Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit: So are we Caesar's Friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death. Stoop Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood up to the Elbows, and besmear our Swords: Then walk we forth, even to the Market place, And waving our red Weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry Peace, Freedom, and Liberty. Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted over, In State unborn, and Accents yet unknown? How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's Basis lie along, No worthier than the dust? So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be called, The Men that gave their Country liberty. What, shall we forth? I, every man away. Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels With the most boldest, and best hearts of Rome. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneel; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down, And being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Brutus is Noble, Wise, Valiant, and Honest; Caesar was Mighty, Bold, Royal, and Loving: Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him; Say, I feared Caesar, honoured him, and loved him. If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony May safely come to him, and be resolved How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, Mark Antony, shall not love Caesar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow The Fortunes and Affairs of Noble Brutus, Through the hazards of this untrod State, With all true Faith. So says my Master Antony. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Roman, I never thought him worse: Tell him, so please him come unto this place He shall be satisfied: and by my Honour Depart untouched. I'll fetch him presently. I know that we shall have him well to Friend. I wish we may: But yet have I a mind That fears him much: and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose. But here comes Antony: Welcome Mark Antony. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy Conquests, Glories, Triumphs, Spoils, Shrunk to this little Measure? Far thee well. I know not Gentlemen what you intent, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's deaths 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, I shall not find myself so apt to dye. No place will please me so, no mean of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age.
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Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit: So are we Caeſars Friends, that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, ſtoope, And let vs bathe our hands in Caeſars blood Vp to the Elbowes, and beſmeare our Swords: Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place, And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads, Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty. Stoop then, and waſh. How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer, In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne? How many times ſhall Caeſar bleed in ſport, That now on Pompeyes Baſis lye along, No worthier then the duſt? So oft as that ſhall be, So often ſhall the knot of vs be call'd, The Men that gaue their Country liberty. What, ſhall we forth? I, euery man away. Brutus ſhall leade, and we will grace his heeles With the moſt boldeſt, and beſt hearts of Rome. Soft, who comes heere? A friend of Antonies. Thus Brutus did my Maſter bid me kneele; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe, And being proſtrate, thus he bad me ſay: Brutus is Noble, Wiſe, Valiant, and Honeſt; Caeſar was Mighty, Bold, Royall, and Louing: Say, I loue Brutus, and I honour him; Say, I fear'd Caeſar, honour'd him, and lou'd him. If Brutus will vouchſafe, that Antony May ſafely come to him, and be reſolu'd How Caeſar hath deſeru'd to lye in death, Mark Antony, ſhall not loue Caeſar dead So well as Brutus liuing; but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus, Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State, With all true Faith. So ſayes my Maſter Antony. Thy Maſter is a Wiſe and Valiant Romane, I neuer thought him worſe: Tell him, ſo pleaſe him come vnto this place He ſhall be ſatisfied: and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd. Ile fetch him preſently. I know that we ſhall haue him well to Friend. I wiſh we may: But yet haue I a minde That feares him much: and my miſgiuing ſtill Falles ſhrewdly to the purpoſe. But heere comes Antony: Welcome Mark Antony. O mighty Caeſar! Doſt thou lye ſo lowe? Are all thy Conqueſts, Glories, Triumphes, Spoiles, Shrunke to this little Meaſure? Fare thee well. I know not Gentlemen what you intend, Who elſe muſt be let blood, who elſe is ranke: If I my ſelfe, there is no houre ſo fit As Caeſars deaths houre; nor no Inſtrument Of halfe that worth, as thoſe your Swords; made rich With the moſt Noble blood of all this World. I do beſeech yee, if you beare me hard, Now, whil'ſt your purpled hands do reeke and ſmoake, Fulfill your pleaſure. Liue a thouſand yeeres, I ſhall not finde my ſelfe ſo apt to dye. No place will pleaſe me ſo, no meane of death, As heere by Caeſar, and by you cut off, The Choice and Maſter Spirits of this Age.