Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. 150 I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour, nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world. I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard, Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke, Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, Bru. O Antony, beg not your death of us. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony : Our arms in strength of malice, and our hearts Of brothers' temper, do receive you in Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's In the disposing of new dignities. Bru. Only be patient till we have appeased The multitude, beside themselves with fear, 152. rank, morbidly fullblooded. 174. in strength of malice, 160 170 180 nerved with the hatred just displayed towards Cæsar, but which is innocuous to Antony. And then we will deliver you the cause Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him, Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus ; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,-alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground, That I did love thee, Cæsar, O, 'tis true: If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death, Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, 181. deliver, relate to. 196. dearer, more deeply. 204. bay'd, driven to bay. 206. Sign'd in thy spoil, bearing the badge or brand of Cæsar's ruin, i.e. stained with 190 200 his blood. Hunters customarily stained their hands with the blood of the slain deer. 206. lethe, slaughter (Lat. 'letum,' often spelt 'lethum,' death, especially violent death). How like a deer, strucken by many princes, Dost thou here lie! Cas. Mark Antony, Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; Ant. Therefore I took your hands, but was, Sway'd from the point by looking down on Cæsar. Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle: Our reasons are so full of good regard Ant. That's all I seek: And am moreover suitor that I may Bru. You shall, Mark Antony. Cas. Brutus, a word with you. [Aside to Bru.] You know not what you do: do not consent That Antony speak in his funeral : Know you how much the people may be moved Bru. 216. prick'd, marked on the list. 224. so full of good regard, By your pardon; 210 220 230 derived from such lofty considerations. 228. Produce, bear forth. I will myself into the pulpit first, And show the reason of our Cæsar's death: Cas. I know not what may fall; I like it not. Ant. I do desire no more. Be it so; Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow us. [Exeunt all but Antony. Ant. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! 257. the tide of times, the onward flow or course of the ages. 262. limbs. The commentators have stumbled at this word, and suggested in its place 'line' (Warburton), 'lives' 240 250 260 or 'lymmes,' i.e. blood-hounds (Johnson), 'minds' (Dyce), etc. But Antony contemplates the physical manglings and maimings of man which will be wrought by civil war. Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use That mothers shall but smile when they behold Enter a Servant. You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not? Ant. Cæsar did write for him to come to Rome. [Seeing the body. Ant. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy master coming? Serv. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome. Ant. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, 271. Ate, a goddess of discord. 273. 'Havoc,' 'no quarter.' ib. let slip, a technical term 270 280 290 of the chase for releasing hounds. 283. Passion, feeling. 289. Rome, with a play on ' room.' |