Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.83 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Or else were this a savage Spectacle: Our Reasons are so full of good regard, That were you Antony, the Son of Caesar, You should be satisfied. That's all I seek, And am moreover suitor, that I may Produce his body to the Marketplace, And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend, Speak in the Order of his Funeral. You shall Mark Antony. Brutus, a word with you: You know not what you do; Do not consent That Antony speak in his Funeral: Know you how much the people may be moved By that which he will utter. By your pardon: I will myself into the Pulpit first, And show the reason of our Caesar's death. What Antony shall speak, I will protest He speaks by leave, and by permission: And that we are contented Caesar shall Have all true Rites, and lawful Ceremonies, It shall advantage more, then do us wrong. I know not what may fall, I like it not. Mark Antony, here take you Caesar's body: You shall not in your Funeral speech blame us, But speak all good you can device of Caesar, And say you do't by our permission: Else shall you not have any hand at all About his Funeral. And you shall speak In the same Pulpit whereto I am going, After my speech is ended. Be it so: I do desire no more. Prepare the body then, and follow us. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of Earth: That I am meek and gentle with these Butchers. Thou art the Ruins of the Noblest man That ever lived in the Tide of Times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood. Over thy wounds, now do I Prophesy, (Which like dumb mouths do open their Ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my Tongue) A Curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic Fury, and fierce Civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful Objects so familiar, That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of War: All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, And Caesar's Spirit ranging for Revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell, Shall in these Confines, with a Monarch's voice, Cry havoc, and let slip the Dogs of War, That this foul deed, shall smell above the earth With Carrion men, groaning for Burial. You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not? I do Mark Antony. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome. He did receive his Letters, and is coming, And bid me say to you by word of mouth— O Caesar! Thy heart is big: get thee apart and weep: Passion I see is catching from mine eyes, Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine, Began to water. Is thy Master coming? He lies to night within seven Leagues of Rome.
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Or elſe were this a ſauage Spectacle: Our Reaſons are ſo full of good regard, That were you Antony, the Sonne of Caeſar, You ſhould be ſatisfied. That's all I ſeeke, And am moreouer ſutor, that I may Produce his body to the Market-place, And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend, Speake in the Order of his Funerall. You ſhall Marke Antony. Brutus, a word with you: You know not what you do; Do not conſent That Antony ſpeake in his Funerall: Know you how much the people may be mou'd By that which he will vtter. By your pardon: I will my ſelfe into the Pulpit firſt, And ſhew the reaſon of our Caeſars death. What Antony ſhall ſpeake, I will proteſt He ſpeakes by leaue, and by permiſsion: And that we are contented Caeſar ſhall Haue all true Rites, and lawfull Ceremonies, It ſhall aduantage more, then do vs wrong. I know not what may fall, I like it not. Mark Antony, heere take you Caeſars body: You ſhall not in your Funerall ſpeech blame vs, But ſpeake all good you can deuiſe of Caeſar, And ſay you doo't by our permiſsion: Elſe ſhall you not haue any hand at all About his Funerall. And you ſhall ſpeake In the ſame Pulpit whereto I am going, After my ſpeech is ended. Be it ſo: I do deſire no more. Prepare the body then, and follow vs. O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth: That I am meeke and gentle with theſe Butchers. Thou art the Ruines of the Nobleſt man That euer liued in the Tide of Times. Woe to the hand that ſhed this coſtly Blood. Ouer thy wounds, now do I Propheſie, (Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips, To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue) A Curſe ſhall light vpon the limbes of men; Domeſticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill ſtrife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: Blood and deſtruction ſhall be ſo in vſe, And dreadfull Obiects ſo familiar, That Mothers ſhall but ſmile, when they behold Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre: All pitty choak'd with cuſtome of fell deeds, And Caeſars Spirit ranging for Reuenge, With Ate by his ſide, come hot from Hell, Shall in theſe Confines, with a Monarkes voyce, Cry hauocke, and let ſlip the Dogges of Warre, That this foule deede, ſhall ſmell aboue the earth With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall. You ſerue Octauius Caeſar, do you not? I do Marke Antony. Caeſar did write for him to come to Rome. He did receiue his Letters, and is comming, And bid me ſay to you by word of mouth— O Caeſar! Thy heart is bigge: get thee a-part and weepe: Paſsion I ſee is catching from mine eyes, Seeing thoſe Beads of ſorrow ſtand in thine, Began to water. Is thy Maſter comming? He lies to night within ſeuen Leagues of Rome.