.
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- Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
- I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
- The evil that men do lives after them,
- The good is oft interred with their bones;
- So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
- Hath told you Caesar was ambitious;
- If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
- And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
- Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
- (For Brutus is an honorable man,
- So are they all, all honorable men),
- Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
- He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
- 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?
- 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
- 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,
- But here I am to speak what I do know.
- You all did love him once, not without cause;
- What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
- O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,
- And men have lost their reason. Bear with me,
- My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
- And I must pause till it come back to me.
- Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
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- If thou consider rightly of the matter,
- Caesar has had great wrong.
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- Has he, masters?
- I fear there will a worse come in his place.
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- Mark’d ye his words? He would not take the crown,
- Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.
- 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.
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- 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 dispos’d to stir
- Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
- 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.
- 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,
- 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.
- We’ll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
- The will, the will! We will hear Caesar’s will.
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- Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it.
- It is not meet you know how Caesar lov’d you:
- You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
- 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?
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- Read the will, we’ll hear it, Antony.
- You shall read us the will, Caesar’s will.
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- 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 stabb’d Caesar; I do fear it.
- They were traitors; honorable men!
- The will! The testament!
- They were villains, murderers. The will, read the will!
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- You will compel me then to read the will?
- Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
- And let me show you him that made the will.
- Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
- Come down.
- You shall have leave.
- Antony comes down from the pulpit.
- 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.
- Stand back; room, bear back!
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- 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,
- 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-beloved Brutus stabb’d,
- And as he pluck’d his cursed steel away,
- Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,
- As rushing out of doors to be resolv’d
- If Brutus so unkindly knock’d or no;
- For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel.
- Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov’d him!
- This was the most unkindest cut of all;
- For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
- Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,
- Quite vanquish’d him. Then burst his mighty heart,
- And in his mantle muffling up his face,
- 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 flourish’d over us.
- O now you weep, and I perceive you feel
- The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.
- Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold
- Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,
- Lifting Caesar’s mantle.
- Here is himself, marr’d as you see with traitors.
- O piteous spectacle!
- O noble Caesar!
- O woeful day!
- O traitors, villains!
- O most bloody sight!
- We will be reveng’d!
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- Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a
- traitor live!
- Stay, countrymen.
- Peace there, hear the noble Antony.
- We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him, we’ll die with him.
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- 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.
- 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;
- 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
- To stir men’s blood; I only speak right on.
- I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
- Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths,
- And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
- 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.
- We’ll burn the house of Brutus.
- Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
- Yet hear me, countrymen, yet hear me speak.
- Peace ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony!
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- Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
- Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv’d 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.
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- Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal:
- To every Roman citizen he gives,
- To every several man, seventy-five drachmaes.
- Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death.
- O royal Caesar!
- Hear me with patience.
- Peace ho!
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- 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 for ever-common pleasures,
- To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
- Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
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- Never, never! Come, away, away!
- We’ll burn his body in the holy place,
- And with the brands fire the traitors’ houses.
- Take up the body.
- Go fetch fire.
- Pluck down benches.
- Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
- Exeunt Plebeians with the body.
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- Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
- Take thou what course thou wilt!
- Enter Octavius’s Servant.
- How now, fellow?
- Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
- Where is he?
- He and Lepidus are at Caesar’s house.
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- And thither will I straight to visit him;
- He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
- And in this mood will give us any thing.
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- I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
- Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
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- Belike they had some notice of the people,
- How I had mov’d them. Bring me to Octavius.