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.[Re-enter ANTONY]Welcome, Mark Antony.ANTONYO 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 fitAs Caesar's death hour, nor no instrumentOf half that worth as those your swords, made richWith 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.BRUTUSO 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 handsAnd 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 heartsOf brothers' temper, do receive you inWith all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.CASSIUSYour voice shall be as strong as any man'sIn the disposing of new dignities.BRUTUSOnly be patient till we have appeasedThe 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.ANTONYI doubt not of your wisdom.Let each man render me his bloody hand:First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.Gentlemen all, -- alas, what shall I say?My credit now stands on such slippery ground,That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,Either a coward or a flatterer.That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:If then thy spirit look upon us now,Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,It would become me better than to closeIn terms of friendship with thine enemies.Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.How like a deer, strucken by many princes,Dost thou here lie!CASSIUSMark Antony, --ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius:The enemies of Caesar shall say this;Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.CASSIUSI blame you not for praising Caesar so;But what compact mean you to have with us?Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;Or shall we on, and not depend on you?ANTONYTherefore 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 reasonsWhy and wherein Caesar was dangerous.BRUTUSOr else were this a savage spectacle:Our reasons are so full of good regardThat were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,You should be satisfied.ANTONYThat's all I seek:And am moreover suitor that I mayProduce his body to the market-place;And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,Speak in the order of his funeral.BRUTUSYou shall, Mark Antony.CASSIUSBrutus, a word with you.[Aside to BRUTUS]You know not what you do: do not consentThat Antony speak in his funeral:Know you how much the people may be movedBy that which he will utter?BRUTUSBy your pardon;I will myself into the pulpit first,And show the reason of our Caesar's death:What Antony shall speak, I will protestHe speaks by leave and by permission,And that we are contented Caesar shallHave all true rites and lawful ceremonies.It shall advantage more than do us wrong.CASSIUSI know not what may fall; I like it not.BRUTUSMark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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