Octavius Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Antony No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge. Make forth, the generals would have some words. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1436
Brutus Words before blows; is it so, countrymen? Octavius Not that we love words better, as you do. Brutus Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Antony In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words. Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, Crying 'Long live! Hail, Caesar!' Cassius Antony Brutus Antony Cassius Octavius Brutus Octavius Brutus Cassius Antony Octavius [Exit Octavius, Antony, and their army.] Cassius Brutus Lucilius [Brutus and Lucilius converse apart.] Cassius Messala Cassius Messala Cassius Brutus [Brutus rejoins Cassius.] Cassius Brutus Cassius Brutus Cassius Brutus [Exit.] Read more about popup_note_index_item 1437
Brutus Words before blows; is it so, countrymen? Octavius Not that we love words better, as you do. Brutus Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius. Antony In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words. Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart, Crying 'Long live! Hail, Caesar!' Cassius Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Antony Not stingless too? Brutus O yes, and soundless too! For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony, And very wisely threat before you sting. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1438
Antony This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit, The threefold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it? Octavius So you thought him, And took his voice who should be pricked to die In our black sentence and proscription. Antony Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honors on this man To ease ourselves of divers sland’rous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way. And having brought our treasure where we will, Then take we down his load, and turn him off, Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears And graze in commons. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1426
Artemidorus Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule. Decius Brutus Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. Artemidorus O Caesar, read mine first, for mine's a suit That touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar! Caesar What touches us ourself shall be last served. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1410
Caesar Are we all ready? What is now amiss That Caesar and his Senate must redress? Read more about popup_note_index_item 1411
Casca Speak, hands for me! [Casca first, then the other Conspirators, and finally Brutus stab Caesar.] Caesar Et tu, Brute? — Then fall, Caesar! [Caesar dies.] Cinna Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets! Cassius Some to the common pulpits, and cry out 'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!' Read more about popup_note_index_item 1412
Brutus Soft! Who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Servant [Kneeling] Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down, And being prostrate, thus he bade me say, 'Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving. Say I love Brutus and I honor him; Say I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him. If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolved How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead So well as Brutus living, but will follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this untrod state With all true faith.' So says my master Antony. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1413
Brutus O Antony, beg not your death of us! Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As by our hands and this our present act You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done. Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome — As fire drives out fire, so pity pity — Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony. Our arms no strength of malice, and our hearts Of brothers' temper, do receive you in With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1414