Julius Caesar

Antony

Let but the commons hear this testament — 
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — 
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's 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 legacy
Unto their issue.

Caesar

                      Hence!  Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Decius Brutus

[Coming forward]

Caesar

Casca

[Coming forward]
[Casca first, then the other Conspirators, and finally Brutus stab Caesar.]

Caesar

[Caesar dies.]

Cinna

Cassius

Brutus

Casca

Decius Brutus

Brutus

Cinna

Metellus Cimber

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

[Re-enter Trebonius.]

Cassius

Trebonius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Decius Brutus

Cassius

[Enter Antony’s Servant.]

Brutus

Servant

Brutus

Servant

[Exit Servant.]

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

[Re-enter Antony.]

Antony

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Antony

Cassius

Antony

Cassius

Antony

Brutus

Antony

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Antony

Brutus

[Exit all but Antony.]

Antony

[Enter Octavius' Servant.]

Octavius' Servant

Antony

Octavius' Servant

[Seeing the body]

Antony

Octavius' Servant

Antony

[Exit with Caesar's body.]

Brutus

And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords.
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place,
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty!'

Brutus

It must be by his death; and, for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crowned —
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him
That at his will he may do danger with.

Cassius

I know where I will wear this dagger then;
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

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