Enter PORTIA and NERISSA at a distance. Por. That light we see is burning in my hall :— How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle. Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house. [Music. MARK ANTONY'S ORATION OVER THE BODY OF CESAR. 1 Cit. THIS Cæsar was a tyrant. 3 Cit. We are blest that Rome is rid of him. Nay, that's certain : 2 Cit. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say. All. Peace, ho let us hear him. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; For Brutus is an honourable man, And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept ; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that, on the Lupercal, 1 I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 1 Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might O masters! if I were disposed to stir I will not do them wrong: I rather choose 1 The feast of the god Pan. ... But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar,- Let but the commons hear this testament, Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, And dying, mention it within their wills, Unto their issue. Cit. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will. Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honourable men Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. Cits. They were villains, murderers ! The will! Read the will! Ant. 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 Cassius' dagger through ; See what a rent the envious Casca made ; For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Quite vanquish'd him; then burst his mighty heart; 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; Kind souls! what, weep you when you but behold 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! 3 Cit. O woful day! 4 Cit. O trait'rous villains! 2 Cit. We will be revenged! Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny : They that have done this deed are honourable. What private griefs1 they have, alas! I know not, That made them do it ;-they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons 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 I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show 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 All. We'll mutiny! 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus ! Grievances; causes of resentment. FALL OF WOLSEY.-(" Henry VIII.," Act 3.) ; Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness ! Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. [Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell? What, amazed At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom. Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace above all earthly dignities; A still and quiet conscience. The King has cured me, A load would sink a navy, too much honour. |