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Julius Caesar: Semi-Diplomatic Edition

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Julius Cæsar

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Drammatis Personæ

Julius Cæsar
Octavius
Mark Antony
Lepidus
Marcus Brutus
Caius Cassius
Caska
Cinna
Metellus Cymber
Trebonius
Caius Ligarius
Decius Brutus
Publius
Popilius
Artemidorus
Titinius Lievtenant Generall under Cassius
Lucilius
Cato junior
Messala } officers under Brutus Volumnius
Clitus
Dardanius
Strato { followers of Brutus Varrus
Claudio } Servants to Brutus Pindarus, Bondman to Cassius
Lucius. Brutus’s page.
Calphurnia Cæsar’s wife
Portia: wife to Brutus
A Soothsayer
Artizans and plebeians
Soldiers, Servants.
Cicero
Flavius
Murellus*

The Tragedy of
Julius Cæsar

Actꝯus jmus

Scena ja

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133 Enter flavius Murellus and
Certain commoners over
the Stage;

Sp1Fl:

hence home you idle cre‸atures get you home:
Is this a holyday? wtwhat know you not, being mechanicall
(Being mechanicall) you ought not walke
upon a labouring day wthoutwithout yethe signe
of your profession? Speake what trade art thou?

Sp2Carp:

why sir a Carpenter.

Sp3Mur:

where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
what doest thou wthwith thy best apparell on?
you sir what trade are you.

Sp4Cobl:

truly sir in respect of a fine workman I am
but as you would say a cobler.

Sp5Mur:

but wtwhat trade art thou? answer me directly

Sp6Cobl:

a trade sir ytthat I hope I may use wthwith a safe consciconscience;
ence; wchwhich indeed sir is a mender of bad soules

Sp7Fl:

wtwhat trade thou knave? thou naughty knave wtwhat trade?

Sp8Cobl:

nay I beseech you sir be not out wthwith me: yet
If you be out sir I can mend you.

Sp9Mur:

wtwhat meanst thou by ytthat? mend me thou sawcy fellow?

Sp10Cobl:

why sir coble you

Sp11Fl:

thou art a cobler art thou?

Sp12Cob:

truly sir all ytthat I live by is yethe aule: I meddle
wthwith no tradesmens busyness

: but wthwithall I am indeed sir a sursurgeon
geon to old shoreoes: when they are in great danger I
recover them: as proper men as ever trod upon Neats lealeather
therhave gone upon my handy worck

Sp13Fl:

but wherfor art not in thy shop to day
why dost thou leat

these men about yethe streets?

Sp14Cob:

truly sir to wear out their shoreoes, to get my
selfe into more worcke. but indeed sir we make holyday
to day so see Cæsar and rejoyce in his triumph.

Sp15Mur:

wherfor rejoyce?
what conquest brings he home
what tributaries follow him to Rome,
to grace in captive bonds his chariot wheeles?
you blocks you stones you worse than senseless things
o you hard hearts you cruel men of Rome
Knew you not Pompey, many a time and oft
have you clibmbd up to walls and Battlements
to towers and windowes, yea to Chimney tops
your infants in you armes and there have sate
the live-long day wthwith patient expectation
to see great Pompey pass yethe streets of Rome
and when you saw his chariot but appear
have you not made an universall shout
that Tyber trembled underneath her bancks
to hear yethe replication of your sounds.
made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And doe you now cull out a Holyday?
And doe you strew flowers in his way
that comes in triumph over pompey’s blood?
Begone,
Runn you to your houses fall upon your knees
pray to yethe Gods to intermitt the plague
that needs must light on this ingratitude.

Sp16Fla.

Goe goe good countrymen and for this fault
assemble all yethe poor men of your sort;*

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Draw ’em to Tybers bancks, and weep your tears
into yethe channell till yethe lowest stream do kiss yethe most exalexalted
ted shores of all. Exeunt all yethe Commoners
see where their basest metle benotbe not moved
They vanish tongue tyed in their guiltyness:
Goo you down ytthat way towards yethe Capitoll
This way will I; disrobe yethe images
If you find ‘em deckt wthwith ceremonyes

Sp17Mur:

may we doe so
you know its is yethe feast of Lupercall

Sp18Fla:

it is no matter lett no images
Be hung wthwith Cæsars

trophyes: ’ill about
and drive away yethe wvulgar from yethe streets
so do you too where you ꝑpercieve them thick
These growing feathers fpluck’t from cæsars wing
will make him fly an ordinary Pitch
and keep us all who else would sour about yethe viewe of men
and keep us all in servile fearfullness.

Exeunt

Scena 2a*

Enter Cæsar, Anthony for yethe course Calphurnia
Portia decius, Cicero, CBrutus Cassius
Casca a soothsayer: after them
Murellus and Flavius.*

Sp19Cas:

Carlphurnia.

Sp20Caska:

peace ho, cCæsar speaks

Sp21Caes:

Calphurnia

Sp22Calp:

here my LdLord

Sp23Caes:

Stand you directly in Antonio’s way
when he doeth hrun his course, Antonio

Sp24Ant

Cæsar my LdLord

Sp25Caes

Forget not in your speed Antonio

to touch Calphurnia for our Elders say
the Barren touched in this holy chace,
Shake of their stelrile curse

Sp26Ant.

I shall remember
when Cæsar sayes doe this: it is ꝑperform’d

Sp27Caes

set on and leave no Ceremony out

Sp28South:

Cæsar

Sp29Caes.

Ha. who calls

Sp30Cask:

bid every noyse be still: peace yet again.

Sp31Caes:

who is it in yethe Presse ytthat calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller ynthan all yethe musick
cry Cæsar: speak Cæsar is turn’d to hear

Sp32Sooth:

Beware yethe Ides of march.

Sp33Caes

wtwhat man is that

Sp34Br:

a Soothsayer bids you beware yethe Ides of march.

Sp35Caes:

Set him before me let me se his face.

Sp36Cass:

fellow come from yethe throng look upon Cæsar

Sp37Caes:

wtwhat sayest thou to me now? look upon Cæsar.

Sp38Sooth.

Beware yethe Ides of march.

Sp39Caes:

he is a dreamer let hi us leave him: CPasse

Exeunt.

Man: Brutꝯus et Cassius

Sp40Cass:

will you goe see yethe order of yethe course

Sp41Brut:

not I. I .

Sp42Cass:

I pray you doe.

Sp43Brut

I am not Gamesome. I doe lack some part
of ytthat quick spirit ytthat is in Antony:
lett me not hinder cCassiꝯus your desires;
’ill leave you*

Sp44Cas:

Brutus I doe observe you now of late
I have not from your eyes ytthat gentleness
and shew of love ytthat I was wont to have
yo bear too stubborne and too strange a hand
over your friends ytthat love you

Sp45Brut.

Cassius
Be not decieved if I have chang’d my look
I turn yethe trouble of my countenance

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meerly upon my self: vexed I am
of late wthwith passions of some difference.
conceptions olnly proper to my selfe
which give some soyl perhaps to my behaviour
But lett not therfor my good friends be griev’d
(amongst wchwhich number Cassius you are one)
nor ꝯconstrue any farther my neglect
than ’that poor Brutus wthwith himself att war
forgetts yethe shews of love to other men.

Sp46Cass.

then Brutus I have much mistooke your passion,
by means of which

this breast of mine hath buried
thoughts of great value worthy cogitations.
tell me great Brutus can you see your face

Sp47Brut:

no Cassius
For yethe eye sees not himselfe but by reflection
By some other things.

Sp48Cass:

’tis just
And it is very much lamented Brutus
ytthat you have no such mirrors as will turne
your hidden worthiness into your eye
that myou might see your shadow
I have heard
when many of yethe best respect in Rome
(except immortall Cæsar) speaking of Brutus
have

wish’d ytthat noble Brutus had his eyes

Sp49Brut:

into what dangers would you
lead me Cassius?
ytthat you would have seek into my self
For ytthat wchwhich is not in me

Sp50Cass:

Therfor Good Brutus be prepar’d to hear
and since you know you cannot see your selfe
so well as by reflection, I your glass
will modestly discover to your self.
That of your self wchwhich yet you know not of

And be not Jealous on me gentle Brutus
Were I as common laughter or did use
to stale with ordinary oathʼs my love
to every new protester: If you know
that I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after Scandall them or if you know
that I profess in Banqueting my favour

to all yethe rout, then hold me dangerous. Floubrish and Shouts

Sp51Brut:

wtwhat means this shouting
I doe fear yethe people choose cæsar
for their king.

Sp52Cass:

I. Doe you fear it
Then I must thinck you would not have it so

Sp53Brut:

I would not Cassiꝯus: yet I love him well
But wherfore do you hold me here so long
wtwhat is it ytthat you wldwould impart to me?
if it be ought towards yethe generall good
set honour in one eye and Death i’th other
and I will looke on both indifferenly
for lett yethe Gods so speed me as I love
yethe name of honour more ynthan I feare Death

Sp54Cass:

I know ytthat virtue to be in you Brutus
as well as I Do know your outward favor
well, honor is yethe subject of my story:
I cannot tell wtwhat you and other men,
thinck of this life: But by my single self
I had as liefe not be as live. to be
in awe of such a thing as I my self.
I was born free as Cæsar, so were you
we both have feds

as well and we can both
endure yethe winters cold as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and Gusty Day
Cæsar sayes odto me Dars’t thou cassius now
(yethe troubled tyber chasing wthwith her shores)

leap in with me into this angry flood

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And swim to yonder point? upon yethe word
accoutred as I was I plunged in
and bad him follow: so indeed he did.
The torrent roared and we did buffet it
wthwith lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
and stemming it wthwith hearts of controversye
but eere we could arrive yethe point proposd
cæsar cry’d. help Cassius or I sinck.
I (as æneeasæneas our great ancestor
Did from yethe from yethe* flames of troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear) so from yethe waves of Tyber
did I yethe tyr’d Cæsar: and this man,
is now become a god and Cassius is
a wretched creature and must bend his body
if Cæsar carelessly but nod to him.
He had a feaver when he went to

Spain,
and when yethe fitt was on him I did mark
how hdid

shake, tis true this God did shake,
his coward lips did from their colour fly
and ytthat same eye whose bend does awe yethe world
did loose its

luster; I did hear him groan:
I and that tongue of his, that bad yethe Romans
mark him, and write his speeches in their Books
alas it cry’d give me some drinck Titinius
as a sick Girle; yethe Gods it doth amaze me
a mamn of such a feeble temper should
so get yethe statrt of yethe majestick world,
and bear yethe palm ‸alone before him (Shout Again

Sp55Brut.

another generall shout
I doe beleeve that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap’d on Cæsar

Sp56Cas:

why man he doth bestride yethe narrow world

like some colossus and we petty men,
walk under his huge legs and peep about
to find our selfves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are matsters of their fates.
The fault Deer Brutus is not in our stars
But in our selves ytthat we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar wtwhat should be in ytthat Cæsar
why should ytthat name be sounded more than yours
write em togeather, your’s as fine a name
sound them, it doth become yethe mouth as well
weigh ’em it is as heavy. conjure wthwith ’em
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as cæsar.
now in yethe names of all our Gods at once
upon wtwhat meat does this our Cæsar feed
that he is grown so great? age thou art sham’d
Rome thou hast lost yethe breed of noble Bloods.
When went there by an age since yethe the great flood
But it was fam’d wthwith more ynthan wthwith one man
when could they say till now ytthat talkt on Rome
ytthat her wide walls encompass’d but one man.
now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough
when there is in it but one only man.
o you and I have heard our fathers say
there was a Brutus once ytthat would have brook’d
The æternall divell to keep his state in Rome
as easily as a King.

Sp57Brut:

ytthat you do love me I am nothing jealous
what you would worke me to I have some aym.
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 intreat you)
Be any further moved; wtwhat you have sayd

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I will consider wtwhat 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
Then to repute himselfe a Son of Rome
under the hard ꝯconditions wchwhich these times
are like to lay upon us.

Sp58Cas:

I am glad ytthat my weak words
have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus. (manent

Scena 3a

Enter Cæsar and his train

Sp59Brut:

yethe games are done
And Cæsar is returning

Sp60Cas:

as they pass by
pluck Caska by yethe sleeve.
And he will (after his sower fashion, tell you
wtwhat hath proceeded worthy note to Day.

Sp61Brut:

I will do so but looke you Cassius
The angry spot does glow on Cæsars brow
and all yethe rest looke like a chidden train.
Calphurnia’s cheeck is pale and Cicero
look’s wthwith such ferret’s and such fiery eyes
as we have seen him in yethe Capitoll
being crost in conference by some senators

Sp62Cas:

Caska will tell us wtwhat yethe matter is

Sp63Caes:

Antonio

Sp64Ant:

Cæsar

Sp65Caes:

let me have men about me ytthat are fat
sleekheaded men and such as sleep a nights:
yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
he thincks too much. such men are dangerous

Sp66Ant

fear him not Cæsar, he’s not dangerous
he is a noble roman and well given.

Sp67Caes:

would He were fatter: But I fear him not

yet if my name were lyable to fear
I doe not know yethe man I would avoyd
so soon as ytthat spare Cassius. he reads much,
He is a great observer and he looks
Quite through yethe deeds of men. He loves no play’s
as thou gdost Anthony; he hears no musick:
Seldome he smiles and spmiles in such a sort
as if he scornd himself and mockd

his spirit
ytthat could be moved to smile at any thing
such men as he are never at hearts ease
whilst they behold a greater than themselves
and therfor are they very dangerous.
I rather tell wtwhat is to be feard then wtwhat I fear
For I am alwaies

Cæsar
Come on my right hand for this ear is Deaf
and tell me truly wtwhat thou thinckst of him. { Exeunt

Cæsar
and his train

Scena 4a

Brutus, Cassius, Caska,

Sp68Cask:

you pul’d me by yethe cloak would you speak wthwith me?

Sp69Brut:

I caska tell us wtwhat hath chancd to day
that Cæsar lookes so sad:

Sp70Cask:

why you were with him were you not

Sp71Brut:

I should not then ask Caska wtwhat had chanc’d

Sp72Cask:

why there was a crown offered him, and being
offerd him he put it p by wtwhat yethe back of his hand thus
and then yethe people fell a shouting

Sp73Brut:

what was yethe second noyse for?

Sp74Cask:

why for ytthat too.

Sp75Cass:

they shouted thrice wtwhat was yethe last cry for?

Sp76Cask:

why for that too.

Sp77Brut:

was yethe crown offer’d him thrice?

Sp78Cask:

I marry was’t and he put it by thrice every time
gentler ynthan other and at every putting by my honest neighneighbours
bours shouted

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Sp79Cass:

who offerd him yethe crowne

Sp80Cask:

why Antony

Sp81Brut

tell us yethe manner of it gentle Caska

Sp82Cask:

I can as well be hangd as tell yethe manner of it: it
were mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw mark Antony
offer him a crown yet twas not a crown neyther, ’twas
one of these coronets and as I told you he put it by once
but for all ytthat to my thincking he wldwould fain have had it. Then
he offr’d it to him again: then he put it by againe: but
to my thincking he was very loath to lay his fingers of it.
and then he offered it yethe third time; he put it by yethe 3d
time, and still as he refus’d yethe rablement howted and
clapt their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty
nightcapps, and uttered such a deal of stincking breath,
because Cæsar refusd yethe crown ytthat it had almost choackt
Cæsar : for hee swoonded and fell down at it: and for mine
own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my
lips and recieving yethe bad ayer

Sp83Cass:

But soft I pray: wtwhat did cæsar swoond

Sp84Cask

he fell down in yethe marketplace and foamd at—
mouth & was speechless.

Sp85Brut:

’tis very like he hath yethe falling sickness

Sp86Cass:

no Cæsar hath it not but you and I
& honest Casca have yethe falling sickness.

Sp87Casc:

I know not wtwhat you mean by ytthat But I am sure
Cæsar fell down. If yethe tag rag peopple did cclap him & hiss
him as

he pleas’d & displeas’d them as they use to doe yethe playplayers
ers in yethe theater I am no true man.

Sp88Brut

but wtwhat sayed he when he came to himself

Sp89Casc:

marry before he fell down, when he percievd yethe

common heard was glad he refusd yethe crown he pluckt
me ope his doublet, & offerd them his throat to cut, if
I had been as man of any ocupation if I would not have
taken him at his word I would I might goe to hell a-amonst
monst yethe rogues, and so he fell. when he came to himselfe
again, he sayd, if he had done of or sayd any thing a-amisse
misse he desir’d their worships to thinck it was his in- infirmity.
firmity. 3 or 4 wenches where I stood, cryed alas good
soule, and forgave him wthwithall their hearts: But there’s no
heed to be taken of them if Cæsar had stabd

their momothers
- thers they would have done no less.

Sp90Brut

and after ytthat he came thus sad away.

Sp91Casc.

Sp92Cass:

did Cicero say nothing

Sp93Cask:

yes he spoke Greek

Sp94Cass:

to wtwhat effect?

Sp95Cask:

nay if I tell you that, Ile neer look you in
yethe face again. but those ytthat understood him smild at one
another and shooke their heads, but for my own part it
was Greek to me. I could tell you more newes too Murellus
& Flavius for pulling scarfes of Cæsars images are put
to silence. FareyouFare you well there was more foolery yet if I
cldcould remember it.

Sp96Cass

will you sup wthwithme to night Casca

Sp97Casc:

No. I am promisd forth

Sp98Cass:

will you dine wthwith me to morrow

Sp99Casc:

If I be alive, & your mind hold and your dindinner
ner be worth yethe eating

Sp100Cass:

Good I will expect ye

Sp101Casc:

Doe so farewell both.

Exit Casca

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Sp102Brut

wtwhat a blunt fellow is this growne to be?
He was quick metle when he went to schoole.

Sp103Cass:

so is he now in execution
of any bold or noble enterprize
however he put’s on this tardy forme:
This rudeness is a sawce to his good wit,
which gives men stomack to tdisgest his words
wthwith better appetites.

Sp104Brut:

and so it is:
For this time I will leave you.
to morrow if you please to speak wthwith me
I will come home to you: or if you will
come home to me, and I will waite on you

Sp105Cass:

I will doe so: till then thinck of yethe world (exit Brut:
well Brutus thou art noble yet I see
thy honourable mettal may be wrought
from ytthat it is dipos’d to. therfor ’tis meet
ytthat noble minds keepe ever wthwith their likes
for so firm ytthat cannot be seduc’d
Cæsar doth bear me hard, yet he loves Brutus
If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius
he should not humour me. I will this night
in severall hands in at yehis windows throw
writings all tellnding to yethe great opinion
(as if they came from severall citizens)

ytthat rRome holds of of his name. wherein obscurely
Cæsars ambition shall be glaunced att.
and after this lett Cæsar seat him sure
For we will shake him or worse dayes endure

Exit Cassius

Scena 5a

Thunder and lightning
Enter Caska and Cicero.

Sp106Cic:

good even, Caska brought you Cæsar home?
why are you breathless and why stare you so?

Sp107Casc

are you not mov’d when all yethe sway of earth
shakes like a thing unfirm? o Cicero
I have seen tempests when yethe scolding winds
have split

yethe knotty oakes, and I have seen
yethe Ambitious ocean swell, & rage, & foam
to be exalted wthwith yethe threatning clouds
But never till to night, never till now
did I goe through a tempest droppindg fire.
either there is a civill strife in heaven
or else yethe world too sawcy wthwith yethe Gods
incenses them to send destruction.

Sp108Cic:

why saw you any thing more wonderfull?

Sp109Cask:

a common slave you know him well by sight
held up his left hand it

did flame and burn,
like 20 torches joyn’d, and yet his hand not
not sensible of fire remain’d unscorch’d.
Besides (I have nowt since put up my sword)
against yethe Capitoll I met a Lyon
who gaz’d upon me, but went gently

by
wthoutwithout annoying me. and there were drawn
upon a heap a 100 gastly women
transformed wthwith their fear who swore they saw
men all in fire walk up and Down yethe streets.
and yesterday yethe bird of night did sit

Even at

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Even att noon day upon yethe marketplace
Howting & Sckrieking. when these prodigies
Doe so ꝯconjoyntly meet, let not men say
these are their reasons they are naturall:
For I believe, They are portentous things.
upon yethe clymate ytthat they point upon

Sp110Cic:

indeed it is a strange dispos’d thing time
But men may ꝯconstrue things after their fashion,
cleane from yethe purpose of yethe things themselves.
Comes cæsar to yethe capitoll to morrow?

Sp111Cask

he doth: for he did bid Antonio
send word to you he would be there to morrow

Sp112Cic:

good night then Caska:
This disturbed sky is not to walke in.

Sp113Cask:

farewell Cicero. (exit Cicero

Sce: 6a

Enter Cassius

Sp114Cass:

who’s there

Sp115Cask.

A Roman

Sp116Cass:

Caska by your voyce

Sp117Cask:

your ear is good
Cassius wtwhat night is this

Sp118Cass.

a very pleasing night to honest men.

Sp119Cask.

who ever knew yethe Heavens menace so

Sp120Cass:

those who have known yethe Earth so full of faults
For my part I have walkt about yethe streets
submitting me unto yethe perillous night
and thus unbraced Caska as you see
have bared my bosome so yethe thunder stone
and when yethe cross blew lightnëing seem’d to open.
yethe Brest of heaven, dI did present my selfe
even in yethe ayme and very flash of it

Sp121Cask

but wherfor did you so much tempt yethe heavens
it is yethe part of men to feare and tremble
when yethe most mighty Gods by tokens send
such dreadfull heraulds to astonish us.

Sp122Cass:

you are dull Caska:

And those sparks of life ytthat should be in a Roman,
you doe want or else you use em

not.
you look pale and gaze & put on fear,
and cast your self in wonder
to see yethe strange impressions of yethe heavens
But if you would consider yethe true cause
why all these fires why all these gliding ghosts
why birds and beasts from quality and kind
why old men fooles and children calculate
why all these things change from their ordinance
Their natures and preformed faculties
to monstrous quality; why you shall find
ytthat heaven hath infusd them wthwith these spirits
to make em instruments of fear and warning
unto some monstrous state.
now Could I caska name to thee a man
most like this dreadfull night
that thunders lightens opens graves and tears
as doth yethe Lyon in yethe Capitoll:
AmanA man no mightier than thee

or me
in personall action; yet prodigious grown
and fearfull as their strange eruptions are.

Sp123Cask:

’tis Cæsar ytthat you mean.
is it now Cassius

Sp124Cassi

lett it be who it is: for Romans now
have thyeghs

and limbs like to their ancestors
But woe the while our fathers minds are dead
and we are governd by our mothers spirits
our yoak and sufferance shew us womanish.

Sp125Cask:

indeed, they say yethe senators to morrow
mean to establish cæsar as a King
and he shall wear his crown by sea and Land
In every place save here in Italy

Sp126Cass

I know when I will wear this dagger the
Cassius from bondage will deliver cassiꝯus

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Therein you gods you make yethe weak most strong
Therin gyee gods you tyrants doe defeat
nor stony wall nor towers

of beaten brass
nor ayrless dungeons nor strong links of iron
can be retentive to yethe strenth of spirit :
But life being weary of these worldly Barrs
never lacks power to dismiss its selve.
If I know this, know all yethe world beside
That part of tyranny ytthat I do bear
I can shake of at pleasure

Sp127Cask.

so can I
so every bondman in his own hand bears
yethe power to cancell his captivity

Sp128Cass

and why should cæsar be a tyrant then
poor man I know he would not be a wolfe
but ytthat he sees yethe Romans are but sheep:
he were no lyon, were not LRomans hindes.
Those ytthat with hast will make a mighty fire
Begin it wthwith weak strawes. wtwhat trash is Rome?
wtwhat Rubbish and wtwhat offall? when it serves
for yethe base matter to illuminate
so vile a thing as Cæsar. But o griefe
where hast thou led me. I perhaps speake this
before a willing bondman. then I know
my answer must be made. But I ar‸md
and Danger is to me indifferent.

Sp129Cask:

tyou speak to Caska and to such amana man
that is no flearing telltale. hold my hand:
be factious for redress of all these griefs
and I will set this foot of mine as far
as who goes farthest

Sp130Cass

there’s a bargain made
now know you Caska I have mov’d allready
some certain of yethe noblest minded Romans
to undergoe with me an enterprize

of honourable dangerous ꝯconsequence
and I doe know by this they stay for me
in Pompey’s porch: for now this fearfull night
There is no stirre nor walking in yethe streets;
and yethe complexion of yethe Element
is favours like yethe work we have in hand
most bloody fiery and most terrible

Scen: 7a

Enter Cinna

Sp131Cask

Stand close a while for here comes one in hast

Sp132Cas:

’tis Cinna I doe know him by his gate
he is a friend, Cinna, where haste you so

Sp133Cin:

to find out you who’s that Metellus Cimber

Sp134Cas:

no it is Caska one incorporate
to our attempts, am I not stayd for Cinna

Sp135Cin:

I am glad ont
there wtwhat a fearfull night
there’s two or three of us have seen strange sights

Sp136Cas

am I not stay’d for? tellmetell me.

Sp137Cin

yes you are. o Cassius
If you could but winn yethe noble Brutus
to your

party———

Sp138Cas.

Be you content. good Cinna take this paper
and look you lay it in yethe prætor’s chair
where Brutus may but find it and throw this
in att his window, set this up wthwith wax
upon old Brutus’s statue: all this done
repaire to Pompey’s porch, there you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there

Sp139Cin:

All but Metellus Cymber and he’s gone
to seek you at your house. well I will hye
and so bestow these papers as you bad me

Sp140Cass

ytthat done repayr to Pompey’s Theater (Ex: Cinna
Come Caska you and I will yet Ere Day
see Brutus at his house: three ꝑpats of him
is ours already; and yethe man entire

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upon yethe next encounter yields him ours.

Sp141Cask:

o he sits high in all yethe people’s hearts
and that wchwhich would appear offence in us
his countenance like richest Alchemy
will change to vertue and to worthyness.

Sp142Cas:

him and his worth and our great need of him
you have Right well ꝯconceited. lett us goe
For it is after midnight and ere day
we will awake him and besurebe sure of him.
Exeunt

Actus Secundus

Scena ja

Enter Brutus in his orchard.

Sp143Brut:

wtwhat Lucius, hoa?
I cannot by yethe progress of yethe starrs
Give ghess how near to day — Lucius I say?
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
when, lucius mwhen? awake I say: wtwhat Lucius

Enter Lucius

Sp144Luc:

cald you my LdLord?

Sp145Brut

get me a taper in my study Lucius:
when it is lighted come and call me here.

Sp146Luc:

I will my LdLord—— (Exit Lucius

Sp147Brut

it must be by his death: and for my ꝑpart
I know no personall cause to spurn at him,
But for yethe generall. He would be crown’d
how ytthat might change his nature there’s yethe question?
it is yethe bright day ytthat brings forth yethe Adder
And that craves wary walking: Crown him that
and then I graunt‸ we put a sting in him
That at his will he may doe danger. with:
The abuse of greatness is when it disjoynes
remorse from power: and to speak truth of Cæsar
I have not known when his affections sway’d

more then his reason. But is a common proofe
ytthat Lowly ness is young ambitions ladder
whereto yethe climber upward turns his face
But when he once attains yethe upmost round
he then unto yethe Ladder turn’s his back;
Looks in yethe cloullds and scorns

yethe base degrees
By which he did ascend: so Cæsar may;
Then least he may prevent: and since yethe quarrell
will bear no colour for yethe thing it is,
Fashion it thus; that wtwhat he is, augmented
would run to these and these extremityes:
and therfor thinck him as a serpents egg
which hatch’d, would as his kind is

, grow mischievous;
and kill him in yethe shell. —( enter Lucius

Sp148Luc:

The taper burneth in your closet sir:
searching your window for a flint, I found
This paper thus seald up and I am sure
it did not ly there when I went to bed (gives him yethe letter

Sp149Brut

get you to bed again it is not day
is not to morrow Boy yethe first of march.

Sp150Luc:

I know not sir.*

Sp151Brut:Luc:

look in yethe calendar and bring me word

Sp152Luc:

I will sir. ( exit Lucius.

Sp153Brut

the exhalations whizzing in yethe ayer
give so much light ytthat I may read by them
(he opens yethe letter and reads)
“ Brutus thoug sleep’st awake āand see thy selfe
“ Shall Rome &c—speake strike redress
“ Brutus tho sleep’st awake
such instigations have been often dropt
where I have took em up.
shall Rome &c Thus must I piece it out
shall Rome stand under one mans awe? what Rome?
my ancestors did from yethe streets of rome
The tarquin drive when he was cald a King.
speak, strike, redress. am I entreated
to speak and strike? O Rome I make yethe promise

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If yethe redress will follow thou recievest
thy full petition at yethe hand of Brutus

Enter Lucius

Sp154BrLuc:

Sir march is wasted 15 dayes. ( knock wthinwithin

Sp155Brut:

Tis good. goe to yethe gate some body knocks:
since Cassius firs did whet me against Cæsar
I have not slept.
Between yethe acting of a dreadfull thing
and yethe first motion all yethe interim is
like a Phantasma or a hideous dreame:
The genius and yethe mortall instruments
are then in councell; and yethe state of man
like to a little councell*

kingdom suffers then
yethe nature of an insurrection

Enter Luciꝯus

Sp156Luc:

sir tis yryour Brother Cassius at yethe door
who doth desire to see you.

Sp157Brut:

is he alone?

Sp158Luc:

no sir there are more wthwith him

Sp159Brut:

Doe you know em?

Sp160Luc:

no sir their hats are pluct about their ears
and half their faces buryed in their cloaks

that by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour

Sp161Brut

let em enter
They are yethe faction. o conspiracye
shamst thou to show thy dangerous brow by night
when evills are most free? o then by day
where wilt thou find a cavern deep

enough
to mask thy monstrous visage? seek none ꝯconspiracie
hide it in smiles and affability:
for thou path thy native semblance on
not erebus himselfe

were dim enough
to hide ye from prevention

Scen: 2a

Enter

Cassius Caska Decius Cinna metellus
and Trebonius.

Sp162Cass:

I thinck we are to bold upon your rest
Good morrow Brutus doe we trouble you

Sp163Brut

I have been up this night hour awake all night:
Know I these men ytthat come along wthwith you.

Sp164Cass

yes every man of them and no man here
But honors you: & every one doth wish
you had but ytthat opinion of yryour selfe
which every Roman

bears of you
This is Trebonius.

Sp165Brut:

he’s welcom hither

Sp166Cass:

This Decius Brutus

Sp167Brut:

he is welcome too

Sp168Cass:

this Caska, this Cinna, and this metellus Cymber

Sp169Brut:

they are all wellcome
wtwhat watchfull cares doe interpose themselves
Betwixt yryour eyes and night

Sp170Cass:

shall I intreat a word (They whisper

Sp171Decius:

Here Lyes yethe East: Doth not yethe Day break heere?

Sp172Cask:

Sp173Cin:

o pardon sir it doth and yon grey lines
That fret yethe clouds are messengers of day

Sp174Cask:

you shall confess ytthat you are both decieved:
Here as I point my sword yethe Day‸sun doth rise
which is a great way growing on yethe south
weighing yethe youthfull season of yethe year.
some 2 months hence up higher toward yethe north
he first presents his fire and yethe high east
stands as yethe Capitoll directly here.

Sp175Brut

give me your hands all over one by one.

Sp176Cass:

and lett us swear our resolution

Sp177Brut:

no not an oath: if not yethe face of men
The sufferance of our souls, yethe times abuse
if these be motives weak break of by times
and every man hence to his idle bed:
so let high sighted tyranny reign on
till each man drop by lottery. But if these
(as I am sure they do) bear fire enough
to kindle cowards and to steal with valour
yethe melting spirits of women; then country men,
wtwhat need we any spur but bour own cause
to prick us to redress? wtwhat other bond
Then secret Romans that have spoke yethe word

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And will not palter? and wtwhat other oath
Then honesty to honesty ingag’d
That this shall be or we will fall for it.
swear priest

and cowards and men cautelous
old feeble carrions and such suffering soules
that welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
such causes as men doubt; but do not sham

The even vertue of our Enterprize
nor yethe insupressive mettle of our spirits
to thinck ytthat or our cause, or our performance
did need an oath. wnwhen every drop of blood
ytthat every Roman bears & nobly bears
is guilty of a severall Bastardy
if dhe do break yethe smallest particle
of any promise ytthat hath past from him

Sp178Cass:

But wtwhat of Cicero? shall we sound him?
I thinck he will stand very strong wthwith us.

Sp179Cask

lets leave

him out.

Sp180Cin:

no by no means.

Sp181Met:

o lett us have him for his silver hairs
will purchase us a good opinion:
and buy mens voices to commend our deeds
it shall be sayed his jugment ruld our hands
our youths and wildness shall no whit appear
But all be buryed in his gravity.

Sp182Brut

o name him hnot let us not break wthwith him
for he will never follow any thing
ytthat other men begin

Sp183Cas

ynthen leave him out

Sp184Cask:

Indeed he is not fit

Sp185Dec:

shall no man else be touched, but only Cæsar

Sp186Cas:

Decius well urg’d: I thinck it is not meet
mark Antony so well belov’d of Cæsar
should outlive Cæsar, we shall find of him
A shrewd ꝯcontriver. and you know his means
if he improve them may well stretch so farr
as to annoy us all: wchwhich to prevent
Let Antony & Cæsar fall togeather

Sp187Brut:

our course will seem too Bloody Caius Cassius
To cut yethe head of and then hack yethe limbs:
like wrath in death and envy afterwards:
For Antony is but a limb of Cæsars.
lett us be sacrificers but not Butchers Caius:
we all stand up against yethe spirit of Cæsar
and yethe

spirit of men there is no blood:
o that we then could come by Cæsars spirits
and not dismember Cæsar; but (Alas)
Cæsar must bleed for it: and Gentle friends
lest’s kill him boldly but not wrathfully:
let’s carve him as a dish fit for yethe Gods
not hew him as carkass fit for hounds;
and let our hearts as subtle masters do
stirre up their servants to an act of rage
and after seem to chid em. This shall make
our purpose necessary and not envious.
wchwhich so appearing to yethe common eyes
we shall be cald purgers not murtherers
And for Mark Antony thinck not of him;
for he camcan doe no more than cæsars Arm
when Cæsars head is of.

Sp188Cass:

yet I fear him
For in yethe ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar.

Sp189Brut:

alas good Cassius doe not thinck of him
If he love Cæsar all ytthat he can doe
is to him selfe, take thought and dye for Cæsar.
And ytthat were much He should: for he is given
to sports to wildness and much company:

Sp190Treb:

There is no fear in him: Liet him not dye
For he will live and laugh at this here after. (Clock strikes.

Sp191Brut

peace count yethe clok

Sp192Cass:

yethe clock hath stricken three

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Sp193Treb:

tis time to part

Sp194Cass

but is is doubtfull yet
whether Cæsar will come forth dto day or no
For he is superstitious grown of late
Quite from yethe main opinion he held once,
of Fantasie of dreams and ceremonyes:
it may be these apparant prodigies
The unaccostomd terror of this night
And yethe persuasion of his auguresrs
may hold him from yethe Capitoll to day

Sp195Dec:

never fear ytthat If he be so resolv’d
I can oresway him, for he loves to hear
that unicorns may be betrayd by trees
and bears wthwith glasses Elephants wthwith holes
Lyons wthwith toiles and men wthwith flatterers.
But I tell him he hates flatterers
He says he does being then most flattered.
lett me work
for I can give his humor the true bent
and I will bring him to yethe Capitoll.

Sp196Cas

nay we all

of us be there to fetch him

Sp197Brut

by yethe 8th hour is ytthat yethe uttermost?

Sp198Cin:

be that yethe uttermost and faile not then.

Sp199Met

caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hatred
who rated him for speaking well of Pompey
I wonder none of you have thought of him

Sp200Brut

now good metellus goe along by him
He loves me well: and I have given him reasons
send him but hither and i’le fasthion him.

Sp201Cass

yethe morning come’s upon us
we’ll leave you Brutus
and friends disperse your selves; but all remember
what you have sayd and show your selves true Romans

Sp202Brut

good gentlemen look fresh and merrily
Let our

looks put on our purposes
But bear itasit as our Roman Actors doe

wthwith untir’d spirits and formall constancy
And good morrow to you every one (exeunt.
mant Brutus.
Boy Lucius: fast asleep? it is no matter
enjoy yethe hony heavy Dew of slumber.
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies
which busie care drawes in yethe brains of men
Therfor thou sleepest sound

Scen: 3a

Enter Portia

Sp203Port:

Brutus my LdLord

Sp204Brut:

Portia whatt mean you? wherfor Rise you now
it is not for your health thus to commit
your weak condition to yethe raw cold morning.

Sp205Por:

nor for yours neither; you have ungently Brutus
stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper
you suddenly arose and walk’d about
& wnnwhen

I askd you wtwhat yethe matter was
you star’d upon me wthwith ungentle looks.
I urgd you farther, then you scratchd your head
& too impatiently stampd wthwith your foot:
yet I insisted yet you answerd not,
But wthwith an angry look wafter of your hand
gave sign for me to leave you: so dI did
fearing to strengthen ytthat impatience
wchwhich seemd too much enkindled; & withall
hoping it was but an effect of humor
which some time hath his hower wthwith 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 prevaild on your condition
I should not know you Brutus. Dear my LdLord
make me acquainted wthwith your cause of grief.

Sp206Brut:

I am not well in health and ytthat is all

Sp207Por:

Brutus is wise; and were he not in health

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He would embrace yethe means to come by it

Sp208Brut:

why so I doe; good Portia goe to bed

Sp209Por

is Brutus sick? and is it Physicall
to walk unbraced & suck up the humors
of yethe dark morning? wtwhat is Brutus sick
and will he steal out of his wholsome bed
& dare

yethe vile contagion of yethe night
and tempt yethe Rhewmy and unpurged ayer
to add unto his sickness? no my brutus
you have some sick offence wthwithin yryour mind
wchwhich by yethe right & virtue of my place
I ought to know of: and upon my knees
I charm you by my once commended beauty
By all yryour vowes of love & ytthat great vow
wchwhich did incorporate and make us one
ytthat you unfold to me yryour self: your half
why are you heavy and wtwhat men to night
have had resort to you: for here have bin
some six or seven whod did hide their faces
even from darckness

Sp210Brut

kneel not gentle portia

Sp211Port:

I should not need if you were gentle Brutus
wthinwithin yethe bond of mariage, tell me Brutus
is it excepted, I should know no secrets
ytthat apertain to you? am I yryour self
But as it were in sort, & limitation?
to keep wthwith you at meals comfort yryour bed
and talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in yethe suburbs
of yryour good pleasure? if it be no more
Portia is Brutus harlot, not his wife.

Sp212Brut

you are my true and honourable wife
as dear to me as are yethe ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.

Sp213Port:

if this were true than I should know yryour

secret
I graunt I am a woman; but wthwithall
a woman ytthat LdLord Brutus took to wife:
I graunt I am a woman: but with all
a woman well reputed; Cato’s Brother Daughter
Thinck you I am no stronger than my sex
being so father’d and so husbanded?
Tell me yryour secrets

I will dnot disclose em.
I have made strong proofe of my constancy
giving my self a voluntary wound
here in my thigh: can I bear ytthat wthwith patiensce
and not my husbands secrets?

Sp214Brut

o ye Gods render me worthy of this noble wife.
heark heark one knocks: Portia goe in a while
and by and by thy bosome shall partake
The secrets of my heart
All my engagements I will construe to thee
all yethe charactery of my sad browes:
Leave me with hast. (exit portia

Scen: 5a

Enter Lucius & Ligarius
Lucius who’s that knocks

Sp215Luc:

here is a sick man ytthat would speak‸ wthwith you

Sp216Brut:

Caius Ligarius ytthat Metellus spake on.
Boy stand aside. Caius Ligarius how?

Sp217Cai:

vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Sp218Brut

o what a time have you chose out brave Caius
to wear a kerchief? would you were not sick

Sp219Cai:

I am not sick if Brutus have in hand
any exploit of honour worthy yethe name of honour

Sp220Brut

such an exploit I have in hand Ligarius
had you a healthfull ear to hear of it.

Sp221Cai

by all yethe gods ytthat Romans bow before
I hear discard my sickness. soul of Rome
Brave sonn deriv’d from honourable Loïnes
Thou like an exorcist, hath conjurd up

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my mortified spirits. now bid me run
and I will strive with things impossible
yea get yethe better of em. wtswhat’s to doe?

Sp222Brut

a piece of work
ytthat will make sickmensick men whole.

Sp223Cai:

but are some whole ytthat we must make sick?

Sp224Brut:

ytthat must we also. wtwhat it is my Caius
I shall unfold to thee as we are going
to whom it must be done.

Sp225Cai:

set on yryour foot
and wthwith a heart new fir’d, I follow you
to doe I know not what; but it sufficeth
ytthat Brutus Leads me on.

Sp226Brut

follow me then.

{ Thunder
Xeunt Brut: Caius.

scena 6a

Thunder and lightning
Enter Julius Cæsar in his night Gowne

Sp227Caes:

nor heaven nor earth hath been at peace ysthis night
Thrice hadth Calphurnia in her sleep cry’d out
help ho they murder Cæsar. who’s within?

Enter a Servant:

Sp228Ser:

my LdLord

Sp229Cæs:

Goe bid yethe Priests do present sacrifice
and bring me their opinions of success.

Sp230Ser:

I will my LdLord (exit

Enter Calphurnia.

Sp231Cal:

wtwhat mean you Cæsar? thinck you to walk forth?
you shall not stirr out of yryour house to day

Sp232Cæs:

Cæsar shall forth. the things that threatned me
neer lookt upon but on my back: when you

shall see
yethe face of Cæsar, they are vanished.

Sp233Cal:

Cæsar I never stood on Cerimonies
yet now they fright me: there is one within
besides yethe things ytthat we have heard & seen
recounts most horrid sights seen by yethe watch

A lyoness hath whelped in yethe streets
and graves have yaun’d and yielded up their dead
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon yethe clouds
in ranks and squadrons and right forme of war
wchwhich drizld blood upon yethe Capitoll:
yethe noise of battle hurried in yethe ayre;
Horses did neigh and dying men did groane
and ghost

did shriek and squeal about yethe streets.
o Cæsar these things are beyond all use
and I doe fear em

Sp234Cæsar:

what can be avoyded
whose end is purposd by yethe mighty gods?
yet cæsar shall goe forth for these Predictions
are to yethe world in generall, as to Cæsar.

Sp235Cal:

when beggers Dye there are no comets seen
The heavens themselves blaze forth yethe Death of princes.

Sp236Cæs:

cowards dye many times before there Death,
yethe valiant never tast of Death but once:
of all yethe wonders ytthat I yet have heard
it seems to me most strange that men should fear
seeing ytthat Death a necessary end
will come wnwhen it will come
enter Servant
wtwhat say yethe Augurers?

Sp237Ser:

they would not have you to stir forth this day.
plucking yethe entrails of an offring out
they could not find a heart wthinwithin yethe beast.

Sp238Cæs:

the gods doe this in shame of cowardice:
cæsar should be a beast without a heart
if he should stay at home to day for fear:
no Cæsar shall not; danger knows full well
ytthat Cæsar is more dangerous than he
we heard two lyons litterd in one day
and I yethe elder and more terrible,
and Cæsar shall goe forth

Sp239Cal:

alas my LdLord

yryour wisdom

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your wisdom is consum’d in confidence:
Doe not goe forth to day: call it my fear
that keeps you in yethe house and not your owen.
we’ll send Mark Antony to the senate house
& he shall say your are are not well to day:
lett me upon my knee prevaill in this.

Enter Decius Brutus

Sp240Cæsar

Mark antony shall say I am not well
& for thy humour I will stay at home,
Here’s Decius Brutus he shall tell em so.

Sp241Dec:

Cæsar all haile: good morrow worthy Cæsar
I come to fetch you to yethe senate house.

Sp242Cæs:

and you are come in very happy time
to bear my greeting to yethe senators
& tell ’em ytthat I will not come to day;
cannot is false: and ytthat I dare not falser:
I will cnot come to day tell em so Decius.

Sp243Cal:

tell ’em

he’s sick

Sp244Cæs:

shall Cæsar send a lye?
have I in conquest stretchd my arm so farr
to be afeard to tell gray beards yethe truth
Decius goe tell ’em Cæsar will not come

Sp245Dec:

Most Mighty Cæsar let me know some cause
lest I be laught at when I tell ’em so

Sp246Cæs:

yethe cause is in my will, I will not come
ytthat is enough to satisfye yethe senate.
but for yryour private satisfaction
because I love you I will lett you know.
Calphurnia here my wife stayes me at home
she dream’t to night she saw my statue
wchwhich like a fountain with a 100 spouts
did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
came smiling and did bath their hands in it:
and these does she apply for warnings and portents
and evills eminent and on her knee

hath begd ytthat I will stay adt home to day.

Sp247Dec:

this dream is all amiss interpreted
it was a vision fair and fortunate.
yryour statue spouting blood in many pipes
in wchwhich so many smiling Romans bathd
signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
reviving blood & ytthat great men shall press
for tincturs, stains, relique and cognisance.
This by calphurnias dream is signified

Sp248Cæs

and this way have you well expounded it

Sp249Dec:

I have, when you have heard wtwhat I can say
and know it now yethe Senate have concluded
to give this day a crown to migty Cæsar.
if you shall send em word you will not come
their minds may change. Besides it were a mock,
apt to be renderd, for some men

to say
Break up yethe senat till some other

time,
when Cæsars wife shall meet with better dreams:
If Cæsar hide him selfe shall they not whisper
Loe Cæsar is affraid?
Pardon me cæsar for my dear dear love
to yryour proceedings bids me tell you thus:
And reason to my love is lyable.

Sp250Cæs:

how foolish doe yryour fears seem now Calphurnia?
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Give me my Robe for I will go

sce:7a

Enter Brut: Lig: Mettellus, Cask: Treb:
cinna and Publius
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.*

Sp251Pub

Good morrow Cæsar.

Sp252Cæs:

welcome Publius.
wtwhat Brutus are you stir’d so early too?
good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius
Cæsar was ne’re so much yryour enemy
as that same ague ytthat hath made you lean

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wtwhat ist a clock

Sp253Brut

Cæsar, ‘tis strucken eight

Sp254Cæs:

I thanck you for your pains and courtesye
enter Antony
See Antony ytthat revells long a-nights
is notwithstanding up. Good morrow Antony.

Sp255Ant

so to most noble Cæsar.

Sp256Cæsar:

bid em prepare within:
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
now Cinna, now tmetellus: wtwhat Trebonius,
I have a haveours talk in store for you:
remember ytthat you call on me to day:
be near me ytthat I may remember you.

Sp257Treb:

Cæsar I will, and so neer will I be, [aside
ytthat yryour best friends shall wish I had bin farther.

Sp258Caes

good friends goe in, & tast fsome wine with me
and we (like friends) will straight away togeather.

Sp259Brut:

That every like is not yethe same, o Cæsar [aside
yethe heart of Brutus earnes to thinck upon (Exeunt

Enter Artemidorus

Sp260

Cæsar beware of Brutus; take heed of cassius; come
not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not
Trebonius; mark well metellus Cymber, Decius Brutus
loves thee not; thou has wrong’d Caius Ligarius: There
is but one mind in all, and it is bent against Cæsar
if thou beest not immortall, look about thee: secusecurity
=ity gives way to conspiracy: the mighty Gods defend
thee
Thy lover Artemidorus.*
Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along
And as a sutor will I Give him this
my heart laments ytthat vertue cannot live
out of yethe teeth of emulation
If thou read this Cæsar thoumayestthou mayest live;
if not yethe fates with trators doe contrive

scen: 8a

Enter Portia, Lucius

Sp261Port:

I prethee boy run to yethe Senate-house
stay not to answer me but get thee gone:
why dost thou stay.

Sp262Luc:

to know my errand madame

Sp263Port:

I would have had thee there & here again
ere I cantellcan tell thee what thou shouldst do there:
O Constancy be strong upon my side
set a huge mountain twixt my heart & tongue
I have a mans mind but a womans might:
how hard it is for women to keep counsail.
Art thou here yet?

Sp264Luc:

madam wtwhat should I doe
run to the capitoll and nothing else?
and so return to you & nothing else?

Sp265Port:

yes bring me word boy if thy LdLord look well
for he went sickly forth; and take good note
wtwhat Cæsar doth, wtwhat sutors press to him.
Heark boy wtwhat noise is ytthat?

Sp266Luc:

I heare non Madame

Sp267Port

prethee listen well
I heard a buzling rumour like a fray
& yethe wind brings it from fromyefrom the Capitoll.

Sp268Luc:

sooth madame I hear nothing

Ente yethe southsayer.

Sp269Port:

come hither fellow wchwhich way hast thou been

Sp270S:

att my own house good Lady

Sp271Port:

wtwhat ist a clock?

Sp272S:

about yethe ninth hour Lady

Sp273Por:

is Cæsar gone yet to the Capitoll

Sp274S:

madam not yet I goe to make my stand
to see him pass on to yethe Capitoll.

Sp275Por:

thou hast some sute to Cæsar hast thou not

Sp276S:

that I have Lady, if it will please cæsar
to be so good to cæsar as to hear me
I shall beseech him to befriend himselfe

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Sp277Por

why knows’t thou any harm intended towards him?

Sp278S:

none ytthat I know will be
much ytthat I fear may chance:
Good morrow to you: heer the street is narrow:
yethe throng ytthat follows cæsar at yethe heels
of senators of prætors, common sutors,
will crowd a feeble man almost to Death:
Ill gett me ‸to a place more voyd, and there
speak to Great Cæsar as he comes along. (exit

Sp279Por:

I must Go in.
Ay me! how weak h a thing
The heart of woman is? o Brutus
The heavens speed thee in thy enterprize.
sure yethe boy heard me: Brutus hath a sute
ytthat Cæsar will not grant. o I grow faint
Run Lucius and commend me to my LdLord
Say I am merry, come to me again
and bring me word what nhe doth say to thee

Actus 3ꝯus

Scena ja

Flourish Enter Cæs: Brut: Cassius Caska
Decius Metellus Trebonius Cinna
Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus
Popilius & yethe Soothsayer

Sp280Cæs:

yethe Ides of march are come.

Sp281Sooth:

I Cæsar but not gone.

Sp282Art:

Haile Cæsar read this scedule

Sp283Deci:

Trebonius doth desire you to read ore
att your best leasure this his humble sute

Sp284Art

o Cæsar read mine first, for mine’s a suit
That touches cæsar neerer. read it great Cæsar

Sp285Cæsar

wtwhat touches us our selves shall be last serv’d

Sp286Art

delay not cæsar read it instantly

Sp287Cæs

wtwhat is yethe fellow mad?

Sp288CPublius

Sirra give place

Sp289Cas:

wtwhat urge you yryour petitions in yethe street
Come to yethe Capitoll

Sp290Pop:

I wish yryour enterprize to day may thrive

Sp291Cas:

wtwhat enterprize Popilius?

Sp292Pop:

fare you well

Sp293Brut:

wtwhat said Popilius Lena

Sp294Cas:

he wishd to day our enterprize might thrive.
I fear our purpose is discovered

Sp295Brut

look how he makes to Cæsar mark him.

Sp296Cas:

caska be sodain for we fear prevention.
Brutus wtwhat shall be done? if this be known
Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back
For I will slay my selfe

Sp297Brut

Cassius be constant
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes
for look he smiles and Cæsar does not change

Sp298Cas:

Trebonius knows his time: for look you Brutus
he drawes mark Antony out of yethe way

Sp299Dec:

where is metellus Cymber lett him go
& presently prefer his suit to Cæsar

Sp300Brut

he is addrest press near & seoncond him

Sp301Cin:

Caska you are yethe first ytthat rears your hand.

Sp302Caes:

are we all ready? wtwhat is now amiss
ytthat Cæsar & his senate may redress?

Sp303Met:

most

most mighty & most puissant Cæsar
Metellus Cymber throws before thy state
an humble heart

Sp304Cæs:

I must prevent thee Cymber
These couchings and these lowly courtesies
might fire yethe blood of ordinary men
and turn preordinance and first decre
into a lane of children. Be not fond
to thinck ytthat Cæsar bears such rebell blood
ytthat ’twill be thaw’d from yethe true quality
wthwith ytthat wchwhich melteth fools, I mean sweetwordssweet words
low crooked cursies and like

spaniell fawning:
thy brother by decree is banished
If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him
I spurn thee like a curr out of my way
Know Cæsar doth not wrong nor wthoutwithout cause
will he be satisfyed

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Sp305Met:

is there no voice no better

than my own
to sound more sweetly in great Cæsars ear
for yethe repealing of my banishd brother

Sp306Brut:

I kiss thy hand but not in flattry Cæsar
desiring thee ytthat Publius Cymber may
have an immediate freedome of repeale

Sp307Cæs:

wtwhat Brutus?

Sp308Cas:

pardon Cæsar: Cæsar pardon:
as low as to thy foot doth cassius fall
to beg infranchisement for Publius Cymber.

Sp309Cæs:

I could be well mov’d if I were as you
If I could pray to move Prayers would move me
But I am constant as yethe northern starr
of whose true fixd and resting quality
There is no fellow in yethe firmament.
The skies are painted wthwith numbred starrs

They are all fire & every one doth shine
but theres but one in all ytthat holds his place
so in yethe world tis furnishd well wthwith men
and men are flesh and blood and apprehensive
yet in yethe number I doe know but one
ytthat unassailable holdsoutholds out yethe rank
unshakd of motion; and ytthat I am he
lett me a little shew it even in this:
That I was constant Cymber should be banished
& constandt doe remain to keep him so

Sp310Cin:

o Cæsar

Sp311Cæs:

hence: wilt thou lift up olympus

Sp312Dec:

great Cæsar

Sp313Caes:

Doe not Brutus bootless kneel

Sp314Cask:

speak hands for me (They stab Cæsar

Sp315CiCæs

et tu Brute————Then Cæsar fall

Sp316Cin:

liberty freedome; tyranny is Dead
run hence proclaime cry it about yethe streets

Sp317Brut:

people and senators be not afrighted
Fly not stand still; ambition’s debt is pay’d

Sp318Cask:

Goe to yethe pulpit Brutus

Sp319Dec:

and Cassius too

Sp320Brut:

wherʼs Pufblius

Sp321Cin:

here quite confounded wthwith ysthis mutiny

Sp322Met

stand fast togeather least some friend of Cæsars
should chance——

Sp323Brut

talk not of standing Publius good cheer
There is not harm intended to yryour person
nor to no Roman else tell em so Publius.

Sp324Cas

and leave us Publius lest ytthat yethe people
Rushing on us should doe your age some mischief.

Sp325Brut

Do so and lett no man abide this deed
but wee yethe Doers.

Scen: 2a

Enter Trebonius.

Sp326Cæsass:

where is Antony

Sp327Treb:

fled to his house amaz’d
men wives and children stare cry out & run
as it were Doomesday

Sp328Brut

fates we will know yryour pleasures:
ytthat we shall dye we know ’tis but yethe latime
and drawing days out ytthat men stand upon

Sp329Cask

why he ytthat cuts of 20 years of life
cutts of so many years of fearing Death.

Sp330Brut:

grant ytthat and then death is a benefitt
so are we Cæsars friends ytthat have abridgd
his time of fearing death. Stoop Romans stoop
and lett us bath our hands in Cæsars fblood
up to yethe elbowes and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth even to yethe market place
& waving our red weapons ore our heads
lets all cry peace freedome and liberty.

Sp331Cass:

stoope then & wash. how many ages hence
shall this our lofty scene be acted ore
in states unborn and accents yet unknown?

Sp332Brut:

how many times shall cæsar bleed in sport
that now on Pompey’s basis lyes along
no worthier than yethe Dust

Sp333Cass

so oft as ytthat shall be
so often shall yethe knot of us be cald

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the men ytthat gave their country liberty.

Sp334Dec:

wtwhat shall we forth?

Sp335Cass:

I every man away
Brutus shall lead and we will grace his heels
wthwith yethe most bold and noble

hearts of Rome

Enter a Servant

Sp336Brut:

soft who comes here? a friend of Antonies

Sp337Ser:

thus Brutus did my master bid me kneel
Thus did mark Antony bid me fall down
& being prostrate thus he bid me say
Brutus is noble valiant wise and honest
Cæsar was mighty, Royall bold and loving
say I love Brutus & I honour him
say I feard cæsar honourd him and lov’d him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, ytthat Antony
may safely come to him, and be resolvd
how cæsar hath deservd to lye in death
mark Antony shall not love cæsar Dead
so well as Brutus living; but will follow
yethe fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus
thoroug yethe hazards of this untrod state
wthwith all true faith. so sayes my master Antony.

Sp338Brut:

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 satisfyd, and by mine honour
depart untouch’d

Sp339Ser:

I’ll fetch him presently. (exit Servant.

Sp340Brut

I know ytthat we shall have him well to friend

Sp341Cas:

I wish we may: but still I have

a mind
ytthat fears him much and my misgiving still
Falls shrewdly to yethe purpose

Scen 3a

Enter Antony

Sp342Brut:

But here comes antony. welcome Mark Antony.

Sp343Ant:

O mighty cæsar! dost thou lye so low?
are all thy conquests, glories triumphs, spoils
shrunk to this little measure? fare the well.

I know not Gentle men wtwhat you intend
who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
if I my self there is no hour so fit
as Cæsars deaths hour; nor no instrument
of half ytthat worth as those yryour swords made rich
wthwith yethe most noble blood of all yethe world.
I doe beseech you if you bear me hard
now while your purpled hands doe reek and smoak
fullfill yryour pleasure. live I 1000 year

I shall not find my self so apt to dye.
no place will please me so, no mean of Death
as here by Cæsar and by you cut off
yethe choice and master spirits of this age.

Sp344Brut:

o Antony beg not yryour death of us
Though now we must apear bloody and cruel
as by our hands, and this our present act
you see we do: yet see you but our hands
and this yethe bleeding business they have done:
our hearts you see not they are pittyfull:
and pitty to yethe generall wrong of Rome
(as fire drives out fire so pitty, pitty)
hath done this deed on Cæsar. for yryour part
to you our swords have leaden points Mark Antony
our arms in strength of malice, & our hearts
of Brothers temper doe recieve you in
with all kind love good thoughts and reverence

Sp345Cas:

yryour voyce shall be as strong as any mans
in yethe disposing of new dignities

Sp346Brut

only be patient till we have appeasd
yethe multitud besides themselves with fear
and then we will deliver you yethe cause
why I ytthat did love Cæsar, when wI I struck him
Have thus proceeded

Sp347Ant

I doubt not of yryour wisdome
let each man render me his bloody hand

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Gentlemen all, alas wtwhat shall I say
my credit now stands on such slippery ground
ytthat one of 2 bad wayes you must concieeit me
either a coward or a flatterer.
ytthat I did love thee Cæsar o tis true;
if then thy spirit look upon us now
shall it not grieve thee neerer

ynthan thy death
to see thy Antony making his peace
shaking yethe bloody fingers of thisy foes?
most noble in yethe presence of thy coarse
Had I as many wounds eyes as thou hast wounds
weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood
It would becom me better ynthan to close
in tearmes of friendship wthwith thy enemies.
Pardon me Julius here wast thou bay’d brave heart.
here didst thou fall and here thy hunters stand
Sign’d in thy spoile and crimson’d in thy Lethe.
o world thou wast yethe forrest to this heart
and this indeed o world yethe hart to thee
how like a Deer stricken by many princes
dost thou lye here?

Sp348Cass:

Mark Antony

Sp349Ant:

pardon me Caiꝯus Cassius
The enemies of Cæsar shall say this
Then in a friend it is cold modesty

Sp350Cass:

I blame you not for praising Cæsar so
But wtwhat compact mean you to have wthwith us?
will you be prickd in number of our friends
or shall we on and not depend on you?

Sp351Ant:

therfor I took yryour hands, but was indeed
swayd from yethe point by looking down on Cæsar.
Friends I am with you all & love you all
upon this hope ytthat you shall give me reason
why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.

Sp352Brut:

or else were this a savage spectacle
our reasons are so full of good regard
ytthat were you Antony, yethe sonn of Cæsar
you should be satisfy’d

Sp353Ant:

ytsthat’s all I seek
and am moreover sutor ytthat I may
produce his body to yethe market place
and in yethe pulpit as becomes a friend
speak in yethe order of his funerall.

Sp354Brut

you shall mark Antony

Sp355Cas:

Brutus a word with you:
you know not wtwhat you doe; do not consent
ytthat Antony speak in his funerall
know you how much yethe people may be mov’d
by ytthat wchwhich whe will utter.

Sp356Brut:

by yryour pardon
I will my self into yethe pulpit first
and shew yethe reason of our Cæsars Death
wtwhat Antony shall speak I will protest
he speaks by leave and by permission:
and ytthat we are contented Cæsar shall
have all true rights

and lawfull ceremonyes
It shall advantage more than doe us wrong

Sp357Cass:

I know not wtwhat may fall, I like it not

Sp358Brut

Mark Antony here take you Cæsars Body
you shall not in yryour funerall speech blame us
but speak all good you can devise of him
and say you do’t by our ꝑpermission
else shall you not have any hand at all
in cæsar’s funerall

. and you shall speake
in yethe same pulpit wherto I am going
after my speech is ended.

Sp359Ant:

Be it so
I do desire no more

Sp360Brut:

prepare yethe body then and follow us (exeunt

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Manet Antony

Sp361Ant:

o pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
ytthat I am meek and Gentle wthwith thy

Butchers.
Thou art yethe ruines of yethe noblest man
ytthat ever lived in yethe tide of timees.
woe to yethe hand ytthat shed this costly blood.
over thy wounds now doe I prophesye
(wchwhich like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
to beg yethe voice and utterance of my tongue)
a curse shall light upon yethe limbs of men
Domestick fury and feerce civil strife
shall cumber all yethe parts of Italy.
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
& dreadfull objects so familiar
ytthat mothers shall but smile, when they behold
their infants quartered wthwith yethe hands of war
all pitty choakd wthwith custom of fell deeds
& Cæsars spirit ranging for revenge
(Alecto*

by his side, come hot from hell)
shall in these confines wthwith a monarchs voyce
cry havok and lett slip the doggs of warr
ytthat this foul deed shall smell above yethe earth
wthwith carrion men, groaning for Buriall.
Enter Octavio’s servant.
you serve Octavius doe you not

Sp362Ser:

I doe mark Antony

Sp363Ant

Cæsar did write to him to come to Rome

Sp364Ser:

he did recieve his letters and is comming
And bid me say to you by word of mouth————
o Cæsar

Sp365Ant:

thy heart is big: get thee a-part and weep
passion I see is catching for my eyes
seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thyne
began to water. is thy master coming

Sp366Ser:

he lyes to night within seven leagues of Rome

Sp367Ant

post back wthwith speed
and tell him wtwhat hath chancd:
Here is a mourning Rome a dangerous Rome
no Rome of safety for Octavius yet
Hie hence and tell him so. yet stay a while
Thou shalt not back till I have borne this tcoarse
into yethe market; there shall I try
in my oration how yethe people take
yethe cruell issue of these bloody men
according to yethe wchwhich thou shalt discourse
to young octavius of yethe state of things.
lentn me yryour hand. (exeunt

Scen 4a

Enter Brutus & goes into yethe pulpit, and
Cassius with yethe Plebeians.

Sp368Ple:

we will be satisfyd; lett us be satisfy’d

Sp369Brut

then follow me & give me audience friends
Cassius goo you into yethe other street
& part yethe numbers.
Those ytthat will hear me speak, let ’em stay here
Those ytthat will follow Cassius, go with him
and publik reasons shall be rendered
of Cæsar’s Death.

Sp3701: Pl:

I will sBrutus speake

Sp3712:

and I Cassius

and compare their reasons
when severally we hear them rendered

Sp3723:

yethe noble Brutus is ascending. Silence

Sp373Brut.

Be patient to yethe last
Romans, countrymen and lovers, hear mee for
my cause, and be silent ytthat you may hear me. believe
me for mine honour, and have respect for my honour
ytthat you may believe censure me in yryour wisdom, and awake
your senses ytthat you yethe better Jugdge. If their be any in
this assembly, any Dear friend of Cæsars to them I say
ytthat Brutus’s love to Cæsar, was no less than his. if then

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that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar this
is my answer: not ytthat I lov’d Cæsar less, but ytthat I lovd—
Rome more. had you rather Cæsar were living and dye
all slaves ynthan ytthat Cæsar was dead to live all freedmen? as
Cæsar lov’d me I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I
rejoyce 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 as would be a bond
man? if any speak for him I have offended who is here
so rude ytthat would not be a roman? if any speak for him
I have offended who is here so vile ytthat does not

love his—
country? if any speak for him I have offended. I pause
for a reply.

Sp374All:

none Brutus none

Sp375Brut:

then non I have offended I have done no more
to Cæsar than you shall doe to Brutus. yethe question
of his death is inrolld in yethe Capitoll: his glory not
extenuated in wtwhat he was worthy nor his offences infrc’d
for wtwhat he sufferd Death.
Enter Mark Antony wthwith Cæsars body.
Heer comes his body mournd by Mark Antony who tho
he had no hand in his death shall recieve yethe benefitt
of his dying a place in yethe commonwealth as wchwhich
of you shall not. with this I depart, ytthat as I slew my
best lover for yethe good of Rome, I have yethe same dagdagger
ger for my selfe when it shall please my country to
need my Death

Sp376All:

live Brutus, live, live.

Sp3771

Bring him wthwith triumph home unto his house

Sp3782

give him a statue wthwith his ancestors

Sp3793

lett him be Cæsar

Sp3804

Cæsars better parts
Shall be crownd in Brutus

Sp3811

wee’l bring him to his house with shouts & clamors

Sp382Brut:

my countrymen

Sp3832:

peace silence Brutus speaks

Sp3841:

peace ho.

Sp385Brut

Good countrymen lett me depart alone
and for my sake stay here with Antony
doe grace to cæsars corps and grace his speech
tending to Cæsars glory why which mark Antony
(by our permission) is allow’d to make.
I do intreat you not a man depart
save I alone till Antony has spoke. (Exit

Sp3861:

Stay ho and let us hear Mark Antony

Sp3873

lett him go up unto yethe publik chair
weel hear him noble Antony goe up

Sp388Ant:

for Brutus sake I am beholding to you

Sp3894:

wtswhat’s ytthat he sayd

of Brutus

Sp3903

he says for Brutus sake
he finds himself beholding to us all

Sp3914:

’twere best speak no harm on Brutus

Sp3921

this Cæsar was a tyrant

Sp3933

nay ytsthat’s certain
we are well rid of him

Sp3942

peace let us hear wtwhat Antony can say

Sp395Ant

you gentle Romans

Sp396All:

peace ho; let us hear him

Sp397Ant

peace ro

Sp398Ant

friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me yryour ears
I come to bury Cæsar not to praise him:
The evill ytthat men doe lives after them
yethe good is oft interred with their bones
so lett it be wthwith Cæsar. the noble Brutus
hath told you Cæsar was Ambitious

if it were,

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if it wer seo it was a grievous fault,
and greevously hath cæsar answerd it.
here under leave of Brutus and yethe rest,
(for Brutus is an honourable man
and so are all yethe rest

honourable men)
Come I to speak in Cæsars funerall.
he was my friend, faithfull, and just to me;
But Brutus sayes he was Ambitious,
and Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
whose ransomes did yethe generall coffers fill:
did this in Cæsar seem Ambitious?
when ytthat yethe poor hath cry’d Cæsar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stutff:
yet Brutus sayes he was ambitious:
& Brutus is an honourable man.
you all did see ytthat on yethe Lupercall,
I thrice presented him a royal

crown,
wchwhich he did thrice refuse, was this Ambition?
yet Brutus sayes he was ambitious: a
and sure he is an honourable man.
I speake not to disprove wtwhat Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak wtwhat I doe RKnow.
you all did love him once not wthoutwithout cause
wtwhat cause wthholdswithholds you then to mourn for him?
o Judgment thou art fled to Brutish beasts,
& men have lost their reason. Bear with me
my hearte is in yethe Coffin there with Cæsar
& I must pause till it come back again.

Sp3991

Methinks there is much reason in his sayings,
If thou consider rightly of yethe matter
Cæsar hath had great wrong

Sp4003:

ha’s he masters! I fear there will come a worse in’s place

Sp4014:

markd hye his words? he would not take yethe crown,
Therfor ’tis certain he was not ambitious.

Sp4021:

if it be found so some will deer abide it.

Sp4032:

poor soul his eyes are red as fire wthwith weeping.

Sp4043:

ther’s not a nobler man in Rome ynthan Antony.

Sp4054:

now mark him he begins again to speak.

Sp406Ant:

but yesterday yethe word of Cæsar might
Have stood against yethe world : now lies he there
& none so poor to do him reverensce.
o masters If I were disposd to stir
yryour hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should doe ABrutus wrong and Cassius wrong:
who (you all know* are honourable men.

But heres a parchment wthwith yethe seal of Cæsar,
I found it in his closset tis his will:
lett but yethe commons hear this testament:
which (pardon me) I doe not mean to read
and they would goe and kiss dead Cæsars wounds,
and dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
yea beg a hair of him for memory,
and dying mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich Legacye,
unto their issue.

Sp4071:

we’ll hear yethe will, read it mark Antony.

Sp408All:

yethe will yethe will we will hear Cæsars will.

Sp409Ant

have patience gentle friends w I must not read it,
it is not meet: you know* how Cæsar lovd me,
you are not wood, you are not stones, but men,
& being men hearing yethe will of Cæsar,
it will enflame you, it will make you mad;
tis good you know not ytthat you are his heirs,
for if you should, o wtwhat would come of it.

Sp4104:

read yethe will weel hear it Antony:
you shall read us yethe will, Cæsars will.

Sp411Ant:

will you be patient? will you stay a while,?
I have oreshot my self to tell you of it,
I fear I wrong yethe honourable men
whose daggers have stabd Cæsar. I doe fear it.

Sp4124:

they were traytors: honourable men?

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Sp413Ant:

you will compell me then to read yethe will,
Then make a Ring about yethe corps of cæsar,
and let me show you him ytthat made yethe will:
shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

Sp414All:

Come down.

Sp4152:

descend.

Sp4163:

you shall have leave.

Sp4174:

A ring stand round.

Sp4181:

stand from yethe hearse, stand from yethe body.

Sp4192:

Roome for Antony, most noble Antony.

Sp420Ant:

nay press not so upon me stand farr of.

Sp421All:

stand back: roome, beare back.

Sp422Ant

If you have tears prepare to shed em now.
you all doe know this mantle, I remember
yethe first time ever Cæsar put it on,
twas on a summer evening in his tent,
that day he overcame yethe nervij.
looke in this place ran Cassius dagger through;
see wtwhat a rent yethe envious Caska made;
through thiswchwhich the well beloved Brutus stab’d,
and as he pluckd his cursed steel away,
mark how yethe blood of Cæsar followed it,
as rushing out of dores to be resolv’d,
if Brutus so unkindly knockt or no:
for Brutus as you know was Cæsars Angell.
Judge you o Gods how deerly Cæsar lov’d him,
This was yethe most unkindest cut of all:
for when yethe noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude more strong than traytors armes
Quite wvanquishd him: then burst his mighty heart
and‸wthwith his mantle muffling up his face,
even adt yethe Base of Pompeys statue,
(which all ye while ran blood) great Cæsar fell.
o! wtwhat a fall was there my country men?
Then I and you and all of us fell down

whilst bloody treason flourishd over us.
o now you weep and I ꝑpercieve you feel
yethe dint of pitty: These are gracious drops.
Kind soules wtwhat weep you when you but behold
our Cæsars vesture wounded? looke you here
here is himselfe mar’d as you wthwith traytors.

Sp4231:

o piteous spectacle!

Sp4242:

o noble Cæsar!

Sp4253:

o wofull day!

Sp4264:

o traytors villains!

Sp4271:

o most bloody sight!

Sp4282:

we will be revengd; Revenge
about, seek, burn, fire, kill, slay,
Let not a traytor live.

Sp429Ant:

stay countrymen.

Sp4301:

Peace there, hear yethe noble Antony.

Sp4312:

wee’l hear him, weel follow him, wee’l dye wthwith him.

Sp432Ant:

Good friends, sweet friends, lett me not stirr you up
to such a sudden flood of mutiny,
they ytthat have done this deed are honourable,
wtwhat private griefs they have, alas, I know not
ytthat made ’em do it: they are wise and honourable
& will no doubt wthwith reasons 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,
ytthat love my friend, and ytthat they know full well,
ytthat give me publick leave to speak of him:
for I have neither witt, nor words, nor worth,
action, nor utterance, nor yethe power of speech
to stirr mens blood I only speak right on,
I tell you ytthat wchwhich you yryour selves doe know;
shew you sweet cæsars wounds, poor poor Dumb mouths
and bid them speak for me: for were I Brutus
and Brutus Antony there were an Antony

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would ruffle up yryour spirits & put a tongue
in every wound of cæsar, that should move
the stones of Rome to rise & mutiny.

Sp433All

weel mutiny

Sp4341:

well burn yethe house of Brutus

Sp4352

away then, come seek yethe conspirators

Sp436Ant:

yet heare me countrymen yet hear me speake

Sp437All

peace ho hear Antony, most noble antony

Sp438Ant

why friends you goe to doe you know not wtwhat
wherein hath Cæsar thus deservd yryour loves
Alas you know not I must tell you then:
you have forgot yethe will I told you of.

Sp439All:

most true yethe will letts stay and hear yethe will

Sp440Ant

here is yethe will and under cæsars seal
to every Roman Citizen he gives
to every severall man 75 drachma’s

Sp4412:

most noble Cæsar wee’l revenge his death

Sp4423:

o Royal Cæsar

Sp443Ant

hear me with patience

Sp444All

peace ho

Sp445Ant

moreover hath left you all his walks
His privat arbors and new planted orchards
on this side Tyber, he hath left’ em you
and to yryour heyres for ever: common pleasures
to walk abroad and recreate yryour selves.
Here was a Cæsar: when comes such another?

Sp4461:

never never, come away away
weel burn his body in yethe holy place
and with yethe brands fire all yethe tratours houses
Take up yethe body.

Sp4472

Goe fetch fire.

Sp4483

Pluck down benches.

Sp4493

pluck down formes windows and any thing

(exeunt Plebeians

Sp450Ant

now lett it work mischief thou art a-foot
Take thou wtwhat course thou wilt.
How now fellow?

Enter a Servant

Sp451serv:

sir Octavius is already come to Rome

Sp452Ant

where is he

Sp453ser:

he and Lepidus are at Cæsars house

Sp454Ant

and thither will I straight to visit him
He comes upon a wish; fortune is merry
and in this mood will give us any thing

Sp455ser:

I heard him say Brutus and Cassius
are rid like madmen through yethe gates of Rome

Sp456Ant

belike they had some notice of yethe people
How I had movd em. Bring me to Octavius. (exunt.

Sce: 5a

Enter Cinna yethe Poet & after him yethe Plebeians.

Sp457Cin:

I dreamt to night ytthat I did feast wthwith Cæsar
and things unluckly charge my fantasie:
I have no will to wander out of dores
yet something leads me forth.

Sp4581:

wtswhat’s your name

Sp4592:

whether are you going

Sp4603

where do you dwell

Sp4614

are you a married man or a Batchelour

Sp4622

answer every man directly

Sp4631

I and briefly

Sp4644

I and wisely

Sp4653

I and truly you were best.

Sp466Cin:

wtswhat’s my name; where am I a-going? where do I
dwell? Am I a married man or a batchelour? then to ananswer
swer every man directly, Briefly, wisely and truly: wisewisely
ly I say I am Batchelour

Sp4672

ytsthat’s as much as to say they are fools ytthat marry, youll
bear me a bang for ytthat I feare: proceed drectly.

Sp468Cin:

Directly I am going to Cæsars funerall

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Sp4691:

as friend or as an enemy

Sp470Cin:

as a friend

Sp4712

that matter is answerd directly

Sp4724

now

for yryour dwelling, briefly.

Sp473Cin:

briefly I dwell by yethe Capitoll.

Sp4743

yryour name SrSir truly.

Sp475Cin:

truly my name is Cinna

Sp4761

tear him to pieces he’s a conspirator

Sp477Cin:

I am Cinna yethe poet, I am Cinna yethe Poet

Sp4782

tear him for his bad verses.

Sp479Cin:

I am not Cinna yethe conspirator

Sp4804

its no matter his name’s Cinna, pluck his name out of
his heart and then

turn him going

Sp4813

tear him tear him; come brands hoe firebrands;
to Brutus to Cassius; burn all, some to Decius house and
some to Caska’s, some to Ligarius, away away

Exeunt Omnes.

Actus Quartus.

scen: ja

Enter Ant: Octavius and Lepidus.

Sp482Ant

These men then all shall dye

, their names are prickd.

Sp483Oct:

yryour Brother too must dye consent you Lepidus

Sp484Lep.

I doe consent.

Sp485Oct:

Prick him down Antony

Sp486Lep

upon condition Publius shall not live
He

is yryour sisters son mark Antony

Stamp: Bibliothèque publique Douai

Sp487Ant:

He shall not live look wthwith a spot I dam him.
But Lepidus goe you to Cæsars house
fetch yethe will hither and we shall determine
How to cut of some charge in legacies.

Sp488Lep:

wtwhat? Shall I find you here?

Sp489Oct:

Or here or at yethe Capitoll.

Sp490Ant:

this is a sleight

unmeritable man
meet to be sent on errands. is it fitt
The threefold world devided, he should be

one of yethe 3 to share it.

Sp491Oct:

So you thought him
and took his voyce who should be prickd to dye
in our black sentence and proscription.

Sp492Ant

Octavius I have seen more dayes than you
and though we lay these honours on this man
to ease our selves of divers slaundrous Loads
he shall but bear em as yethe ass bears Gold
to groan and sweat under yethe busyness
either led or driven as we print yethe way;
and haveing brought our treasure where we will
Then take we down his load and turn him of
(like to yethe empty ass) to shake his ears
and graze in Commons.

Sp493Oct

you may doe yryour will
But hees a try’d and valiant souldier

Sp494Ant

so is my horse, Octavius and forthisfor this
I doe appoint him store of provender.
it is a creature ytthat I teach to fight
to wind to stop, to run directly on:
His corporall motion governd by my spirit
and some tast is Lepidus but so.
He must be taught and traind and bid goe forth:
a barren spirited fellow; one ytthat feeds
on objects, arts and imitations.
which out of use, and stall’d by other men
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him
but as a propertie: and now Octavius
listen great gthings. Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers; we must streight make head:
Therfor lett our alliance be combin’d
our best friends made & our best means stretc’d out
and lettuslet us presently goe sitt in counsell
how covert matters may be best disclos’d
how open perills surest answered.

Sp495Oct

lett us do so for we are at yethe stake
And bay’d about wthwith many enemies.

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And some ytthat smile have in their hearts I fear
millions of mischiefs. (Exeunt.

Sc: 2a

Enter

Brutus Lucilius and yethe Army
Titinius and Pindarus meet them.

Sp496Brut.

Stand ho.

Sp497Luc:

give yethe word ho and stand.

Sp498Brut

wtwhat now lucilius is Cassius near?

Sp499Luc:

he is at hand, and Pindarus is come
to doe you salutation from his master

Sp500Brut:

he greets me well: yryour master Pindarus
in his own change or in his officers

hath givemn me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but if he be att hand
I shall be satisfy’d

Sp501Pind:

I donotdo not doubt
but ytthat my noble master will appear
such as he is full of regard and honour

Sp502Brut

he is not doubted a word Lucilius
How he receivd you; lett me be resolvd.

Sp503Luc:

wthwith courtesie and with respect enough
but not with such familiar instances
nor with such free and friendly conference
as he hath usd of old.

Sp504Brut:

Thou has describd
a hot friend cooling. ever not

Lucilius
when love begins to sicken and decay
it useth and unforcd Ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
But hollow men like horse hot att hand
make gallant shew and promise of their mettle
(low march wthinwithin
But when they should endure yethe bloody spur
They fall their crest and like deceitfull Jades
sink in yethe tryall. Comes his army on.

Sp505Luc:

They mean this night in Sardis to be quarterd
The greater part yethe horse in Generall
are come with Cassius.

Scen: 3a

Enter Cassius & his powers

Sp506Brut

Heark he is arrivd
march Gently on to meet him.

Sp507Cass:

stand ho.

Sp508Brut:

stand ho speak yethe word along

Sp509

stand*.

Sp510

stand*.

Sp511

stand*.

Sp512Cass

most noble brother you have done me wrong

Sp513Brut:

Judge me you Gods. wrong I my enemies?
and if not so how should I wrong a Brother.

Sp514Cas:

Brutus this sober form of yrsyours hides wrongs
and when you doe them⸺⸺

Sp515Brut:

Cassius be content
speak yryour griefs softly, I do know you well.
before yethe eyes of both our armies here
(which should ꝑpercieve nothing but love from us)
let us not wrangle. bid’em march

away
Then in my tent Cassius enlarge yryour griefs
and I will give you audience.

Sp516Cass:

Pindarus
Bid our commanders lead their charges of
a little from this ground.

Sp517Brut

Lucilius doe you yethe like, and let no man
come to our tent till we ‘heve done conference
Lett lucius and Titinius guard our dore.

manent Brutus & Cassius (Exeunt

Sp518Cass:

ytthat you have wrongd me doth appear in this
you have condemnd and noted lucius polla
for taking bribes here of yethe Sardians
wherein, my letter, praying on his side
because I knew yethe man was slighted of

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Sp519Brut:

you wrongd your self to write in such a case

Sp520Cas:

in such a time as this itt is not meet
ytthat every nice offence should have his comment

Sp521Brut:

Lett me tell you Cassius you yryour selve
are much condemnd to have an itching palm
to sell and mart yryour offices for gold
to undeservers.

Sp522Cass:

I an itching palm?
you know ytthat you are Brutus ytthat speaks this
or by yethe gods this speech were else yryour last

Sp523Brut

yethe name of Cassius honors this corruption
and chastisement doth therfor hide his head.

Sp524Cass:

chastisement?

Sp525Brut:

remember March yethe Ides of march remember
did not great Julius bleed for Justice sake?
wtwhat villaine touchd his body ytthat did stab
and not for Justice? wtwhat shall one of us
ytthat struck yethe formost man of all this world
but for supporting robbers, shall we now
contaminate our fingers wthwith base bribes!
and sell yethe mighty space of our large honours
for so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog and baite yethe moon.
Then such a Roman.

Sp526Cass:

Brutus baite not me
I’ll not endure it, you forget yryour selfe
to hedge me in, I am a souldiour, I,
older in practise, abler than yryour selfe
to make conditions.

Sp527Brut:

go to you are not Cassius.

Sp528Cas:

I am

Sp529Brut:

I say you are not

Sp530Cass:

urge

me no more, I shall forget my self

have mind upon yryour health urge me no farther

Sp531Brut:

away slight man

Sp532Cas:

ist possble

Sp533Brut

hear me for I must speak.
must I give way and roome fortoyour rash choller?
shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

Sp534Cass:

o ye Gods ye Gods must I endure all this?

Sp535Brut:

all this? I more. fret till yryour proud heart breake
Go shew yryour slaves how cholerik you are
and make yryour bondmen tremble. must I boudge
must I observe you? must I stand & crouch
under yryour testie humour? by yethe Gods
you shall digest yethe venom of yryour 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.

Sp536Cas:

is it come to this

Sp537Brut:

you say you are a better soldier
lett it appear so; make yryour vaunting true
and it shall please me well. for mine own part
I shall be glad to learn of noble

Sp538Cass:

you wrong me every way
you wrong me Brutus.
I sayd an Elder souldier not a better
Did I say better

Sp539Brut

if you did I care not

Sp540Cæsasser

when Cæsar liv’d he durst not thus have movd me

Sp541Brut:

peace peace thou durst not so have tempted him

Sp542Cass:

I durst not

Sp543Brut:

Sp544Cass:

wtwhat? durst not tempt him?

Sp545Brut:

for yryour life you durst not

Sp546Cass

doe you presume too much upon my love
I may do ytthat I shall be sorry for

Sp547Brut:

you have done ytthat you should be sorry for
There is no terror Cassius in yryour threats.

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for I am armd so strong in honesty
ytthat they pass by as

an idle wind
which I respect not. I did send to you
for certain summs of Gold wchwhich you deny’d me
for I can raise no money by vile means
By heaven, I had rather coyne my heart
and drop my blood for drachmae’s, then to wring
from yethe hanrd hands of peasants, their vile trash
by any indirection I did send
to you for Gold to pay my Legions
which you deni’d me was ytthat done like cassius?
should I have Asnwered Caius Cassius so?
when Marcus Brutus grow’s so covetous
to lock such raskall counters from his friend.
Be ready gods wthwith all yryour thunderbolds,
dash him to pieces

Sp548Cas:

I deny’d you not.

Sp549Brut:

you did

Sp550Cass

I did not. he was but a fool
ytthat broughght my answer back. Brutus hath torne

my heart
a friend should bear his friends infirmities
and Brutus makes mine greater then they are

Sp551Brut:

I doe not till you practise them on me

Sp552Cass:

you love me not.

Sp553Brut:

I doe not like yryour faults

Sp554Cass:

a friendly eye could never se such faults

Sp555Brut:

a flatterers would not tho they should appear
as huge as high Olympus.

Sp556Cass:

Come Antony and young Octavius come
Revenge yryour selves alone on Cassius
for Cassius is aweary of yethe world
hated by one he loves brav’d by his brother,

checkd like a bondman all his faults observd
set in a note-booke learn’d and con’d by roate
to cast into my teeth. O I could weep
my spirit from my eyes: There is my dagger
here my naked breast: wthinwithin a heart
Deerer then pluto’s mine; Richer than Gold
If ytthat thou beest a roman take it forth.
I ytthat deny’d the gold will give my heart
strike as thou didst at Cæsar for I know
when thou didst hate him worst thou lov’dst him better
Then ere thou lovedst Cassius

Sp557Brut:

Sheath yryour dagger:
Be angry when you will you shall

have scope
doe wtwhat you will, dishonour shall be humor.
o Cassius you are yoaked wthwith a Lamb
ytthat carries anger as yethe flint bears fire
who much enforced shews a hasty Spark
and strait is cold agen

Sp558Cass:

hath Cassius liv’d
to be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus
when grief and blood ill temperd vexeth him

Sp559Brut:

When I spoke ytthat I was ill temper’d too.

Sp560Cass:

doe you confess so much? give me yryour hand.

Sp561Brut:

and my heart too

Sp562Cass:

o Brutus

Sp563Brut:

wtswhat’s yethe matter?

Sp564Cass:

have you not love enough to bear with me
when yethe rash humour wchwhich my mother gave me
makes me forgetfull?

Sp565Brut:

yes Cassius & from henceforth
when you are over earnest wthwith your Brutus
He’ll thinck your mother chides and leave you so
They come forward.*

Lucilius and Titinius bid yethe commanders

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prepare to lodge their companies to night

Sp566Cass

and come yryour selves and bring messala wthwith you
Immediatly to us.

Sp567Brut:

Lucius a bowl of wine

Sp568Cas:

I did not thinck you could have bin so angry

Sp569Brut:

o Cassius I am sick of many griefs

Sp570Cass:

of yryour Philosophy you make no use
if you give place to accidentall evills.

Sp571Brut:

no man bears sorrow better. Portia’s dead

Sp572Cass:

ha Portia?

Sp573Brut

she is Dead

Sp574Cass

how scapd I killing when I crost you so?
o unsupportable and touching loss!
upon wtwhat sickness?

Sp575Brut

impatient of my absence
and greef ytthat youndg octavius and mark Antony
have made themselves so strong: for wthwith her Death
ytthat tidings came. wthwith this she fell distract
and her attendants absent swallowed fire

Sp576Cass:

and dy’d so!

Sp577Brut

even so.

Sp578Cass:

o ye imortall Gods.

Enter Boy wthwith wine and tapers.

Sp579Brut:

speake no more of her. give me a bowl of wine
in this I bury all unkindness. Cassius. (Drinks)

Sp580Cas:

my heart is thirsty fillor ytthat noble pledge
fill Lucius till yethe wine oreswell yethe cup:
I cannot drink too much to Brutus Love. (Drinks.

Sce. 4ta

Enter Titinius and messala

Sp581Brut:

Come in Titinius.
welcome good messala
now sit we close about this taper here
and call in question our necessities

Sp582Cass:

portia art thou gone?

Sp583Brut

no more I pray you
messala, I have here recieved letters
ytthat youngd Octavius and Mark Antony
come down upon us with a mighty power
Bending their expedition toward Philippi.

Sp584Mess:

my selfe have letters of yethe selfsame tenure

Sp585Brut

wthwith wtwhat addition?

Sp586mess:

ytthat by proscription & bells of outlary
octavius Antony and Lepidus
have put to death 100 senators

Sp587Brut

therein our Letters doe not well agree
mine speaks of 70 senators ytthat dyed
by their proscription, Cicero being one

Sp588Cass:

Cicero one?

Sp589Mess:

cicero is dead, and by ytthat order of proscription.
had you yryour letters from yryour wife my LdLord?

Sp590Brut

no Messala.

Sp591Mess:

nor nothing in yryour letters writ of her?

Sp592Brut:

nothing messala.

Sp593Mess:

ytthat methinks is strange

Sp594Brut:

why ask you?
Hear you ought of her in yours?

Sp595Mes:

no my LdLord

Sp596Brut:

now as you are a Roman tell me true

Sp597Mes:

then like a Roman, bear yethe truth I will

for certain she is dead and by strange manner

Sp598Brut

why farwell portia: we must dye messala
wthwith meditating ytthat she must dye once
I have yethe patience to endure it now.

Sp599Mes:

even so great men great losses should endure

Sp600Cass:

I have as much of this in art as you
but yet my nature could not bear it so

Sp601Brut

well too our work alive: what doe you thinck
of marching to Philippi Presently?

Sp602Cass:

I do not thinck it good

Sp603Brut:

yryour reason

Sp604Cass:

this it is

tis better

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Tis better ytthat yethe enemye seek us
So shall he wast his means, weary his soldiers
Doing himself offence whilst we lying still
are full of rest defence and nimbleness.

Sp605Brut

Good reasons must of force give place to better
yethe people twixt Philippi and this place
doe yield us

but a forcd affection.
for they have grudg’d us contribution,
yethe enemye marching all along by them.
By them shall make a fuller number up
com on refresh’d new added and encourag’d;
from which advantage we shall cut him of
if at Philippi we do face him there
These people adt our backs.

Sp606Cas:

hear me good Brother

Sp607Brut

under yryour pardon. you must note besides
ytthat we have tryd yethe utmost of our friends.
our Legions are brimfull, our cause is ripe
yethe enemy encreaseth every day
we at yethe height are ready to decline.
There is a tide in yethe affaires of men,
which taken at yethe flood leads on to fortune
omitted, all yethe voyage of their lives
is bound in shallows and in miseries.
on such a full sea are we now a-float
and we must take yethe current when it serves
or loose our ventures.

Sp608Cass

then wthwith yryour will go on, we will a-long
our selves and mee em at Philippi.

Sp609Brut

yethe 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.

Sp610Cass:

there is

no more, good night
early to morrow we will Rise and hence.

Enter Lucius

Sp611Brut

Lucius my gown. farewell good Messala

Good night Tittinius: noble, noble Cassius
good night and good repose.

Sp612Cass:

o my Dear Brother
This was an ill beginning of yethe night
never come such division tween our soules
let it not Brutus.

Enter Lucius with yethe Gown.

Sp613Brut

every thing is well

Sp614Cass:

good nidght my LDLord

Sp615Brut:

good night good Brother

Sp616Tit: Mes:

good night LdLord Brutus

Sp617Brut:

fare well every one. ((Exeunt
Give me my gown. where is thy instrument?

Sp618Luc:

here in yethe tent.

Sp619Brut:

wtwhat thou speakst drowsily?
poor knave I blame thee not thou are orewatch’d
Call claudio and some other of my men.
I’ll have them sleep in cushions in my tent

Sp620Luc:

Varrus and Claudio.

Enter Varrus & claudio

Sp621Var:

calls my LdLord?

Sp622Brut:

I pray you Sirs ly in my tent and sleep.
It may be I shall raise you by and by
on busyness to my Brother Cassius

Sp623Varr:

So please

we will stand
and watch yryour pleasure.

Sp624Brut

I’ll not have it: lye down good sirs
It may be I shall otherwise bethinck you me
Look Lucius here’s yethe book I sought for so
I put it in yethe pocket of my gown.

Sp625Luc:

I was sure yryour LdLordship did not give it me.

Sp626Brut

bear wthwith me good boy I’m much forgetfull.
Canst thou hold up thy instrument, a strain or two
and touch thy heavy eyes a while

Sp627Luc:

I my LdLord an’t please you

Sp628Brut

it does my Boy
I trouble the too much but thou art willing

Sp629Luc:

it is my duty sir

Sp630Brut

I should not urge thy duty past thy force*

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I know young bloods look for a time of rest

Sp631Luc:

I have slept my LdLord allready

Sp632Brut

it was well done and thou shall sleep again,
I will not hold thee long. If I doe live
I will be good to thee
Musick and a song
This is a sleepy tune: o Murdrous Slumber
layst thou thy leaden mace upon my pay*

That plays thee musick? Gentle knave good night
I will not doe the so much wrong to wake thee
I thou dost not thou breakst thy instrument
I’ll take it from thee, and good boy good night.
lett me see let me see? is not yethe leaf turnd down
where I left Reading? here it is I thinck.
Enter yethe Ghost of Cæsar
How ill this taper burns? ha who comes here
I think it is yethe weakness of mine eyes
ytthat shapes this monstrous apparition.
it comes upon me: art thou any thing?
art thou some god some angell or some Divell
that makes my blood cold and my hair to stair
speake to me wtwhat thou art.

Sp633Gh:

thy evill spirit Brutus

Sp634Br:

why comest thou?

Sp635Gh:

to tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi

Sp636Br:

well then I shall see thee again?

Sp637Gh:

I at Philippi

Sp638Brut:

why I will see thee at Philippi then [Ghost descends*
now I have taken heart thou vanishest?
ill spirit I would hold more talk wthwith thee
Boy Lucius, varrus, claudio, sirs awake
Claudio

Sp639Luc:

yethe strings my LdLord are false

Sp640Br:

he thincks he still is att his instrument
Lucius awake

Sp641Luc:

my LdLord

Sp642Br:

didst thou dream Lucius ytthat thou crydst so out

Sp643Luc

my LdLord I Doe not know ytthat I did cry

Sp644Br:

yes ytthat thou didst did thou see any thing

Sp645Luc:

nothing my LdLord

Sp646Br:

sleep again Lucius: sirra claudio fellow
thou awake

Sp647Var:

my LdLord

Sp648Cl:

my LdLord

Sp649Brut

why did you so cry out sirs in yryour sleep

Sp650Both:

did we my LdLord

Sp651Br:

I saw you any thing?

Sp652var:

No my LdLord I saw nothing

Sp653Clau:

nor I my LdLord

Sp654Br:

goe and commend me to my Brother Cassius
Bid him lett on

his powers betime before
and we will follow

Sp655Both:

It shall be done my LdLord Exeunt

Actus Quintus

Scen: ja

Enter Octavius Antony & their Army.

Sp656Oct :

now Antony our hopes are answered
you sayd yethe enemie would not come down
But keep yethe hills and upper regions:
it proves not so: their battailes are att hand
They mean to warn us at Philippi here:
Answering before we do demand of them.

Sp657Ant

tut I am In their bosomes and do know
wherfor they doe it: They could be content
to visit other places and come down
wthwith fearfull bravery, thinking by this face
to fasten in our thoughts ytthat they have courage
But tis not so.

Enter a Messenger

Sp658Mess:

prepare you generalls
The enemye comes on in gallant shew
Their bloody sign of battail is hung out
and something to be done immediatly

Sp659Ant:

Octavius lead yryour battail softly on
upon yethe right hand of yethe even field

Sp660Oct:

upon yethe right

hand I: keep thou the left

Sp661Ant:

why doe you cross me in this exigent

Sp662Oct:

I doe not cross you but it shall be so

(march,

scena 2a

Drum enter Brutus Cassius and yethe Army

Sp663Brut

They stand and would have parley

166

Sp664Cas:

stand fast Titinius we must out and talk

Sp665Oct

Mark Antony shall we give sign of Battail?

Sp666Ant

no cæsar we will answer on their charge
make forth. yethe Generalls would have some words

Sp667Oct:

stirr not untill yethe signall.

Sp668Br:

words before blows is it so Countrymen?

Sp669Oct.

not ytthat we love words better, sir as you Doe

Sp670Br:

good words are better than bad words

Octavius

Sp671Ant

in yryour bad stroaks tyou Brutus give good words
witness yethe hole you made in Cæsars heart
Crying long live hail Cæsar.

Sp672Cas

Antony yethe posture of yryour blows are yet unknown
But for yryour words they rob yethe hybla bees
and leave them honyless.

Sp673Ant:

not stingless too?

Sp674Br:

o yes and soundless too
for you have stoln their buzzing Antony
and very wisely threat before you sting.

Sp675Ant

villains you did not so when yryour vile daggers
hackd one another in yethe side of Cæsar
you showd yryour teeth like apes
and fawnd like hounds
and bowd like bondmen kissing Cæsars feet
whilst damned Caska like a cur behind
Struck Cæsar on yethe neck. o ye flatterers

Sp676Cass:

flatterers? now Brutus thank yryour selfe
This tongue had not offended so to day
If Cassius might have rul’d

Sp677Oct

come come yethe cause, if arguing make us sweat
The proof of it will turn to redder drops
look I draw a sword against conspirators.
when thinck you ytthat the sword goes up again?
never till Cæsars 33 wounds
be well aveng’d or till another Cæsar
have added slaughter to yethe sword of traytors

Sp678Brut:

Cæsar Thou canst not dye by traytors hands
unless thou bringst them wthwith the

Oct

Sp679oct

So I hope
I was not born to dye on Brutus sword

Sp680Br:

o if thou wert yethe noblest of thy strain
young man thou couldst not dye more honourable.

Sp681Cass:

a peevish schoolboy worthy’s of such honour
Joynd wthwith a masker and a reveller.

Sp682Ant

Old cassius still

Sp683Oct:

come Antony away:
defyance trators hurle we in yryour teeth
if you dare fight to day come to yethe field
if not when you have stomachs

Exeunt Oct: Ant and army

Sp684Cas:

why now blow wind swell billow
And swim bark
The storm is up and all is on yethe hazard

Sp685Br:

ho Lucilius and Messala a word with you

Sp686Luc:

my LdLord

Sp687Mess:

wtwhat says my Generall

Sp688Cass:

Messala this is my birthday: as this very day
was Cassius born: Give me thy hand Messala
be thou my wittness ytthat against my will
(as pompey was) I am compeld to set
upon one battaile all our liberties.
you know ytthat I held Epicurus strong
and his opinion: now I change my mind
and partly credit things ytthat doe presage
Comming from sardis on our former ensign
2 mighty eagles fell and there they pearched
Gorging and feedind

from yethe souldiers hands.
who to Philippei here consorted us.
This morning are they fled away and Gone
and in their steads doe Ravens crows and kites
Fly ore our heads and downward look upon us
as we were sickly prey: their shadows seem
a Canopy most fatall under wchwhich
our Army lyes ready to give up yethe Ghost

Sp689Mes:

beleeve not so.

Sp690Cass:

I but believe it partly

166
167

For I am fresh of spirit and resolvd
to meet all peril very constantly

Sp691Brut:

even so Lucilius

Sp692Cas

now most noble Brutus
yethe Gods to Day stand friendly ytthat we may
lovers in peace lead on our dayes to age.
But since yethe affaires of men Rests still uncertain
Lets reason with yethe worst that may befall.
If we doe loose this Battail then is this
yethe very last time we shall speake togeather:
wtwhat are you then determined to do?

Sp693Br:

even by yethe Rule of ytthat Philosophy
by wchwhich I did blame Cato for yethe Death
which he did give himselfe; I know not how;
But I doe find it cowardly and pv vile
for fear of wtwhat might fall, so to prevent
yethe time of life arming myself wthwith patience
to stay yethe providence of some higher powers
that govern us below

Sp694Cas:

Then if we loose this Battail
you are contented to be led in triumph
Thoroug the streets of Rome.

Sp695Br:

No Cassius no:
Think not thou noble Roman
That ever Brutus will goe bound to Rome
he bears too great a mind; but this same day
must end yethe work ytthat th’ Ides of March began:
and whether we shall meet again I know not
Therfor our everlasting farewell take:
for ever and for ever farwell Cassius
if we do meet again, why we shall smile
if not why then this parting was

well made

Sp696Cass:

for ever and for ever farewell Brutus
If we doe again we’ll spmile indeed
if not tis tru this parting is well made

Sp697Br:

why then lead on. o that a man might know
the end of this dayes busines ere it come:
But it sufficeth ytthat yethe day will end

and then yethe end is known. come ho away (Exeunt

Scen: 3a

Allarums Enter Brutus & Messala

Sp698Br:

Ride ride Messala, Ride and give these bills
unto yethe legions on yethe other sid (Lowd alarum
Let em sett on at once: for I percieve
But cold demeanor in Octavioʼs wing
one suddain push gives them yethe overthrow
Ride ride messala lett em all come down (Exeunt

Scen: 4a

Allarums Enter Cassius and Titinius

Sp699Cas:

o Look Titinius looke yethe villains fly
my self have to my own turnd enemie.
This ensign here of mine was turning back
I slew yethe coward, & did take it from him.

Sp700Tit

O Cassius Brutus gave yethe word too early
who having some advantage on Octavius
took it too eagerly his soldiers took

to spoyl
whilst we by Antony are all inclosd.

Enter Pindarus

Sp701Cass Pin:

Fly further of my LdLord; fly further of
mark Antony is in yryour tents my LdLord
Fly therfor Noble Cassius fly farr of.

Sp702Cass:

this hill is farr enough. Look Look Titinius
are those my tents where I percieve the fire

Sp703Tit:

They are my LdLord

Sp704Cas:

Titinius if thou lovdst me
mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him
till he have brought thee up to yonder troupes
and here again ytthat I may rest assur’d
whether yond troupes are friends or enemies.

Sp705Tit

I will be here again. ev’n wthwith a thought (exit

Sp706Cas:

goe Pindarus get thither on that hill
my sight was ever thick regard Titinius
and tell me wtwhat thou not’st about yethe field.
This day I breathed first, time is come round
and where I did fe begin there shall I end
my life is run its compass. Sirra wtwhat newes

Sp707Pind:

from above. O my LdLord

Sp708Cas:

wtwhat news

Sp709Pind:

Titinius is enclosed round about.

168

wthwith horsmen ytthat make to him on yethe spur
yet he spurs on now they are almost on him:
Now Titinius; now some light: o he lights too
He’s tane – (Showt
and heark they shout for yjoy

Sp710Cass:

Come down behold no more
O Coward ytthat I am to live so Long
to see my best friend tane before my face
Pindarus descends
Come hither sirrah; In Parthia did I take thee prisoner
and then I sware thee sparing of thy life
ytthat wtwhatsoever I did bid thee doe
thou shouldst attempt it : come now keep thy oath
now be a freeman and wthwith this good sword
that ran through Cæsars bowells search this bosom
stand not to answer; here take thou yethe hilt
and when my face is covered as tis now
Guide thou yethe sword—— Cæsar thou art revengd
Even wthwith yethe yethe

sword ytthat kild thee (Dyes stabd by Pindarus

Sp711Pin:

so, I am free
yet would not so have bene
Durst I have done my will. O Cassius
farr from this country Pindarus shall run
where never Roman shall take note of him. (Exit

Scena: 5a

Enter Titinius & Messala

Sp712Mes:

it is but change Titinius; for Octavius
is overthrown by noble Brutus power
as Cassius Legions are by Antony.

Sp713Tit:

These tidings will well comfort Cassius

Sp714Mes:

where did you leave him

Sp715Tit

All disconsolate
wthwith pindarus his bondmand on this hill

Sp716Mes:

is not ytthat he ytthat lyes upon yethe ground

Sp717Tit:

He lyes not like yethe living. o my heart!

Sp718Mes:

is not ytthat he

Sp719Tit:

no this was he messala
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun

as in thy red rayes

thou dost sink to night
so in his red blood cassius day is set:
yethe son of Rome is set: our day is Gone
clowds dewes and dangers come our deeds are done
mistrust of my success hath done this deed

Sp720Mess:

mistrust of good success hath done this deed
o hatefull error melancholies child
why dost thou show to yethe apt thoughts of men
yethe things ytthat are not? o error soone conceiv’d
thou neves

comest unto a happy birth
but kills yethe mother ytthat engendred thee

Sp721Tit:

wtwhat Pindarus? where art thou Pindarus?

Sp722Mes:

seek him Titinius whilst I goe to meet
the noble Brutus thrusting this report into
into his eares I may say thrusting it
for piercing steel and Darts invenomed
shall be as welcom to yethe ears of Brutus
as tidings of this sight.

Sp723Tit

Hye you Messala
and I will seek for Pindarus yethe 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 doe his bidding. Brutus Comes apace
and see how I regarded Cassius:
By yryour leave Gods: this is a Romans part
Come Cassius sword, & find Titinius heart (Dies

Sc: 6a

Alarum. Enter Br: Mess: yong Cato strato
volumnius and Lucilius.

Sp724Br:

where where Messala doth his body Lye

Sp725Mes:

lo yonder and Messala Titinius mourning it

Sp726Brut:

Titinius face is upward

Sp727Cato:

he is slain

Sp728Brut:

O Julius Cæsar thou art mighty yet.

169

Thy spirit wake abroad and turns our swords
in our own proper entrailes

Sp729Cat:

brave titinius
Look if he have not crownd dead Cassius.

Sp730Brut:

are yet two Romans Living such as these?
The last of all yethe Romans fare thee well
it is impossible that ever Rome
should breed thy fellow: friends I ow more tears
to this dead man then you shall see me pay.
I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.
Come therfor and to tharsus send his body
his funeralls shall not be in our Ca‸mpe
least it discomfort us. Lucilius Come
and Come young Cato, let us to yethe field
Labio and flavius set your battails on
’tis three a clock, and Romans yet ere nigh
we shall try fortune in a second fight.

(Exeunt

Sce: 7a

Allarūm. Enter Brutus Messala, Cato
Lucilius and Flavius.

Sp731Brut:

yet countrymen: o yet hold up yryour heads

Sp732Cato:

wtwhat bastard doth not? who will goe with me?
I will proclaim my name about yethe field
I am yethe son of Marcus Cato. hoa
a foe to tyrants and my country’s friends.
I am yethe son of Marcus Cato hoa {Enter soldiers and fight

Sp733Brut:

and I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I.
Brutus my countryes friend know me for Brutus.

Sp734Luc:

o Yong and Noble cateo, art thou down?
why now thou dyest as bravely as Titinius
and mayst be honourd being Cato’s son (Exit Brutus

Sp735Sol:

yield or thou dyest

Sp736Luc:

only I yield to dye
There is so much ytthat thou wilt kill me streight
Kill Brutus and be honourd in his death.

Sp737Sol:

we must not. a Noble Prisoner

Enter Antony

Sp7381 sol:

Roome hoe! tell Antony Brutus is tane

Sp7392

I’ll tell yethe news here comes yethe Generall
Brutus is tane Brutus is tane my LdLord

Sp740Ant

where is he

Sp741Luc:

safe Antony Brutus is safe enough
I dare assure thee ytthat no enemye
shall ever take alive yethe valiant

Brutus
The Gods defend him from so great a shame
when you doe find him or alive or dead
he will be found like Brutus: Like himself.

Sp742Ant:

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 then enemies. Goe on
and see whether Brutus be alive or Dead,
and bring unto us at Octavius tent
Howe every thing hath chanc’d (Exeunt

Scen: 8a

Exnter Brutus, Dardanius Clitus
strato & Volumnius.

Sp743Brut:

come poor remains of friends rest on this rock

Sp744Clit:

Statilius shewd yethe torchlight, but my LdLord
He came not back, he is or tane or slaine

Sp745Brut:

sit thee down Clitus slaying is yethe word.
it is a deed in fashion. Heark thee Clitus. [whispers him

Sp746Clit

wtwhat I my LdLord? no not for all yethe world.

Sp747Brut:

peace then no words.

Sp748Clit

I’ll rather kill my selfe

Sp749Brut:

heark thee Dardanius.

Sp750Dar:

shall I doe such a deed [whispers Dar:

Sp751Clit:

o Dardanius

Sp752Dar:

o Clitus

Sp753Clit:

wtwhat ill request did Brutus make to thee

Sp754Dard:

to kill him Clitus: look he meditates

Sp755Clit:

now is ytthat noble vessel full of grief
That it runs over even at his very eyes

Sp756Brut:

come hither good Volumnius List a word

Sp757Vol:

wtwhat sayes my LdLord

Sp758Brut:

why this volumnius
The ghost of Cæsar hath appear’d to me

170

two severall times by night, at Sardis once
and this last night here in Philippi’s fields
I know my hour is come.

Sp759Vol:

not so my LdLord

Sp760Brut:

nay I am sure its is Volumnius.
Thou seest the world Volumnius how is goes
our enemies have betat us to yethe pit:
it is more worthy to leap in our selves
Then tarry till they push us Good Volumnius
thou knowst ytthat we two went to school togeather
even forthatfor that ‸our love of old I prethee
hold thou my sword hilts till

I run upon it

Sp761Vol:

that’s not an office for a friend my LdLord

Sp762Cli:

fly fly my LdLord there is no tarrijng here

Sp763Brut:

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 ytthat yet in all my life
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I shall have glory by this loosing day
more than Octaviꝯus and Mark Antony
by this vile conquest shall attain unto
so fare you well att once for Brutus tongue
hath almost ended his life’s history
night hangs upon my eyes my bones would rest
ytthat have but labour’d to attain this hour.

Allarū. cry within Fly Fly Fly

Sp764Cly:

fly my LdLord fly.

Sp765Brut

Hence I will follow:
I prethee Strato stay thou by thy LdLord
Thou art a fellow of a good respect
Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in’t
hold then my sword and turn away thy face
while I doe run upon it wilt thou Strato?

Sp766Stra:

Give me yryour hand first. fare you well my LdLord

Sp767Brut:

farewell good Strato.—— Cæsar now be still
I kild not thee with halfe so Good a will. ( Dyes

Scena ulma

Allarum. Retreat. Enter Antony Octavius
Messala Lucilius and yethe army.

Sp768Oct:

wtwhat man is ytthat?

Sp769Mes:

my masters man, Stato where is thy master

Sp770Stra:

free from yethe bondage you are in Messala
yethe Conquerors can but make a fire of him
for Brutus only overcame himselfe
and no man else hath honour by his death.

Sp771Luc:

so Brutus should be found. I thanck thee Brutus
ytthat thou hast made Lucilius saying true

Sp772Oct:

All ytthat serv’d Brutus I will entertain them.
fellow wilt thou bestow thouy time on me

Sp773Str:

I If messala will prefer me to you

Sp774Oct

Do so then good Messala

Sp775AMes:

how Dyd my master

strato

Sp776Stra:

I held yethe sword and he did run upon it

Sp777Mess:

Octavius then take him to follow thee
That did yethe latest service to my Master

Sp778Ant:

this was yethe noblest Roman of them all
All yethe conspirators save only he
did wtwhat they did in envy of great Cæsar
He only in a generall honest thought
and common good to all made one of them
His life was gentle and yethe elements
so mixt in him ytthat nature might stand up
and say to all yethe world, this was a man.

Sp779Oct:

according to his vertues lett us use him
wthwithallwith all respect and rites of buriall.
wthinwithin my tent this night his bones shall lye
most like a souldier orderd honourably
so call yethe field to rest, and lets away
to part yethe glories of this happy day (Exeunt omnes

Finis

1694

Annotations

assemble … sort;

MS annotation in left-hand margin by a later hand: x (cross).

Enter … Flavius

MS annotation in left-hand margin by a later hand: x (cross).

Scene 2a

Scene numbers not in F2. The scribe adds scene numbers throughout the play.

lett … you

MS annotation in left-hand margin by a later hand: x (cross).

Manent

The Douai scribe shows a scrupulousness about entries and exits which (here and elsewhere in this act) makes him specify that Brutus and Cassius need to remain on stage during the next scene.

councell

Erroneous repetition of the word councell (the scribe’s eye was obviously drawn to the previous line) – not in F2.

Scen: 5a

Numbering error for Scene 4. Number 4 is simply skipped.

Caesar … contrive

Speech attribute missing, as in F2 where the letter is presented in italics after the stage directions. Letter and speech spoken by Artemidorus.

Alecto

This original emendation substitutes Alecto, one of the Erinyes of Greek mythology, the goddesses responsible for punishing wrongdoing, for Ate, the goddess of mischief, ruin, and rash action.

know

Closing parenthesis missing.

not meet: you know

No colon in F2. By punctuating this line differently, the Douai editor introduces a different nuance.

stand

Speech attribute 1 Soldier missing, as in F2.

stand

Speech attribute 2 Soldier missing, as in F2.

stand

Speech attribute 3 Soldier missing, as in F2.

They come forward.

They in the stage directions must refer to Titinus and Lucilius whose entries are are otherwise not indicated. The comic scene of the visit of the Cynick poet is entirely excised here, perhaps because it is a distraction from the main action. It is the most significant cut in this play which otherwise follows the text very closely.

force

This word at the end of the page was accidentally omitted by the Douai scribe and added by a later hand, different from the one that adds several stage directions in the margins.

upon my pay

pay is a transcription error for Boy; this intriguing slip could indicate that the Douai manuscript might have been copied, at least in part, from an intermediary manuscript source (as suggested by G. Blakemore Evans in 1962), and perhaps not from F2 directly throughout, although there are no other instances of this.

I know not sir.

Lucius’s cue, which must have been accidentally left out by the scribe, was added on a second reading on the same line as Brutus’s cue; the scribe also corrected the speech attribution of the following line, which he had first attributed to Lucius.

And look where Publius is come to fetch me

This line is a continuation of Caesar’s speech. The scribe adds a scene break in the middle of a speech without indicating that Caesar remains on stage and continues to speak.

[Ghost descends

This stage direction is one of several that were added by a later second hand, usually in the right margin. It points to an interesting stage business which makes Caesar’s ghost descends from where it had first appeared, i.e. above, perhaps on a gallery or on a balcony.

Murellus

This word, written in the bottom margin, was half cut at the binding stage.

from the from the

Accidental repetition.

Collations

This edition:

feds:

F2:

fed

Scribal error.

This edition:

busyness:

F2:

matters, nor womans matters;

This edition:

leat

F2:

lead

Probably a transcription error.

This edition:

Cæesar

F2:

the Cæsars

The scribe corrects an error of F2.

This edition:

Exeunt.

F2:

Sennet. Exeunt.

Suppression of a sound effect, which might reflect different performance circumstances.

This edition:

of which

F2:

whereof

This edition:

Brutus / have

F2:

Brutus, / And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake, / Have

Omission of a line.

This edition:

profess … favour

F2:

professe in Banquetting

The Douai scribe corrects an incomplete line in F2 (which omitted myself after profess) by adding my favour, although the line is slightly irregular as a consequence.

This edition:

Cæesar … shores)

F2:

The troubled Tyber, chasing with her Shores, / Cæsar saies to me, Dar’st thou Cassius now

This edition:

went to

F2:

was in

This edition:

did

F2:

he did

Omission to achieve a regular line.

This edition:

its

F2:

his

This edition:

alone … Again

F2:

alone. / Shout. Flourish.

This edition:

manent

F2:

No stage direction in F2, and no scene break either.

This edition:

scornd … mockd

F2:

mock’d himselfe, and scorn’d

This edition:

I … Cæsar

F2:

alwayes I am Cæsar

This edition:

Exeunt

F2:

Sennit. / Exeunt

The sound effect is again cancelled in the Douai MS.

This edition:

did … as

F2:

did not clap, and hisse him, according as

Erroneous omission of not.

This edition:

stabd

F2:

stabl’d

Douai edits F2.

This edition:

nothing

F2:

any thing

This edition:

writings … citizens)

F2:

As if they came from severall Citizens, / Writtings, all tending to the great opinion

This edition:

on you

F2:

for you

This edition:

Scena 3a

F2:

No scene break in F2.

This edition:

Scene 4a

F2:

No scene break in F2.

Brutus, Cassius and Caska (who have entered with Caesar’s train above) remain on stage.

This edition:

Scena 5a

F2:

No scene break in F2.

This edition:

split

F2:

riu’d

This edition:

F2:

which

This edition:

gently

F2:

surely

This edition:

Sce: 6a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

use em

F2:

use

This edition:

thee

F2:

thy selfe

This edition:

thyghs

F2:

thews

A scribal emendation. The word thews originally means “customs, habits”, and by extension bodily proportions, lineaments, or parts (OED thew, n.1).

This edition:

stony … towers

F2:

Stony Tower, nor Walls

This edition:

pleasure

F2:

pleasure. Thunder still.

Omission of a sound effect.

This edition:

Scen:7a

F2:

Not in F2.

Cassius and Caska remain on stage.

This edition:

your

F2:

our

This edition:

Scena ja

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

and scorns

F2:

scorning

This edition:

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

councell

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

cloaks

F2:

Cloathes

A mistake in F2, corrected here.

This edition:

deep

F2:

dark

This edition:

himselfe

F2:

it selfe

This edition:

Scen: 2a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

Enter

F2:

Enter the Conspirators,

An interesting emendation: the Douai scribe does not call them conspirators.

This edition:

Roman

F2:

Noble Roman

This edition:

priest

F2:

priests

Scribal error.

This edition:

sham

F2:

staine

An original variant, which emphasizes the hypocrisy of cowards.

This edition:

lets leave

F2:

Let us not leave

Emendation which could also be a scribal error. To have Caska disagree with the others introduces an interesting dissensus (and anticipates the direction the conversation takes after this line).

This edition:

and the

F2:

And in the

Scribal omission.

This edition:

we all

F2:

we will all

This edition:

Let our

F2:

Let not our

Scribal omission.

This edition:

sound

F2:

so sound

This edition:

Scen: 3a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

& when

F2:

Musing, and sighing, with your armes a-crosse: / And when

Omission of a line.

This edition:

& dare

F2:

to dare

This edition:

your

F2:

this

This edition:

secrets

F2:

Counsels

This edition:

Scen: 5a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

scena 6a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

you

F2:

they

This edition:

ghost

F2:

ghosts

Scribal error.

This edition:

Enter … Brutus

F2:

Enter Decius

Placed three lines down in F2.

This edition:

tell ’em

F2:

Say

This edition:

some men

F2:

some one

This edition:

some other

F2:

another

This edition:

sce:7a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

scen: 8a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

most

F2:

Most high

Scribal omission.

This edition:

Scene ja

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

no better

F2:

more worthy

This edition:

F2:

base

This edition:

starrs

F2:

sparkes

Scribal emendation.

This edition:

Cæsar falls

F2:

fall Cæesar

This edition:

the streets

F2:

the Streets / Cas. Some to the common Pulpits, and cry out / Liberty, Freedome, and Enfrachisement.

Cut, perhaps because this is a repetition.

This edition:

Scen: 2a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

most … noble:

F2:

most boldest, and best

This edition:

still I have

F2:

yet have I

This edition:

Scen 3a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

live I 1000 year

F2:

Live a thousand yeeres

Scribal ementation

This edition:

hand

F2:

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 Caska, yours; / Though last, not least in love, yours good Trebonius,

A cut of five lines.

This edition:

neerer

F2:

dearer

This edition:

rights

F2:

rites

This edition:

in … funerall

F2:

About his Funerall

This edition:

thy

F2:

these

This edition:

Alecto

F2:

With Ate

Emendation, see annotation.

This edition:

Scen 4a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

will Brutus … Cassius

F2:

will heare Brutus speake. / 2. I will heare Cassius

This edition:

does not

F2:

will not

This edition:

what’s … sayd

F2:

What does he say of Brutus

This edition:

we … him

F2:

We are glad that Rome is rid of him.

Variant.

This edition:

all the rest

F2:

they all, all

This edition:

royal

F2:

Kingly

This edition:

men.

F2:

men. / I will not do them wrong, I rather choose / To wrong the dead, to wrong my selfe and you, / Then I will wrong such Honourable men.

Three lines missing: perhaps the scribe’s eye was caught by the repetition at the end of the line Honourable men, which might have made him skip the lines.

This edition:

men?

F2:

men? / All. The Will, the Testament. / 2. Thy were Villaines, Murderers: the Will, reade the Will.

Two lines of text omitted.

This edition:

Sce: 5a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

now

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

verses.

F2:

verses, teare him for his bad Verses.

This edition:

out … then

F2:

but his name out of his heart, and

This edition:

away away

F2:

Away, go

This edition:

scen: Ia

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

men … dye

F2:

many then shall die

This edition:

F2:

Who

This edition:

sleight

F2:

slight

This edition:

F2:

stand

This edition:

Sc: 2a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

Enter:

F2:

Drum. Enter

Another instance of a missing sound effect in the Douai MS.

This edition:

In … officers

F2:

by ill Officers

This edition:

Ever not

F2:

Ever note

Scribal error.

This edition:

Scen: 3a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

march

F2:

move

This edition:

urge

F2:

Tempt

This edition:

noble

F2:

Noble men

Omission of the word men.

This edition:

by as

F2:

by me, as

This edition:

torne

F2:

riu’d

This edition:

you shall

F2:

it shall

This edition:

They … forward.

F2:

Enter a Poet. / Poet. Let me goe in to see the Generals, / There is some grudge betweene em, tis not meete / They be alone. / Luci. You shall not come to them. / Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me. / Cassi. How now? Whats the matter? / Poet. For shame you Generals? what doe you meane? / Love, and be friends, as two such men should be, / For I have seene more yeeres Ime sure then yee. / Cassi. Ha, ha, how vildely doth this Cynicked rime: / Bru. Get you hend sirrah: Sawcy fellow, hence. / Cassi. Beare with him Brutus, tis his fashion, / Brut. Ile know his humour, when he knowes his time: / What should the Warres doe with these ligging fooles? / Companion, hence. / Cassi. Away, away be gone. Exit Poet.

The scene with the poet is entirely excised, perhaps for dramatic efficiency. See annotation.

This edition:

Sce. 4ta

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

will

F2:

tell

This edition:

place … us

F2:

ground / Doe stand

The scribe’s eye was perhaps drawn to the word place on the preceding line.

This edition:

there is

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

please

F2:

please you

This edition:

pay

F2:

Boy

See annotation.

This edition:

lett on

F2:

set on

This edition:

Scen: ja

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

right

F2:

left

Correction to the text of F2 which could be a mistake.

This edition:

it … so

F2:

I will doe so

This edition:

words

F2:

strokes

Repetition which could be a mistake.

This edition:

feedind

F2:

feeding

Transcription error.

This edition:

was

F2:

This edition:

took

F2:

fell

This edition:

the the

F2:

the

Scribal mistake.

This edition:

(Dyes … Pindarus

F2:

Kills him

This edition:

(Exit

F2:

Not in F2.

Addition of a Stage Direction.

This edition:

scena 2a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

Scen:3a

F2:

Not in F2

This edition:

Scen: 4a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

Scena: 5a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

Sc: 6a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

rayes

F2:

blood

Variant that plays with the image of the setting sun in the previous line.

This edition:

neves

F2:

never

Transcription error.

This edition:

Sce: 7a

F2:

Not in F2.

Cassius and Caska remain on stage.

This edition:

valiant

F2:

Noble

This edition:

Scen: 8a

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

till

F2:

while

This edition:

Scena Ulma

F2:

Not in F2.

This edition:

my master

F2:

Correction of an accidental omission in F2.

Prosopography

Ada Souchu

Ada Souchu is an MA student at Sorbonne Université in Early Modern English literature. After a BA in Classics in 2021, they are currently doing an MA on Latin and Greek sources in Early Modern theatre. They are a junior transcriber on the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project.

Béatrice Rouchon

Béatrice Rouchon is a PhD candidate at Sorbonne Université. Her research interests lie in authorial strategies and paratexts in early modern England. She is currently working on the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project.

Côme Saignol

Côme Saignol is a PhD candidate at Sorbonne University where he is preparing a thesis about the reception of Cyrano de Bergerac. After working several years on Digital Humanities, he created a company named CS Edition & Corpus to assist researchers in classical humanities. His interests include: eighteenth-century theatre, philology, textual alignment, and XML databases.

Emma Bartel

Emma Bartel is a transcriber with the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project.

Eric Rasmussen

Eric Rasmussen is Regents Teaching Professor and Foundation Professor of English at the University of Nevada. He is co-editor with Sir Jonathan Bate of the RSC William Shakespeare Complete Works and general editor, with Paul Werstine, of the New Variorum Shakespeare. He has received the Falstaff Award from PlayShakespeare.com for Best Shakespearean Book of the Year in 2007, 2012, and 2013.

Janelle Jenstad

Janelle Jenstad is a Professor of English at the University of Victoria, Director of The Map of Early Modern London, and Director of Linked Early Modern Drama Online. With Jennifer Roberts-Smith and Mark Kaethler, she co-edited Shakespeare’s Language in Digital Media: Old Words, New Tools (Routledge). She has edited John Stow’s A Survey of London (1598 text) for MoEML and is currently editing The Merchant of Venice (with Stephen Wittek) and Heywood’s 2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody for DRE. Her articles have appeared in Digital Humanities Quarterly, Elizabethan Theatre, Early Modern Literary Studies, Shakespeare Bulletin, Renaissance and Reformation, and The Journal of Medieval and Early Modern Studies. She contributed chapters to Approaches to Teaching Othello (MLA); Teaching Early Modern Literature from the Archives (MLA); Institutional Culture in Early Modern England (Brill); Shakespeare, Language, and the Stage (Arden); Performing Maternity in Early Modern England (Ashgate); New Directions in the Geohumanities (Routledge); Early Modern Studies and the Digital Turn (Iter); Placing Names: Enriching and Integrating Gazetteers (Indiana); Making Things and Drawing Boundaries (Minnesota); Rethinking Shakespeare Source Study: Audiences, Authors, and Digital Technologies (Routledge); and Civic Performance: Pageantry and Entertainments in Early Modern London (Routledge). For more details, see janellejenstad.com.

John Delsinne

John Delsinne is a PhD candidate at Sorbonne Université where he is preparing a dissertation on the staging and representation of battles in Shakespeare’s history plays. He seeks to determine how the historical sources were adapted and tries to reconsider the vision of military history that arises from the plays. He is both an encoder and a transcriber with the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project.

Line Cottegnies

Line Cottegnies teaches early-modern literature at Sorbonne Université. She is the author of a monograph on the politics of wonder in Caroline poetry, LʼÉclipse du regard: la poésie anglais du baroque au classicisme (Droz, 1997), and has co-edited several collections of essays, including Authorial Conquests: Essays on Genre in the Writings of Margaret Cavendish (AUP, 2003, with Nancy Weitz), Women and Curiosity in the Early Modern Period (Brill, 2016), with Sandring Parageau, or Henry V: A Critical Guide (Bloomsbury, 2018), with Karen Britland. She has published on seventeenth-century literature, from Shakespeare and Raleigh to Ahpra Behn and Mary Astell. Her research interests are: early-modern drama and poetry, the politics of translation (between France and England), and women authors of the period. She has also developed a particular interest in editing: she had edited half of Shakespeareʼs plays for the Gallimard bilingual complete works (alone and in collaboration), and, also, Henry IV, Part 2, for The Norton Shakespeare 3 (2016). With Marie-Alice Belle, she has co-edited two Elizabethan translations of Robert Garnier (by Mary Sidney Herbert and Thomas Kyd), published in 2017 in the MHRA Tudor and Stuart Translation Series as Robert Garnier in Elizabethan England. She is currently working on an edition of three Behnʼs translations from the French for the Cambridge edition of Behn’s Complete Works

Louise Fang

Louise Fang is a Lecturer in English Literature at the Université Sorbonne Paris Nord. She has published a monograph on Shakespeare and games (Shakespeare et les jeux, Classiques Garnier, 2021) and is working on early modern drama. She is a transcriber and an editor in the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project.

Mahayla Galliford

Research assistant, remediator, encoder, 2021–present. Mahayla Galliford is a fourth-year student in the English Honours and Humanities Scholars programs at the University of Victoria. She researches early modern drama and her Jamie Cassels Undergraduate Research Award project focused on approaches to encoding early modern stage directions.

Navarra Houldin

Project manager 2022–present. Textual remediator 2021–present. Navarra Houldin (they/them) completed their BA in History and Spanish at the University of Victoria in 2022. During their degree, they worked as a teaching assistant with the University of Victoriaʼs Department of Hispanic and Italian Studies. Their primary research was on gender and sexuality in early modern Europe and Latin America.

Nicolas Thibault

Nicolas Thibault is a former student of the Ecole Normale Supérieure (Paris) and is currently completing a PhD on counsel and counsellors in late Elizabethan and early Jacobean English history plays at Sorbonne Université under the supervision of Line Cottegnies. He has recently published an article on The Intelligibility of History and the (In)visibility of the Bruised Bodies in Sir Thomas More in a 2021 issue of the Sillages Critiques journal (VALE, Sorbonne University). From 2018 to 2021, he taught English and American literature and British history at Sorbonne Université. Since 2022, he has been a research and teaching assistant at the Languages Department of Paris I Panthéon-Sorbonne Université. His areas of interest include early modern drama, political history, and the representation of counsel.

William Shakespeare

Bibliography

Evans, G. Blakemore The Douai Manuscript—Six Shakespearean Transcripts (1694–1695). Philological Quarterly, 41 (1962), 158–172.

Hedbäck, Ann-Mari. The Douai Manuscript Reexamined. Papers of the Bibliographical Society of America, 73.1 (1979), 1–18.

OED: The Oxford English Dictionary. 2nd ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.

Shakespeare, William. Mr William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies. London: Robert Allot, 1632. STC 22274. ESTC S111233.

Orgography

Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes Valmore (DOUA2)

Bibliothèque municipale de Douai (DOUA2)

https://www.bm-douai.fr/

Formerly known as Bibliothèque municipale de Douai.

LEMDO Team (LEMD1)

The LEMDO Team is based at the University of Victoria and normally comprises the project director, the lead developer, project manager, junior developers(s), remediators, encoders, and remediating editors.

Witnesses

Douai MS 787 as transcribed by Line Cottegnies and the Sorbonne team.

Shakespeare, William. Mr William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies. London: Robert Allot, 1632. STC 22274. ESTC S111233.

Notes on scribal hands

The primary scribal hand used in the Douai MS, which is MS 787 in the Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes-Valmore repository. The scribe made changes and additions at a later stage.

A second, later hand is used in the Douai MS, which is MS 787 in the Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes-Valmore repository. It is responsible for the insertion of stage directions. This later hand is smaller, thinner, and more slanting than the main scribal hand. It does not appear in Macbeth.

A word by a third hand is added to the text of Julius Caesar in the Douai MS, which is MS 787 in the Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes-Valmore repository.

Metadata

Authority title	Julius Caesar: Semi-Diplomatic Edition
Type of text	Primary Source Text
Short title	Douai JC
Publisher	Sorbonne Université and University of Victoria on the Linked Early Modern Drama Online Platform
Series	Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project
Source
Editorial declaration	Edited according to the Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Projectʼs Editorial Procedures
Edition	Released with The Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project 1.0
Sponsor(s)	The Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project Anthology Lead: Line Cottegnies. The project is a scientific collaboration between Sorbonne Université and the University of Victoria.
Encoding description	Encoded in TEI P5 according to the LEMDO Customization and Encoding Guidelines
Document status	published, peer-reviewed
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Julius Caesar: Semi-Diplomatic Edition

Julius Cæsar

Annotations

Collations

Prosopography

Ada Souchu

Béatrice Rouchon

Côme Saignol

Emma Bartel

Eric Rasmussen

Janelle Jenstad

John Delsinne

Line Cottegnies

Louise Fang

Mahayla Galliford

Navarra Houldin

Nicolas Thibault

William Shakespeare

Bibliography

Orgography

Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes Valmore (DOUA2)

Bibliothèque municipale de Douai (DOUA2)

LEMDO Team (LEMD1)

Witnesses

Notes on scribal hands

Metadata

The Douai Shakespeare Manuscript Project