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Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. Brutus He is addressā€™d: press near and second him. Cinna Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Caesar

Are we all ready? What is now amiss
That Caesar and his senate must redress?

Metellus

Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar,
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heartā ā€”Kneeling.

Caesar

I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Caesar bears such rebel blood
That will be thawā€™d from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked courtā€™sies and base spaniel-fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.

Metellus

Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Caesarā€™s ear
For the repealing of my banishā€™d brother?

Brutus

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

Caesar What, Brutus! Cassius

Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Caesar

I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fixā€™d and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumberā€™d sparks,
They are all fire and everyone doth shine,
But thereā€™s but one in all doth hold his place:
So in the world; ā€™tis furnishā€™d well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banishā€™d,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cinna O Caesarā ā€” Caesar Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Decius Great Caesarā ā€” Caesar Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Casca Speak, hands for me! Casca first, then the other Conspirators and Marcus Brutus stab Caesar. Caesar Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Caesar. Dies. Cinna

Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cassius

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out
ā€œLiberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!ā€

Brutus

People and senators, be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still: ambitionā€™s debt is paid.

Casca Go to the pulpit, Brutus. Decius And Cassius too. Brutus Whereā€™s Publius? Cinna Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Metellus

Stand fast together, lest some friend of Caesarā€™s
Should chanceā ā€”

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.

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.

Re-enter Trebonius. Cassius Where is Antony? 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; ā€™tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

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 Caesarā€™s friends, that have abridged
His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesarā€™s blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons oā€™er our heads,
Letā€™s all cry ā€œPeace, freedom and liberty!ā€

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 Pompeyā€™s basis lies along
No worthier than the dust!

Cassius

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be callā€™d
The men that gave their country liberty.

Decius What, shall we forth? Cassius

Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant. Brutus Soft! who comes here? A friend of Antonyā€™s. 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 fearā€™d Caesar, honourā€™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 untouchā€™d.

Servant Iā€™ll fetch him presently. Exit. Brutus I know that we shall have him well to friend. 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. 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 Caesarā€™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

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