The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (unsourced edition)/Act IV
SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony's house.
[Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table.]
- These many then shall die; their names are prick'd.
- Your brother too must die: consent you, Lepidus?
- I do consent,—
- Prick him down, Antony.
- —Upon condition Publius shall not live,
- Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
- He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
- But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
- Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
- How to cut off some charge in legacies.
- What, shall I find you here?
- Or here, or at the Capitol.
- This is a slight unmeritable man,
- Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
- The three-fold world divided, he should stand
- One of the three to share it?
- So you thought him;
- And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
- In our black sentence and proscription.
- Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
- And, though we lay these honors on this man,
- To ease ourselves of divers slanderous 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.
- You may do your will;
- But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
- So is my horse, Octavius;and for that
- I do appoint him store of provender:
- It is a creature that I teach to fight,
- To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
- His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
- And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
- He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
- A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
- On objects, arts, and imitations,
- Which, out of use and staled by other men,
- Begin his fashion: do not talk of him
- But as a property. And now, Octavius,
- Listen great things. Brutus and Cassius
- Are levying powers: we must straight make head;
- Therefore let our alliance be combined,
- Our best friends made, our means stretch'd;
- And let us presently go sit in council,
- How covert matters may be best disclosed,
- And open perils surest answered.
- Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
- And bay'd about with many enemies;
- And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
- Millions of mischiefs.
SCENE II. Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.
[Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Titinius, and Soldiers; Pindarus
- meeting them; Lucius at some distance.]
- Stand, ho!
- Give the word, ho! and stand.
- What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
- He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
- To do you salutation from his master.
[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus.]
- He greets me well.—Your master, Pindarus,
- In his own change, or by ill officers,
- Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
- Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
- I shall be satisfied.
- I do not doubt
- But that my noble master will appear
- Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
- He is not doubted.—A word, Lucilius:
- How he received you, let me be resolved.
- With courtesy and with respect enough;
- But not with such familiar instances,
- Nor with such free and friendly conference,
- As he hath used of old.
- Thou hast described
- A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
- When love begins to sicken and decay,
- It useth an enforced ceremony.
- There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
- But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
- Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
- But, when they should endure the bloody spur,
- They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades
- Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
- They meant his night in Sard is to be quarter'd:
- The greater part, the Horse in general,
- Are come with Cassius.
- Hark! he is arrived.
- March gently on to meet him.
[Enter Cassius and Soldiers.]
- Stand, ho!
- Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
- Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.
- Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies?
- And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
- Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
- And when you do them—
- Cassius, be content;
- Speak your griefs softly, I do know you well.
- Before the eyes of both our armies here,
- Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
- Let us not wrangle; bid them move away;
- Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
- And I will give you audience.
- Bid our commanders lead their charges off
- A little from this ground.
- Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man
- Come to our tent till we have done our conference.—
- Lucius and Titinius, guard our door.
SCENE III. within the tent of Brutus.
[Enter Brutus and Cassius.]
- 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;
- Whereas my letters, praying on his side
- Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
- You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
- In such a time as this it is not meet
- That every nice offense should bear his comment.
- Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
- Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm,
- To sell and mart your offices for gold
- To undeservers.
- I an itching palm!
- You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
- Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
- The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
- And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
- Remember March, the Ides of March remember:
- Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
- What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
- 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
- And sell the mighty space of our large honours
- For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
- I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
- Than such a Roman.
- Brutus, bay not me,
- I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
- To hedge me in; I am a soldier, ay,
- Older in practice, abler than yourself
- To make conditions.
- Go to; you are not, Cassius.
- I am.
- I say you are not.
- Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
- Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther.
- Away, slight man!
- Is't possible?
- Hear me, for I will speak.
- Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
- Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
- O gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?
- All this? ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;
- Go show your slaves how choleric you are,
- And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
- Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
- Under your testy humour? By the gods,
- You shall digest the venom of your 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.
- Is it come to this?
- You say you are a better soldier:
- Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
- And it shall please me well: for mine own part,
- I shall be glad to learn of abler men.
- You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus.
- I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
- Did I say "better"?
- If you did, I care not.
- When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.
- Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.
- I durst not?
- What, durst not tempt him?
- For your life you durst not.
- Do not presume too much upon my love;
- I may do that I shall be sorry for.
- You have done that you should be sorry for.
- There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
- For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
- That they pass by me as the idle wind
- Which I respect not. I did send to you
- For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;—
- For I can raise no money by vile means:
- By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
- And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
- From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
- By any indirection:—I did send
- To you for gold to pay my legions,
- Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
- Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
- When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous
- To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
- Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
- Dash him to pieces!
- I denied you not.
- You did.
- I did not. He was but a fool
- That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:
- A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
- But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
- I do not, till you practise them on me.
- You love me not.
- I do not like your faults.
- A friendly eye could never see such faults.
- A flatterer's would not, though they do appear
- As huge as high Olympus.
- Come, Antony and young Octavius, come,
- Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,
- For Cassius is a-weary of the world;
- Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
- Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
- Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote,
- To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
- My spirit from mine eyes!—There is my dagger,
- And here my naked breast; within, a heart
- Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
- If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
- I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
- Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know,
- When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better
- Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
- Sheathe your dagger:
- Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
- Do what you will, dishonor shall be humour.
- O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
- That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
- Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
- And straight is cold again.
- Hath Cassius lived
- To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,
- When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him?
- When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
- Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
- And my heart too.
- O Brutus,—
- What's the matter?
- —Have not you love enough to bear with me,
- When that rash humor which my mother gave me
- Makes me forgetful?
- Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth,
- When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,
- He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
- [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals:
- There is some grudge between 'em; 'tis not meet
- They be alone.
- [Within.] You shall not come to them.
- [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.
[Enter Poet, followed by Lucilius, and Titinius.]
- How now! What's the matter?
- For shame, you generals! what do you mean?
- Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;
- For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.
- Ha, ha! How vilely doth this cynic rhyme!
- Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!
- Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.
- I'll know his humor when he knows his time:
- What should the wars do with these jigging fools?—
- Companion, hence!
- Away, away, be gone!
- Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders
- Prepare to lodge their companies tonight.
- And come yourselves and bring Messala with you
- Immediately to us.
[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.]
- Lucius, a bowl of wine!
- I did not think you could have been so angry.
- O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
- Of your philosophy you make no use,
- If you give place to accidental evils.
- No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
- Ha! Portia!
- She is dead.
- How 'scaped I killing, when I cross'd you so?—
- O insupportable and touching loss!—
- Upon what sickness?
- Impatient of my absence,
- And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
- Have made themselves so strong;—for with her death
- That tidings came;—with this she fell distract,
- And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
- And died so?
- Even so.
- O ye immortal gods!
[Re-enter Lucius, with wine and a taper.]
- Speak no more of her.—Give me a bowl of wine.—
- In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
- My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
- Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;
- I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.
- Come in, Titinius!—
[Re-enter Titinius, with Messala.]
Welcome, good Messala.—
- Now sit we close about this taper here,
- And call in question our necessities.
- Portia, art thou gone?
- No more, I pray you.—
- Messala, I have here received letters,
- That young Octavius and Mark Antony
- Come down upon us with a mighty power,
- Bending their expedition toward Philippi.
- Myself have letters of the selfsame tenour.
- With what addition?
- That by proscription and bills of outlawry
- Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus
- Have put to death an hundred Senators.
- There in our letters do not well agree:
- Mine speak of seventy Senators that died
- By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.
- Cicero one!
- Cicero is dead,
- And by that order of proscription.—
- Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
- No, Messala.
- Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?
- Nothing, Messala.
- That, methinks, is strange.
- Why ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?
- No, my lord.
- Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.
- Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell:
- For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.
- Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala:
- With meditating that she must die once,
- I have the patience to endure it now.
- Even so great men great losses should endure.
- I have as much of this in art as you,
- But yet my nature could not bear it so.
- Well, to our work alive. What do you think
- Of marching to Philippi presently?
- I do not think it good.
- Your reason?
- This it is:
- 'Tis better that the enemy seek us;:
- So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers,
- Doing himself offense; whilst we, lying still,
- Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness.
- Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.
- The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground
- Do stand but in a forced affection;
- For they have grudged us contribution:
- The enemy, marching along by them,
- By them shall make a fuller number up,
- Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encouraged;
- From which advantage shall we cut him off,
- If at Philippi we do face him there,
- These people at our back.
- Hear me, good brother.
- Under your pardon. You must note besides,
- That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
- Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe:
- The enemy increaseth every day;
- We, at the height, are ready to decline.
- There is a tide in the affairs of men
- Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
- Omitted, all the voyage of their life
- Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
- On such a full sea are we now afloat;
- And we must take the current when it serves,
- Or lose our ventures.
- Then, with your will, go on:
- We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.
- The 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?
- No more. Good night:
- Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
- Lucius!—My gown.—Farewell now, good Messala:—
- Good night, Titinius:—noble, noble Cassius,
- Good night, and good repose.
- O my dear brother!
- This was an ill beginning of the night.
- Never come such division 'tween our souls!
- Let it not, Brutus.
- Every thing is well.
- Good night, my lord.
- Good night, good brother.
- Good night, Lord Brutus.
- Farewell, everyone.—
[Exeunt Cassius, Titinius, and Messala.]
[Re-enter Lucius, with the gown.]
Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
- Here in the tent.
- What, thou speak'st drowsily:
- Poor knave, I blame thee not, thou art o'er-watch'd.
- Call Claudius and some other of my men;
- I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
- Varro and Claudius!
[Enter Varro and Claudius.]
- Calls my lord?
- I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
- It may be I shall raise you by-and-by
- On business to my brother Cassius.
- So please you, we will stand and watch your pleasure.
- I would not have it so; lie down, good sirs:
- It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.—
- Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
- I put it in the pocket of my gown.
[Servants lie down.]
- I was sure your lordship did not give it me.
- Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.
- Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
- And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
- Ay, my lord, an't please you.
- It does, my boy:
- I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
- It is my duty, sir.
- I should not urge thy duty past thy might;
- I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
- I have slept, my lord, already.
- It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again;
- I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
- I will be good to thee.—
[Lucius plays and sings till he falls asleep.]
- This is a sleepy tune.—O murderous Slumber,
- Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy,
- That plays thee music?—Gentle knave, good night;
- I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee:
- If thou dost nod, thou breakst thy instrument;
- I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night.—
- Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down
- Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.
[Enter the Ghost of Caesar.]
How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
- I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
- That shapes this monstrous apparition.
- It comes upon me.—Art thou any thing?
- Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
- That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare?
- Speak to me what thou art.
- Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
- Why comest thou?
- To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi.
- Well; then I shall see thee again?
- Ay, at Philippi.
- Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
- Now I have taken heart, thou vanishest:
- Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee.—
- Boy! Lucius!—Varro! Claudius! Sirs, awake!—Claudius!
- The strings, my lord, are false.
- He thinks he still is at his instrument.—
- Lucius, awake!
- My lord?
- Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out?
- My lord, I do not know that I did cry.
- Yes, that thou didst: didst thou see any thing?
- Nothing, my lord.
- Sleep again, Lucius.—Sirrah Claudius!—
- [To Varro.] Fellow thou, awake!
- My lord?
- My lord?
- Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep?
- Did we, my lord?
- Ay: saw you any thing?
- No, my lord, I saw nothing.
- Nor I, my lord.
- Go and commend me to my brother Cassius;
- Bid him set on his powers betimes before,
- And we will follow.
- It shall be done, my lord.