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.ANTONYBe it so.I do desire no more.BRUTUSPrepare the body then, and follow us.[Exeunt all but ANTONY]ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!Thou art the ruins of the noblest manThat ever lived in the tide of times.Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, --Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue --A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;Domestic fury and fierce civil strifeShall cumber all the parts of Italy;Blood and destruction shall be so in useAnd dreadful objects so familiarThat mothers shall but smile when they beholdTheir infants quarter'd with the hands of war;All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,With Ate by his side come hot from hell,Shall in these confines with a monarch's voiceCry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;That this foul deed shall smell above the earthWith carrion men, groaning for burial.[Enter a Servant]You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?ServantI do, Mark Antony.ANTONYCaesar did write for him to come to Rome.ServantHe did receive his letters, and is coming;And bid me say to you by word of mouth --O Caesar! --[Seeing the body]ANTONYThy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,Began to water.Is thy master coming?ServantHe lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.ANTONYPost back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;Hie hence, and tell him so.Yet, stay awhile;Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corseInto the market-place: there shall I tryIn my oration, how the people takeThe cruel issue of these bloody men;According to the which, thou shalt discourseTo young Octavius of the state of things.Lend me your hand.[Exeunt with CAESAR's body]--------------------------------------"scene" 2Scene 2[The Forum.][Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS, and a throng of Citizens]CitizensWe will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.BRUTUSThen 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 renderedOf Caesar's death.First CitizenI will hear Brutus speak.Second CitizenI will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,When severally we hear them rendered.[Exit CASSIUS, with some of the Citizens.BRUTUS goes into thepulpit]Third CitizenThe noble Brutus is ascended: silence!BRUTUSBe patient till the last.Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for mycause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe mefor mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, thatyou may believe: censure me in your wisdom, andawake your senses, that you may the better judge.If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend ofCaesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesarwas no less than his.If then that friend demandwhy Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:-- Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I lovedRome more.Had you rather Caesar were living anddie all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to liveall free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he wasvaliant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, Islew him.There is tears for his love; joy for hisfortune; honour for his valour; and death for hisambition.Who is here so base that would be abondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? Ifany, speak; for him have I offended.Who is here sovile that will not love his country? If any, speak;for him have I offended.I pause for a reply.AllNone, Brutus, none.BRUTUSThen none have I offended.I have done no more toCaesar than you shall do to Brutus.The question ofhis death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory notextenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offencesenforced, for which he suffered death
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