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MAL. Be this the whet-stone of your sword, let grief
Convert to wrath ; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
MacD. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue. But, gentle Heav'n!
Cut short all intermiffion : front to front,
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;
Within my sword's length set him, if he 'scape,
Then Heav'n, forgive him too! .
MAL. This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the King, our power is ready;
Qur lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.
CH A P. XXIV. ANTONY'S SOLILOQUY over CÆSAR's BODY.
PARDON me, thou bleeding piece of earth!
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers,
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
(Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse Tall light upon the line of men ;
Domestic fury, and fierce civil ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be fo in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Their infants quarter'd by the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds;
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até by his fide come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry, Havock, and let slip the dogs of war.
CHA P. XXV. ANTON Y's FUNERAL ORATION OVER
[RIENDS, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears, I I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Cæsar! Noble Brutus Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious; If it were fo, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Cæfar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus, says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; . . Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cry'd, Cæsar hath wept ;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown ;
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause.
What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him ?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.—Bear with me.-
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must pause till it come back to me..
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle ; I remember,
The first time ever Cæsar put it on,
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii-
Look! in this place ran Callius' dagger through;
See what a rent the envious Casca made.-
Through this the well-beloved Brutus ftabb’d;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it !
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd,
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no:
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel.
Judge, oh ye gods! how dearly Cæsar lov’d him;
This, this was the unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquilh'd him; then burft his mighty heart:
And, in his mantle muffing up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilf bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind souls ; what, weep you when you but behold
Our Cæfar’s vesture wounded ? look you here!
Here is himfelf, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not ftir you up
To any sudden flood of mutiny."
They that have done this deed are honourable.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it; they are wise and honourable;
And will, no doubt, with reason 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,
That love my friend;. and that, they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
A&tion nor ute’rance, nor the power of speech,
To ftir men's blood ; I only speak right on : .
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths!
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony.
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
C H À P. XXVI. The QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. CAS. THAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this,
You have condemn’d and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letter (praying on his fide, Because I knew the man) was slighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. Iu such a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment. ·
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To fell and mart your offices for gold,
Cas. I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus that spake this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Cas. Chaftisement !
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, . That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?