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Hath told you !
was my But Brutus says,
CH A P. X X V. Antony's funeral oration over Cæsar's
body. RIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your
Cæsar was ambitious ;
he was ambitious;
he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown; Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition & Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him
not without cause. What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him! O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason..--Bear with me.--My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must panse till it come back to me.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember, The first time ever Cæsar put it on, 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent. That day he overcame the NerviiLook! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; See what a rent the envious Casca made.Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it! As rushing out of doors, to be resolvid, If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no: For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel. Judge, oh
oh ye gods! how dearly Cæsar lov'd him;
but behold Out Cæsar's vesture wounded ? look
here! Here is hinself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.... Good friends, sweet friends, me not stir you
up To any sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, 1 know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honour
able; And will, no doubt, with reason answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
my friends : and that they know full
well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action nor uttrance , nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor , poor
dumb mouths! And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
SHAKESPEARE. CH A P. X X V I. The Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius. Cas. That you have wrongʻd me doth appear in You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man) was slighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a
Cas. In such a time as this it is not meet That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet 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.
Cas. I an itching palm?You know, that you are Brutus that spake this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this core
ruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.. Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re
Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not , Cassius.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myselfHave mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. .
Bru. Away, slight man!
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ?
Cas. O god.! ye gods! must I endure all this?
heart break; Go tell
slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must Í 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, Tho'it do split you : for from this day forth, l'll use you for my mirth , yea , for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Cas. Is it come to this?
Bru. 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,
me Brutus ;
a better? Bru. If you did , I care not. Cas. When Cæsar liv'd, he durst not thus have
mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted
durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do what I shall be
for. Bru. 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 deny'd me; For I can raise no money by vile means. By heav'n, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring! From the hard hand of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Cas. I deny'd
Cas. I did not he was but a fool