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Cap. Most willing, Madam.
Cath. In which I have commended to his goodness,
you. love the dearest in the world, As
you with Christian peace to fouls departed,
Cap. By Heaven, I will';
Cath. I thank you, honest Lord. Remember me:
I was a chaste wife to my grave; embalm me,
Exeunt, leading Catharine.
No. XVII.-JULIUS CÆSA R.
ACT II. SCENE I.
OY! Lucius ! — Fast asleep. It is no matter;
Por. Brutus, my Lord!
Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health, thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning:
Por. Nor for your's neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stol'n from my bed; and, yesternight at fupper, You suddenly arose and walk'd about, Musing and sighing with your arms across ; And, when I ask'd you what the matter was, You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks. I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head, And too impatiently famp'd with your foot: Yet I infifteà ; yet you answer'd not ; But with an angry wafture of your hand Gave tign for me to leave you; so I did, Fearing to frengthen that impatience, Which feeni'd too much inkindled; and, withal, Hoping it was but an effect of humour, Which sometimes hath his hour with every man. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor teep; And could it work so much upon your shape,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. Brutus is wife; and were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
Por. Is Brutus fick ? and is it physical
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Por. I fhould not need, if you were gentle, Brutus,
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
fad heart. Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret.? I grant, I am a woman; but, withal, A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife;
I grant, I am a woman, but, withal,
Bru. O ye Gods !
sad brows. Leave me with hafte.
No. XVIII.-JULIUS CAESAR.
Act III. SCENE IL. The Forum.
Enter Brutus, and mounts the Roftra; Caffius with
Plebeians.. E will be satisfied. Let us be satisfied: Bru. Then follow me, and give me audience, friends. Caffius, go you into the other itreet, And part
i Pieb. I will hear Brutus speak.
2 Pleb. I will hear Caffius, and compare their reasons, When severally we hear them rendered.
[Exit Caffius, with some of the Plebeians.. 3 Pleb. The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence!.
Bru. Be patient till the last.
Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may
believe, Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better-judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæfar's, to him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæfar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rofe against Cæfar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Cafar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Cæfar were living, and die all slaves, than that Cæfar were dead, to live all free men? As Cæfar loved me,
weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but as he was ambitious, I flew him. There are tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honour for his valour, and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bond-man? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here fo vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I paufe for a reply. All. None, Brutus, none. Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Cæfar, than you shall do to Bru
The question of his death is inrolld in the Capitol ; his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.
Enter Mark Antony with Cæsar's body. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony, who, though he had no hand in his death, fall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart, that, as I flew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myfelf, when it shall please my country to need my death.
All. Live, Brutus, live ! live! i Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 2 Pleb. Give him a ftatue with his ancestors.