Speeches (Lines) for Brutus in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

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1 I / 2
  • A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
  • A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
  • Caesar. What man is that?

    Brutus. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

2 I / 2
  • Not I.
  • Not I.
  • Cassius. Will you go see the order of the course?

    Brutus. Not I.

3 I / 2
  • I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
    Of that quick spirit that is in Anton...
  • I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
    Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
    Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
    I'll leave you.
  • Cassius. I pray you, do.

    Brutus. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
    Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
    Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
    I'll leave you.

4 I / 2
  • Cassius,
    Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
    I turn the trouble o...
  • Cassius,
    Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
    I turn the trouble of my countenance
    Merely upon myself. Vexed 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--
    Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
    Nor construe any further my neglect,
    Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
    Forgets the shows of love to other men.
  • Cassius. 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:
    You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
    Over your friend that loves you.

    Brutus. Cassius,
    Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
    I turn the trouble of my countenance
    Merely upon myself. Vexed 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--
    Among which number, Cassius, be you one--
    Nor construe any further my neglect,
    Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
    Forgets the shows of love to other men.

5 I / 2
  • No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
    But by reflection, by some other t...
  • No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
    But by reflection, by some other things.
  • Cassius. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
    By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
    Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
    Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

    Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
    But by reflection, by some other things.

6 I / 2
  • Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
    That you would have me seek in...
  • Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
    That you would have me seek into myself
    For that which is not in me?
  • Cassius. '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,
    Where many of the best respect in Rome,
    Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
    And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
    Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

    Brutus. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
    That you would have me seek into myself
    For that which is not in me?

7 I / 2
  • What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
    Choose Caesar for their king...
  • What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
    Choose Caesar for their king.
  • Cassius. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
    And since you know you cannot see yourself
    So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
    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 laugher, or did use
    To stale with ordinary oaths my love
    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
    That I profess myself in banqueting
    To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

    Brutus. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people
    Choose Caesar for their king.

8 I / 2
  • I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
    But wherefore do you hold me here...
  • I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
    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 honour in one eye and death i' the other,
    And I will look on both indifferently,
    For let the gods so speed me as I love
    The name of honour more than I fear death.
  • Cassius. Ay, do you fear it?
    Then must I think you would not have it so.

    Brutus. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.
    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 honour in one eye and death i' the other,
    And I will look on both indifferently,
    For let the gods so speed me as I love
    The name of honour more than I fear death.

9 I / 2
  • Another general shout!
    I do believe that these applauses are
    For some ne...
  • Another general shout!
    I do believe that these applauses are
    For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.
  • Cassius. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
    As well as I do know your outward favour.
    Well, honour is the subject of my story.
    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:
    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 'Darest thou, Cassius, now
    Leap in with me into this angry flood,
    And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word,
    Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
    And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
    The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
    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,
    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,
    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 colour fly,
    And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
    Did lose his lustre: 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, Tintinius,'
    As a sick girl. Ye 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.

    Brutus. Another general shout!
    I do believe that these applauses are
    For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar.

10 I / 2
  • That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
    What you would work me to, I have...
  • 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,
    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.
    Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
    Brutus had rather be a villager
    Than to repute himself a son of Rome
    Under these hard conditions as this time
    Is like to lay upon us.
  • Cassius. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
    Like a Colossus, and we petty men
    Walk under his huge legs and peep about
    To find ourselves dishonourable 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.
    Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
    Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
    Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
    Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
    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!
    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 talk'd of Rome,
    That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
    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 brook'd
    The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
    As easily as a king.

    Brutus. 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,
    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.
    Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
    Brutus had rather be a villager
    Than to repute himself a son of Rome
    Under these hard conditions as this time
    Is like to lay upon us.

11 I / 2
  • The games are done and Caesar is returning.
  • The games are done and Caesar is returning.
  • Cassius. I am glad that my weak words
    Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

    Brutus. The games are done and Caesar is returning.

12 I / 2
  • I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,
    The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's b...
  • 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:
    Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
    Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
    As we have seen him in the Capitol,
    Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
  • Cassius. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
    And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
    What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

    Brutus. 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:
    Calpurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
    Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
    As we have seen him in the Capitol,
    Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

13 I / 2
  • Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
    That Caesar looks so sad.
  • Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
    That Caesar looks so sad.
  • Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?

    Brutus. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day,
    That Caesar looks so sad.

14 I / 2
  • I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
  • I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.
  • Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not?

    Brutus. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

15 I / 2
  • What was the second noise for?
  • What was the second noise for?
  • 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?

16 I / 2
  • Was the crown offered him thrice?
  • Was the crown offered him thrice?
  • Casca. Why, for that too.

    Brutus. Was the crown offered him thrice?

17 I / 2
  • Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
  • Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
  • Casca. Why, Antony.

    Brutus. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

18 I / 2
  • 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
  • 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.
  • Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at
    mouth, and was speechless.

    Brutus. 'Tis very like: he hath the failing sickness.

19 I / 2
  • What said he when he came unto himself?
  • What said he when he came unto himself?
  • Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure,
    Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not
    clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased and
    displeased them, as they use to do the players in
    the theatre, I am no true man.

    Brutus. What said he when he came unto himself?

20 I / 2
  • And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
  • And after that, he came, thus sad, away?
  • Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived 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
    he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,
    If he had done or said any thing 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 heed to be taken of them; if Caesar had
    stabbed their mothers, they would have done no less.

    Brutus. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

21 I / 2
  • What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
    He was quick mettle when he went to...
  • What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
    He was quick mettle when he went to school.
  • Casca. Do so. Farewell, both.

    Brutus. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!
    He was quick mettle when he went to school.

22 I / 2
  • And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
    To-morrow, if you please to sp...
  • And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
    To-morrow, 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.
  • Cassius. So is he now in execution
    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.

    Brutus. And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
    To-morrow, 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.

23 II / 1
  • What, Lucius, ho!
    I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
    Give guess how...
  • 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.
    When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
  • Cassius. 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.

    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.
    When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!

24 II / 1
  • Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
    When it is lighted, come and call me her...
  • Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
    When it is lighted, come and call me here.
  • Lucius. Call'd you, my lord?

    Brutus. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
    When it is lighted, come and call me here.

25 II / 1
  • It must be by his death: and for my part,
    I know no personal cause to spurn...
  • 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 crown'd:
    How that might change his nature, there's the question.
    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.
    The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
    Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
    I have not known when his affections sway'd
    More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
    That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
    Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
    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
    Will bear no colour 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, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
    And kill him in the shell.
  • Lucius. I will, my lord.

    Brutus. 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 crown'd:
    How that might change his nature, there's the question.
    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.
    The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
    Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
    I have not known when his affections sway'd
    More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
    That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
    Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
    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
    Will bear no colour 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, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
    And kill him in the shell.

26 II / 1
  • Get you to bed again; it is not day.
    Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of Marc...
  • Get you to bed again; it is not day.
    Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
  • Lucius. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
    Searching the window for a flint, I found
    This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
    It did not lie there when I went to bed.

    Brutus. Get you to bed again; it is not day.
    Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

27 II / 1
  • Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
  • Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
  • Lucius. I know not, sir.

    Brutus. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

28 II / 1
  • The exhalations whizzing in the air
    Give so much light that I may read by th...
  • The exhalations whizzing in the air
    Give so much light that I may read by them.
    [Opens the letter and reads]
    'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
    Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
    Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
    Such instigations have been often dropp'd
    Where I have took them up.
    'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out:
    Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
    My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
    The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
    'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
    To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
    If the redress will follow, thou receivest
    Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
  • Lucius. I will, sir.

    Brutus. The exhalations whizzing in the air
    Give so much light that I may read by them.
    [Opens the letter and reads]
    'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.
    Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
    Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'
    Such instigations have been often dropp'd
    Where I have took them up.
    'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out:
    Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
    My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
    The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
    'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated
    To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise:
    If the redress will follow, thou receivest
    Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

29 II / 1
  • 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Since Cassius...
  • 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
    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
    Are then in council; and the state of man,
    Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
    The nature of an insurrection.
  • Lucius. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

    Brutus. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
    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
    Are then in council; and the state of man,
    Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
    The nature of an insurrection.

30 II / 1
  • Is he alone?
  • Is he alone?
  • Lucius. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
    Who doth desire to see you.

    Brutus. Is he alone?

31 II / 1
  • Do you know them?
  • Do you know them?
  • Lucius. No, sir, there are moe with him.

    Brutus. Do you know them?

32 II / 1
  • Let 'em enter.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    They are the faction. O conspiracy,
    ...
  • Let 'em enter.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    They are the faction. O conspiracy,
    Shamest thou to show thy dangerous 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, conspiracy;
    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
    BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS]
  • Lucius. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
    And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
    That by no means I may discover them
    By any mark of favour.

    Brutus. Let 'em enter.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    They are the faction. O conspiracy,
    Shamest thou to show thy dangerous 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, conspiracy;
    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
    BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS]

33 II / 1
  • I have been up this hour, awake all night.
    Know I these men that come along...
  • I have been up this hour, awake all night.
    Know I these men that come along with you?
  • Cassius. I think we are too bold upon your rest:
    Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?

    Brutus. I have been up this hour, awake all night.
    Know I these men that come along with you?

34 II / 1
  • He is welcome hither.
  • He is welcome hither.
  • Cassius. Yes, every man of them, and no man here
    But honours you; and every one doth wish
    You had but that opinion of yourself
    Which every noble Roman bears of you.
    This is Trebonius.

    Brutus. He is welcome hither.

35 II / 1
  • He is welcome too.
  • He is welcome too.
  • Cassius. This, Decius Brutus.

    Brutus. He is welcome too.

36 II / 1
  • They are all welcome.
    What watchful cares do interpose themselves
    Betwix...
  • They are all welcome.
    What watchful cares do interpose themselves
    Betwixt your eyes and night?
  • Cassius. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.

    Brutus. They are all welcome.
    What watchful cares do interpose themselves
    Betwixt your eyes and night?

37 II / 1
  • Give me your hands all over, one by one.
  • Give me your hands all over, one by one.
  • Casca. 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 north
    He first presents his fire; and the high east
    Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

    Brutus. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

38 II / 1
  • No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
    The sufferance of our souls, the ti...
  • 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,
    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 valour
    The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
    What need we any spur but our own cause,
    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?
    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,
    Nor the 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,
    If he do break the smallest particle
    Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
  • Cassius. And let us swear our resolution.

    Brutus. 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,
    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 valour
    The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
    What need we any spur but our own cause,
    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?
    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,
    Nor the 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,
    If he do break the smallest particle
    Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

39 II / 1
  • O, name him not: let us not break with him;
    For he will never follow any thi...
  • O, name him not: let us not break with him;
    For he will never follow any thing
    That other men begin.
  • Metellus Cimber. 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;
    Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
    But all be buried in his gravity.

    Brutus. O, name him not: let us not break with him;
    For he will never follow any thing
    That other men begin.

40 II / 1
  • Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
    To cut the head off and then...
  • 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 us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
    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,
    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,
    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 call'd purgers, not murderers.
    And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
    For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
    When Caesar's head is off.
  • Cassius. Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
    Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
    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.

    Brutus. 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 us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
    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,
    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,
    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 call'd purgers, not murderers.
    And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
    For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
    When Caesar's head is off.

41 II / 1
  • Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
    If he love Caesar, all that he can...
  • Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
    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.
  • Cassius. Yet I fear him;
    For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar--

    Brutus. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
    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.

42 II / 1
  • Peace! count the clock.
  • Peace! count the clock.
  • Trebonius. There is no fear in him; let him not die;
    For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

    Brutus. Peace! count the clock.

43 II / 1
  • By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
  • By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
  • Cassius. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

    Brutus. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?

44 II / 1
  • Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
    He loves me well, and I have given him...
  • 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.
  • Metellus Cimber. Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
    Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
    I wonder none of you have thought of him.

    Brutus. 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.

45 II / 1
  • Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
    Let not our looks put on our purpose...
  • Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
    Let not our looks put on our purposes,
    But bear it as our Roman actors do,
    With untired spirits and formal constancy:
    And so good morrow to you every one.
    [Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
    Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
    Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
    Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
    Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
    Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
  • Cassius. The morning comes upon 's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
    And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
    What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

    Brutus. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
    Let not our looks put on our purposes,
    But bear it as our Roman actors do,
    With untired spirits and formal constancy:
    And so good morrow to you every one.
    [Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
    Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
    Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
    Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
    Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
    Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

46 II / 1
  • Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
    It is not for your health thu...
  • Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
    It is not for your health thus to commit
    Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
  • Portia. Brutus, my lord!

    Brutus. Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
    It is not for your health thus to commit
    Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

47 II / 1
  • I am not well in health, and that is all.
  • I am not well in health, and that is all.
  • Portia. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
    Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
    You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
    Musing and sighing, with your arms across,
    And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
    You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
    I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
    And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
    Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd 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 seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
    Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
    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 prevail'd on your condition,
    I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
    Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

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

48 II / 1
  • Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
  • Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
  • Portia. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
    He would embrace the means to come by it.

    Brutus. Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.

49 II / 1
  • Kneel not, gentle Portia.
  • Kneel not, gentle Portia.
  • Portia. Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
    To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
    Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
    And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
    To dare the vile contagion of the night
    And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
    To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
    You have some sick offence within your mind,
    Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
    I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
    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,
    That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
    Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
    Have had to resort to you: for here have been
    Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
    Even from darkness.

    Brutus. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

50 II / 1
  • You are my true and honourable wife,
    As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
  • You are my true and honourable wife,
    As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
    That visit my sad heart
  • Portia. 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 yourself
    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 suburbs
    Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
    Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

    Brutus. You are my true and honourable wife,
    As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
    That visit my sad heart

51 II / 1
  • O ye gods,
    Render me worthy of this noble wife!
    [Knocking within]
    Ha...
  • O ye gods,
    Render me worthy of this noble wife!
    [Knocking within]
    Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
    And by and by thy bosom shall partake
    The secrets of my heart.
    All my engagements I will construe to thee,
    All the charactery of my sad brows:
    Leave me with haste.
    [Exit PORTIA]
    Lucius, who's that knocks?
  • Portia. If this were true, then should I know this secret.
    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,
    Being so father'd 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.
    And not my husband's secrets?

    Brutus. O ye gods,
    Render me worthy of this noble wife!
    [Knocking within]
    Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
    And by and by thy bosom shall partake
    The secrets of my heart.
    All my engagements I will construe to thee,
    All the charactery of my sad brows:
    Leave me with haste.
    [Exit PORTIA]
    Lucius, who's that knocks?

52 II / 1
  • Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
    Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! ho...
  • Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
    Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
  • Lucius. He is a sick man that would speak with you.

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

53 II / 1
  • O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
    To wear a kerchief! Would yo...
  • O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
    To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
  • Ligarius. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

    Brutus. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
    To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

54 II / 1
  • Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
    Had you a healthful ear to hear of...
  • Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
    Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
  • Ligarius. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
    Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

    Brutus. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
    Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

55 II / 1
  • A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
  • A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
  • Ligarius. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
    I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
    Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
    Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
    My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
    And I will strive with things impossible;
    Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

    Brutus. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.

56 II / 1
  • That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
    I shall unfold to thee, as we are g...
  • 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. But are not some whole that we must make sick?

    Brutus. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
    I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
    To whom it must be done.

57 II / 1
  • Follow me, then.
  • Follow me, then.
  • Ligarius. Set on your foot,
    And with a heart new-fired I follow you,
    To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
    That Brutus leads me on.

    Brutus. Follow me, then.

58 II / 2
  • Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
  • Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
  • Caesar. Welcome, Publius.
    What, Brutus, are you stirr'd 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.
    What is 't o'clock?

    Brutus. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.

59 II / 2
  • [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
    The heart of Brutus year...
  • [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
    The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
  • Caesar. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
    And we, like friends, will straightway go together.

    Brutus. [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
    The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!

60 III / 1
  • What said Popilius Lena?
  • What said Popilius Lena?
  • Popilius. Fare you well.

    Brutus. What said Popilius Lena?

61 III / 1
  • Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
  • Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.
  • Cassius. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
    I fear our purpose is discovered.

    Brutus. Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

62 III / 1
  • Cassius, be constant:
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For, loo...
  • Cassius, be constant:
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.
  • Cassius. 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. Cassius, be constant:
    Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
    For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

63 III / 1
  • He is address'd: press near and second him.
  • He is address'd: press near and second him.
  • Decius Brutus. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
    And presently prefer his suit to Caesar.

    Brutus. He is address'd: press near and second him.

64 III / 1
  • I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
    Desiring thee that Publius Cim...
  • I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
    Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
    Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
  • Metellus Cimber. 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?

    Brutus. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
    Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
    Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

65 III / 1
  • People and senators, be not affrighted;
    Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's deb...
  • People and senators, be not affrighted;
    Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.
  • Cassius. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
    'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!'

    Brutus. People and senators, be not affrighted;
    Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid.

66 III / 1
  • Where's Publius?
  • Where's Publius?
  • Decius Brutus. And Cassius too.

    Brutus. Where's Publius?

67 III / 1
  • Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
    There is no harm intended to your...
  • Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
    There is no harm intended to your person,
    Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.
  • Metellus Cimber. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesar's
    Should chance--

    Brutus. Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
    There is no harm intended to your person,
    Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

68 III / 1
  • Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
    But we the doers.
  • Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
    But we the doers.
  • Cassius. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
    Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

    Brutus. Do so: and let no man abide this deed,
    But we the doers.

69 III / 1
  • Fates, we will know your pleasures:
    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the...
  • Fates, we will know your pleasures:
    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
    And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
  • 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 pleasures:
    That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
    And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

70 III / 1
  • Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
    So are we Caesar's friends, that ha...
  • 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:
    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!'
  • Cassius. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
    Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

    Brutus. 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:
    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!'

71 III / 1
  • How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
    That now on Pompey's basis lies...
  • How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
    That now on Pompey's basis lies along
    No worthier than the dust!
  • Cassius. Stoop, then, and wash. How many ages hence
    Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
    In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

    Brutus. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,
    That now on Pompey's basis lies along
    No worthier than the dust!

72 III / 1
  • Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
  • Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
  • Cassius. Ay, every man away:
    Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
    With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

    Brutus. Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

73 III / 1
  • Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
    I never thought him worse.
    Tell...
  • 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 honour,
    Depart untouch'd.
  • Servant. 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 honour him;
    Say I fear'd Caesar, honour'd him and loved him.
    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
    The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
    Thorough the hazards of this untrod state
    With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

    Brutus. 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 honour,
    Depart untouch'd.

74 III / 1
  • I know that we shall have him well to friend.
  • I know that we shall have him well to friend.
  • Servant. I'll fetch him presently.

    Brutus. I know that we shall have him well to friend.

75 III / 1
  • But here comes Antony.
    [Re-enter ANTONY]
    Welcome, Mark Antony.
  • But here comes Antony.
    [Re-enter ANTONY]
    Welcome, Mark Antony.
  • Cassius. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind
    That fears him much; and my misgiving still
    Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

    Brutus. But here comes Antony.
    [Re-enter ANTONY]
    Welcome, Mark Antony.

76 III / 1
  • O Antony, beg not your death of us.
    Though now we must appear bloody and cru...
  • 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.
  • ANTONY. 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 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,
    Fulfil 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.

    Brutus. 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.

77 III / 1
  • Only be patient till we have appeased
    The multitude, beside themselves with...
  • 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.
  • Cassius. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's
    In the disposing of new dignities.

    Brutus. 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.

78 III / 1
  • Or else were this a savage spectacle:
    Our reasons are so full of good regard...
  • 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.
  • ANTONY. 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.

    Brutus. 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.

79 III / 1
  • You shall, Mark Antony.
  • You shall, Mark Antony.
  • ANTONY. 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.

    Brutus. You shall, Mark Antony.

80 III / 1
  • By your pardon;
    I will myself into the pulpit first,
    And show the reason...
  • 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.
  • Cassius. 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 moved
    By that which he will utter?

    Brutus. 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.

81 III / 1
  • Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
    You shall not in your funeral spe...
  • 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.
  • Cassius. I know not what may fall; I like it not.

    Brutus. 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.

82 III / 1
  • Prepare the body then, and follow us.
  • Prepare the body then, and follow us.
  • ANTONY. Be it so.
    I do desire no more.

    Brutus. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

83 III / 2
  • Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
    Cassius, go you into the othe...
  • 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.
  • Citizens. We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.

    Brutus. 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.

84 III / 2
  • Be patient till the last.
    Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
  • 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 honour, and have respect to mine honour, 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 loved Caesar less, but that I loved
    Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
    die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
    all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
    as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
    valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
    slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
    fortune; honour for his valour; 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.
  • Third Citizen. The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!

    Brutus. 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 honour, and have respect to mine honour, 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 loved Caesar less, but that I loved
    Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
    die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
    all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
    as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
    valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
    slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
    fortune; honour for his valour; 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.

85 III / 2
  • Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
    Caesar than you shall do t...
  • Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
    Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
    his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
    extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
    enforced, for which he suffered death.
    [Enter 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 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.
  • All. None, Brutus, none.

    Brutus. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
    Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
    his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
    extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
    enforced, for which he suffered death.
    [Enter 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 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.

86 III / 2
  • My countrymen,--
  • My countrymen,--
  • First Citizen. We'll bring him to his house
    With shouts and clamours.

    Brutus. My countrymen,--

87 III / 2
  • Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
    And, for my sake, stay here with Anton...
  • 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.
  • First Citizen. Peace, ho!

    Brutus. 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.

88 IV / 2
  • Stand, ho!
  • Stand, ho!
  • OCTAVIUS. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
    And bay'd about with many enemies;
    And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
    Millions of mischiefs.

    Brutus. Stand, ho!

89 IV / 2
  • What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
  • What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
  • Lucilius. Give the word, ho! and stand.

    Brutus. What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?

90 IV / 2
  • He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
    In his own change, or by ill offic...
  • 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,
    I shall be satisfied.
  • Lucilius. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
    To do you salutation from his master.

    Brutus. 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,
    I shall be satisfied.

91 IV / 2
  • He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
    How he received you, let me be resolved...
  • He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
    How he received you, let me be resolved.
  • Pindarus. I do not doubt
    But that my noble master will appear
    Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

    Brutus. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius;
    How he received you, let me be resolved.

92 IV / 2
  • Thou hast described
    A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
    When love...
  • Thou hast described
    A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
    When love begins to sicken and decay,
    It useth an enforced ceremony.
    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;
    But when they should endure the bloody spur,
    They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
    Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
  • Lucilius. With courtesy and with respect enough;
    But not with such familiar instances,
    Nor with such free and friendly conference,
    As he hath used of old.

    Brutus. Thou hast described
    A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
    When love begins to sicken and decay,
    It useth an enforced ceremony.
    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;
    But when they should endure the bloody spur,
    They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
    Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

93 IV / 2
  • Hark! he is arrived.
    [Low march within]
    March gently on to meet him.
  • Hark! he is arrived.
    [Low march within]
    March gently on to meet him.
  • Lucilius. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
    The greater part, the horse in general,
    Are come with Cassius.

    Brutus. Hark! he is arrived.
    [Low march within]
    March gently on to meet him.

94 IV / 2
  • Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
  • Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
  • Cassius. Stand, ho!

    Brutus. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

95 IV / 2
  • Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
    And, if not so, how should I wrong...
  • Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
    And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
  • Cassius. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

    Brutus. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
    And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

96 IV / 2
  • Cassius, be content.
    Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well.
    Befor...
  • 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,
    Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
    Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
    And I will give you audience.
  • Cassius. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
    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,
    Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
    Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
    And I will give you audience.

97 IV / 2
  • Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
    Come to our tent till we have done...
  • Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
    Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
    Let Lucius and Tintinius guard our door.
  • Cassius. Pindarus,
    Bid our commanders lead their charges off
    A little from this ground.

    Brutus. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
    Come to our tent till we have done our conference.
    Let Lucius and Tintinius guard our door.

98 IV / 3
  • You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
  • You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
  • Cassius. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
    You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella
    For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
    Wherein my letters, praying on his side,
    Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

    Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

99 IV / 3
  • Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
    Are much condemn'd to have an itching...
  • Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
    Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
    To sell and mart your offices for gold
    To undeservers.
  • Cassius. In such a time as this it is not meet
    That every nice offence should bear his comment.

    Brutus. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
    Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
    To sell and mart your offices for gold
    To undeservers.

100 IV / 3
  • The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
    And chastisement doth therefore...
  • The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
    And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
  • Cassius. I an itching palm!
    You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
    Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

    Brutus. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,
    And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

101 IV / 3
  • Remember March, the ides of March remember:
    Did not great Julius bleed for j...
  • Remember March, the ides of March remember:
    Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
    What villain touch'd 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
    Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
    And sell the mighty space of our large honours
    For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
    I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
    Than such a Roman.
  • Cassius. Chastisement!

    Brutus. Remember March, the ides of March remember:
    Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
    What villain touch'd 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
    Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
    And sell the mighty space of our large honours
    For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
    I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
    Than such a Roman.

102 IV / 3
  • Go to; you are not, Cassius.
  • Go to; you are not, Cassius.
  • Cassius. Brutus, bay not me;
    I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
    To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,
    Older in practise, abler than yourself
    To make conditions.

    Brutus. Go to; you are not, Cassius.

103 IV / 3
  • I say you are not.
  • I say you are not.
  • Cassius. I am.

    Brutus. I say you are not.

104 IV / 3
  • Away, slight man!
  • Away, slight man!
  • Cassius. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
    Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

    Brutus. Away, slight man!

105 IV / 3
  • Hear me, for I will speak.
    Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
  • Hear me, for I will speak.
    Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
    Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
  • Cassius. 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?

106 IV / 3
  • All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
    Go show your slaves ho...
  • 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?
    Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
    Under your testy humour? 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. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

    Brutus. 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?
    Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
    Under your testy humour? 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.

107 IV / 3
  • You say you are a better soldier:
    Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,...
  • 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.
  • Cassius. Is it come to this?

    Brutus. 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.

108 IV / 3
  • If you did, I care not.
  • If you did, I care not.
  • Cassius. 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.

109 IV / 3
  • Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
  • Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
  • Cassius. When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

    Brutus. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

110 IV / 3
  • No.
  • No.
  • Cassius. I durst not!

    Brutus. No.

111 IV / 3
  • For your life you durst not!
  • For your life you durst not!
  • Cassius. What, durst not tempt him!

    Brutus. For your life you durst not!

112 IV / 3
  • You have done that you should be sorry for.
    There is no terror, Cassius, in...
  • You have done that you should be sorry for.
    There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
    For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
    That they pass by me as the idle wind,
    Which I respect not. I did send to you
    For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
    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
    To you for gold to pay my legions,
    Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
    Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
    When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
    To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
    Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
    Dash him to pieces!
  • Cassius. Do not presume too much upon my love;
    I may do that I shall be sorry for.

    Brutus. You have done that you should be sorry for.
    There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
    For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
    That they pass by me as the idle wind,
    Which I respect not. I did send to you
    For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:
    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
    To you for gold to pay my legions,
    Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
    Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
    When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
    To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
    Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;
    Dash him to pieces!

113 IV / 3
  • You did.
  • You did.
  • Cassius. I denied you not.

    Brutus. You did.

114 IV / 3
  • I do not, till you practise them on me.
  • I do not, till you practise them on me.
  • Cassius. I did not: he was but a fool that brought
    My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
    A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
    But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

    Brutus. I do not, till you practise them on me.

115 IV / 3
  • I do not like your faults.
  • I do not like your faults.
  • Cassius. You love me not.

    Brutus. I do not like your faults.

116 IV / 3
  • A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
    As huge as high Olympus.
  • A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
    As huge as high Olympus.
  • Cassius. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

    Brutus. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
    As huge as high Olympus.

117 IV / 3
  • Sheathe your dagger:
    Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
    Do wha...
  • Sheathe your dagger:
    Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
    Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
    O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
    That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
    Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
    And straight is cold again.
  • Cassius. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
    Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
    For Cassius is aweary of the world;
    Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
    Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
    Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
    To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
    My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
    And here my naked breast; within, a heart
    Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
    If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
    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 better
    Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

    Brutus. Sheathe your dagger:
    Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
    Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
    O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
    That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
    Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
    And straight is cold again.

118 IV / 3
  • When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
  • When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
  • Cassius. Hath Cassius lived
    To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
    When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?

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

119 IV / 3
  • And my heart too.
  • And my heart too.
  • Cassius. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

    Brutus. And my heart too.

120 IV / 3
  • What's the matter?
  • What's the matter?
  • Cassius. O Brutus!

    Brutus. What's the matter?

121 IV / 3
  • Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
    When you are over-earnest with your Brut...
  • Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,
    When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
    He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
  • Cassius. Have not you love enough to bear with me,
    When that rash humour which my mother gave me
    Makes me forgetful?

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

122 IV / 3
  • Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
  • Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
  • Cassius. Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

    Brutus. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

123 IV / 3
  • I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
    What should the wars do with t...
  • I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
    What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
    Companion, hence!
  • Cassius. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.

    Brutus. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time:
    What should the wars do with these jigging fools?
    Companion, hence!

124 IV / 3
  • Lucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders
    Prepare to lodge their companies...
  • Lucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders
    Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.
  • Cassius. Away, away, be gone.

    Brutus. Lucilius and Tintinius, bid the commanders
    Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

125 IV / 3
  • Lucius, a bowl of wine!
  • Lucius, a bowl of wine!
  • Cassius. And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you
    Immediately to us.

    Brutus. Lucius, a bowl of wine!

126 IV / 3
  • O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
  • O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
  • Cassius. I did not think you could have been so angry.

    Brutus. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

127 IV / 3
  • No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
  • No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
  • Cassius. Of your philosophy you make no use,
    If you give place to accidental evils.

    Brutus. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

128 IV / 3
  • She is dead.
  • She is dead.
  • Cassius. Ha! Portia!

    Brutus. She is dead.

129 IV / 3
  • Impatient of my absence,
    And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
    ...
  • Impatient of my absence,
    And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
    Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
    That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
    And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
  • Cassius. How 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?
    O insupportable and touching loss!
    Upon what sickness?

    Brutus. Impatient of my absence,
    And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
    Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death
    That tidings came;--with this she fell distract,
    And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.

130 IV / 3
  • Even so.
  • Even so.
  • Cassius. And died so?

    Brutus. Even so.

131 IV / 3
  • Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
    In this I bury all unkindness,...
  • Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
    In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
  • Cassius. O ye immortal gods!

    Brutus. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
    In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.

132 IV / 3
  • Come in, Tintinius!
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    [Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA]
  • Come in, Tintinius!
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    [Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA]
    Welcome, good Messala.
    Now sit we close about this taper here,
    And call in question our necessities.
  • Cassius. 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.

    Brutus. Come in, Tintinius!
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    [Re-enter Tintinius, with MESSALA]
    Welcome, good Messala.
    Now sit we close about this taper here,
    And call in question our necessities.

133 IV / 3
  • No more, I pray you.
    Messala, I have here received letters,
    That young O...
  • No more, I pray you.
    Messala, I have here received letters,
    That young Octavius and Mark Antony
    Come down upon us with a mighty power,
    Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
  • Cassius. Portia, art thou gone?

    Brutus. No more, I pray you.
    Messala, I have here received letters,
    That young Octavius and Mark Antony
    Come down upon us with a mighty power,
    Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

134 IV / 3
  • With what addition?
  • With what addition?
  • Messala. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor.

    Brutus. With what addition?

135 IV / 3
  • Therein our letters do not well agree;
    Mine speak of seventy senators that d...
  • Therein our letters do not well agree;
    Mine speak of seventy senators that died
    By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
  • Messala. That by proscription and bills of outlawry,
    Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,
    Have put to death an hundred senators.

    Brutus. Therein our letters do not well agree;
    Mine speak of seventy senators that died
    By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

136 IV / 3
  • No, Messala.
  • No, Messala.
  • Messala. Cicero is dead,
    And by that order of proscription.
    Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

    Brutus. No, Messala.

137 IV / 3
  • Nothing, Messala.
  • Nothing, Messala.
  • Messala. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

    Brutus. Nothing, Messala.

138 IV / 3
  • Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
  • Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
  • Messala. That, methinks, is strange.

    Brutus. Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?

139 IV / 3
  • Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
  • Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
  • Messala. No, my lord.

    Brutus. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

140 IV / 3
  • Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
    With meditating that she must d...
  • Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
    With meditating that she must die once,
    I have the patience to endure it now.
  • Messala. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
    For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

    Brutus. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
    With meditating that she must die once,
    I have the patience to endure it now.

141 IV / 3
  • Well, to our work alive. What do you think
    Of marching to Philippi presently...
  • Well, to our work alive. What do you think
    Of marching to Philippi presently?
  • Cassius. I have as much of this in art as you,
    But yet my nature could not bear it so.

    Brutus. Well, to our work alive. What do you think
    Of marching to Philippi presently?

142 IV / 3
  • Your reason?
  • Your reason?
  • Cassius. I do not think it good.

    Brutus. Your reason?

143 IV / 3
  • Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
    The people 'twixt Philipp...
  • Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
    The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
    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 refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
    From which advantage shall we cut him off,
    If at Philippi we do face him there,
    These people at our back.
  • Cassius. This it is:
    'Tis better that the enemy seek us:
    So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
    Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still,
    Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.

    Brutus. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
    The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
    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 refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
    From which advantage shall we cut him off,
    If at Philippi we do face him there,
    These people at our back.

144 IV / 3
  • Under your pardon. You must note beside,
    That we have tried the utmost of ou...
  • Under your pardon. You must note beside,
    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,
    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,
    Or lose our ventures.
  • Cassius. Hear me, good brother.

    Brutus. Under your pardon. You must note beside,
    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,
    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,
    Or lose our ventures.

145 IV / 3
  • The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
    And nature must obey necessity;
  • The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
    And nature must obey necessity;
    Which we will niggard with a little rest.
    There is no more to say?
  • Cassius. Then, with your will, go on;
    We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

    Brutus. The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
    And nature must obey necessity;
    Which we will niggard with a little rest.
    There is no more to say?

146 IV / 3
  • Lucius!
    [Enter LUCIUS]
    My gown.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Farewell, good Mes...
  • Lucius!
    [Enter LUCIUS]
    My gown.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Farewell, good Messala:
    Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
    Good night, and good repose.
  • Cassius. No more. Good night:
    Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.

    Brutus. Lucius!
    [Enter LUCIUS]
    My gown.
    [Exit LUCIUS]
    Farewell, good Messala:
    Good night, Tintinius. Noble, noble Cassius,
    Good night, and good repose.

147 IV / 3
  • Every thing is well.
  • Every thing is well.
  • Cassius. O my dear brother!
    This was an ill beginning of the night:
    Never come such division 'tween our souls!
    Let it not, Brutus.

    Brutus. Every thing is well.

148 IV / 3
  • Good night, good brother.
  • Good night, good brother.
  • Cassius. Good night, my lord.

    Brutus. Good night, good brother.

149 IV / 3
  • Farewell, every one.
    [Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
    [Re-enter LUCIUS, with the...
  • Farewell, every one.
    [Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
    [Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]
    Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
  • Tintinius. [with MESSALA] Good night, Lord Brutus.

    Brutus. Farewell, every one.
    [Exeunt all but BRUTUS]
    [Re-enter LUCIUS, with the gown]
    Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?

150 IV / 3
  • What, thou speak'st drowsily?
    Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-wa...
  • What, thou speak'st drowsily?
    Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
    Call Claudius and some other of my men:
    I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
  • Lucius. Here in the tent.

    Brutus. What, thou speak'st drowsily?
    Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd.
    Call Claudius and some other of my men:
    I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.

151 IV / 3
  • I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
    It may be I shall raise you by a...
  • 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.
  • Varro. Calls my lord?

    Brutus. 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.

152 IV / 3
  • I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
    It may be I shall otherwise beth...
  • I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
    It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
    Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
    I put it in the pocket of my gown.
  • Varro. So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.

    Brutus. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
    It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
    Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
    I put it in the pocket of my gown.

153 IV / 3
  • Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
    Canst thou hold up thy heavy ey...
  • Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
    Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
    And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
  • Lucius. I was sure your lordship did not give it me.

    Brutus. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
    Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
    And touch thy instrument a strain or two?

154 IV / 3
  • It does, my boy:
    I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
  • It does, my boy:
    I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
  • Lucius. Ay, my lord, an't please you.

    Brutus. It does, my boy:
    I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.

155 IV / 3
  • I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
    I know young bloods look for a ti...
  • I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
    I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
  • Lucius. It is my duty, sir.

    Brutus. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
    I know young bloods look for a time of rest.

156 IV / 3
  • It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
    I will not hold thee long: if...
  • 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]
    This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
    Lay'st 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.
    Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
    Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
    [Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]
    How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
    I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
    That shapes this monstrous apparition.
    It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
    Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
    That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
    Speak to me what thou art.
  • Lucius. I have slept, my lord, already.

    Brutus. 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]
    This is a sleepy tune. O murderous slumber,
    Lay'st 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.
    Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
    Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
    [Enter the Ghost of CAESAR]
    How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
    I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
    That shapes this monstrous apparition.
    It comes upon me. Art thou any thing?
    Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
    That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
    Speak to me what thou art.

157 IV / 3
  • Why comest thou?
  • Why comest thou?
  • Caesar. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.

    Brutus. Why comest thou?

158 IV / 3
  • Well; then I shall see thee again?
  • Well; then I shall see thee again?
  • Caesar. To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.

    Brutus. Well; then I shall see thee again?

159 IV / 3
  • Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
    [Exit Ghost]
    Now I have taken he...
  • Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
    [Exit Ghost]
    Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
    Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
    Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!
  • Caesar. Ay, at Philippi.

    Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
    [Exit Ghost]
    Now I have taken heart thou vanishest:
    Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.
    Boy, Lucius! Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake! Claudius!

160 IV / 3
  • He thinks he still is at his instrument.
    Lucius, awake!
  • He thinks he still is at his instrument.
    Lucius, awake!
  • Lucius. The strings, my lord, are false.

    Brutus. He thinks he still is at his instrument.
    Lucius, awake!

161 IV / 3
  • Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
  • Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
  • Lucius. My lord?

    Brutus. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?

162 IV / 3
  • Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
  • Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
  • Lucius. My lord, I do not know that I did cry.

    Brutus. Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?

163 IV / 3
  • Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
    [To VARRO]
    Fellow thou, awake!
  • Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
    [To VARRO]
    Fellow thou, awake!
  • Lucius. Nothing, my lord.

    Brutus. Sleep again, Lucius. Sirrah Claudius!
    [To VARRO]
    Fellow thou, awake!

164 IV / 3
  • Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
  • Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
  • Claudius. My lord?

    Brutus. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?

165 IV / 3
  • Ay: saw you any thing?
  • Ay: saw you any thing?
  • Varro. [with Claudius] Did we, my lord?

    Brutus. Ay: saw you any thing?

166 IV / 3
  • Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
    Bid him set on his powers betimes b...
  • Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
    Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
    And we will follow.
  • Claudius. Nor I, my lord.

    Brutus. Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
    Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
    And we will follow.

167 V / 1
  • They stand, and would have parley.
  • They stand, and would have parley.
  • OCTAVIUS. I do not cross you; but I will do so.
    [March]
    [Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army;
    LUCILIUS, Tintinius, MESSALA, and others]

    Brutus. They stand, and would have parley.

168 V / 1
  • Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
  • Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?
  • OCTAVIUS. Stir not until the signal.

    Brutus. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen?

169 V / 1
  • Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
  • Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
  • OCTAVIUS. Not that we love words better, as you do.

    Brutus. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

170 V / 1
  • O, yes, and soundless too;
    For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
    An...
  • O, yes, and soundless too;
    For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
    And very wisely threat before you sting.
  • ANTONY. Not stingless too.

    Brutus. O, yes, and soundless too;
    For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
    And very wisely threat before you sting.

171 V / 1
  • Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
    Unless thou bring'st them wit...
  • Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
    Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
  • OCTAVIUS. 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;
    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.

    Brutus. Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors' hands,
    Unless thou bring'st them with thee.

172 V / 1
  • O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
    Young man, thou couldst not die m...
  • O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
    Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.
  • OCTAVIUS. So I hope;
    I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.

    Brutus. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
    Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable.

173 V / 1
  • Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
  • Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.
  • Cassius. Why, now, blow wind, swell billow and swim bark!
    The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.

    Brutus. Ho, Lucilius! hark, a word with you.

174 V / 1
  • Even so, Lucilius.
  • Even so, Lucilius.
  • Cassius. I but believe it partly;
    For I am fresh of spirit and resolved
    To meet all perils very constantly.

    Brutus. Even so, Lucilius.

175 V / 1
  • Even by the rule of that philosophy
    By which I did blame Cato for the death...
  • 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
    The time of life: arming myself with patience
    To stay the providence of some high powers
    That govern us below.
  • Cassius. Now, most noble Brutus,
    The gods to-day stand friendly, that we may,
    Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age!
    But since the affairs of men rest 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 determined to do?

    Brutus. 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
    The time of life: arming myself with patience
    To stay the providence of some high powers
    That govern us below.

176 V / 1
  • No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman,
    That ever Brutus will go bound...
  • 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;
    And whether we shall meet again I know not.
    Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
    For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
    If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
    If not, why then, this parting was well made.
  • Cassius. Then, if we lose this battle,
    You are contented to be led in triumph
    Thorough the streets of Rome?

    Brutus. 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;
    And whether we shall meet again I know not.
    Therefore our everlasting farewell take:
    For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
    If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
    If not, why then, this parting was well made.

177 V / 1
  • Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
    The end of this day's business...
  • Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
    The end of this day's business ere it come!
    But it sufficeth that the day will end,
    And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!
  • Cassius. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus!
    If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
    If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

    Brutus. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
    The end of this day's business ere it come!
    But it sufficeth that the day will end,
    And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!

178 V / 2
  • Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
    Unto the legions on the othe...
  • Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
    Unto the legions on the other side.
    [Loud alarum]
    Let them set on at once; for I perceive
    But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
    And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
    Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.
  • Brutus. Why, then, lead on. O, that a man might know
    The end of this day's business ere it come!
    But it sufficeth that the day will end,
    And then the end is known. Come, ho! away!

    Brutus. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
    Unto the legions on the other side.
    [Loud alarum]
    Let them set on at once; for I perceive
    But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,
    And sudden push gives them the overthrow.
    Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down.

179 V / 3
  • Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
  • Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?
  • Tintinius. Hie you, Messala,
    And I will seek for Pindarus the while.
    [Exit MESSALA]
    Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?
    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 shouts?
    Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing!
    But, hold thee, take this garland on thy 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
    Come, Cassius' sword, and find Tintinius' heart.
    [Kills himself]
    [Alarum. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO,
    STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS]

    Brutus. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie?

180 V / 3
  • Tintinius' face is upward.
  • Tintinius' face is upward.
  • Messala. Lo, yonder, and Tintinius mourning it.

    Brutus. Tintinius' face is upward.

181 V / 3
  • O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
    Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our...
  • O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
    Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
    In our own proper entrails.
  • Young Cato. He is slain.

    Brutus. O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
    Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
    In our own proper entrails.

182 V / 3
  • Are yet two Romans living such as these?
    The last of all the Romans, fare th...
  • Are yet two Romans living such as these?
    The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
    It is impossible that ever Rome
    Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
    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;
    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.
  • Young Cato. Brave Tintinius!
    Look, whether he have not crown'd dead Cassius!

    Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
    The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
    It is impossible that ever Rome
    Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
    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;
    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.

183 V / 4
  • Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
  • Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!
  • Brutus. Are yet two Romans living such as these?
    The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
    It is impossible that ever Rome
    Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
    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;
    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.

    Brutus. Yet, countrymen, O, yet hold up your heads!

184 V / 4
  • And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
    Brutus, my country's friend; know me for...
  • And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
    Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!
  • Young Cato. 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!
    A foe to tyrants, and my country's friend;
    I am the son of Marcus Cato, ho!

    Brutus. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I;
    Brutus, my country's friend; know me for Brutus!

185 V / 5
  • Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
  • Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
  • ANTONY. 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
    Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
    And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
    And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
    How every thing is chanced.

    Brutus. Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.

186 V / 5
  • Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
    It is a deed in fashion. Hark th...
  • Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
    It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.
  • Clitus. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord,
    He came not back: he is or ta'en or slain.

    Brutus. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word;
    It is a deed in fashion. Hark thee, Clitus.

187 V / 5
  • Peace then! no words.
  • Peace then! no words.
  • Clitus. What, I, my lord? No, not for all the world.

    Brutus. Peace then! no words.

188 V / 5
  • Hark thee, Dardanius.
  • Hark thee, Dardanius.
  • Clitus. I'll rather kill myself.

    Brutus. Hark thee, Dardanius.

189 V / 5
  • Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
  • Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.
  • Clitus. Now is that noble vessel full of grief,
    That it runs over even at his eyes.

    Brutus. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word.

190 V / 5
  • Why, this, Volumnius:
    The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
    Two severa...
  • Why, this, Volumnius:
    The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd 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. What says my lord?

    Brutus. Why, this, Volumnius:
    The ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me
    Two several times by night; at Sardis once,
    And, this last night, here in Philippi fields:
    I know my hour is come.

191 V / 5
  • Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
    Thou seest the world, Volumnius, how it goe...
  • 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,
    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.
  • Volumnius. Not so, my lord.

    Brutus. 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,
    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.

192 V / 5
  • Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius.
    Strato, thou hast been all thi...
  • 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.
    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:
    Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
    That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
  • Clitus. Fly, fly, my lord; there is no tarrying here.

    Brutus. 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.
    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:
    Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,
    That have but labour'd to attain this hour.

193 V / 5
  • Hence! I will follow.
    [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
    I prithe...
  • Hence! I will follow.
    [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
    I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
    Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
    Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
    Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
    While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?
  • Clitus. Fly, my lord, fly.

    Brutus. Hence! I will follow.
    [Exeunt CLITUS, DARDANIUS, and VOLUMNIUS]
    I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord:
    Thou art a fellow of a good respect;
    Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it:
    Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face,
    While I do run upon it. Wilt thou, Strato?

194 V / 5
  • Farewell, good Strato.
    [Runs on his sword]
    Caesar, now be still:
    ...
  • Farewell, good Strato.
    [Runs on his sword]
    Caesar, now be still:
    I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
    [Dies]
    [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
    LUCILIUS, and the army]
  • Strato. Give me your hand first. Fare you well, my lord.

    Brutus. Farewell, good Strato.
    [Runs on his sword]
    Caesar, now be still:
    I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
    [Dies]
    [Alarum. Retreat. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA,
    LUCILIUS, and the army]

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