Julius Caesar Act 3

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXTMODERN TEXTThe conspirators smear their hands and swordswith CAESAR’s blood120125How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted overIn states unborn and accents yet unknown!How many years from now will this heroic scene be reenactedin countries that don’t even exist yet and in languages not yetknown!BRUTUSHow many times shall Caesar bleed in sport,That now on Pompey’s basis lies alongNo worthier than the dust!BRUTUSHow many times will Caesar bleed again in show, though henow lies at the base of Pompey’s statue, as worthless as dust!CASSIUSSo oft as that shall be,So often shall the knot of us be called“The men that gave their country liberty.”CASSIUSAs often as it’s replayed, our group will be hailed as the menwho gave their country liberty.DECIUSWhat, shall we forth?DECIUSWell, should we go out?CASSIUSAy, every man away.Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heelsWith the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.CASSIUSYes, every man forward. Brutus will lead, and we’ll follow himwith the boldest and best hearts of Rome.Enter ANTONY'S SERVANT130The conspirators smear their hands and swords withCAESAR’s blood.ANTONY'S SERVANT enters.BRUTUSSoft! Who comes here? A friend of Antony’s.BRUTUSWait a minute. Who’s that coming? It’s a friend of Antony’s.ANTONY'S SERVANT(kneeling) Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel.(falls prostrate) 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 honor him.Say I feared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.ANTONY'S SERVANT(kneeling) Brutus, my master ordered me to kneel like this. (hekneels, head bowed low) He ordered me to kneel low, and,from the ground, like this, he ordered me to say: “Brutus isnoble, wise, brave, and honest. Caesar was mighty, bold,royal, and loving. Antony loves Brutus and honors him. Antonyfeared Caesar, honored him, and loved him.Page 110Page 111

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXT135140145MODERN TEXTIf Brutus will vouchsafe that AntonyMay safely come to him and be resolvedHow Caesar hath deserved to lie in death,Mark Antony shall not love Caesar deadSo well as Brutus living, but will followThe fortunes and affairs of noble BrutusThorough the hazards of this untrod stateWith all true faith. So says my master Antony.If Brutus will swear that Antony may come to him safely and beconvinced that Caesar deserved to be killed, Mark Antony will lovedead Caesar not nearly as much as living Brutus, and with truefaith he’ll follow the destiny and affairs of noble Brutus through thedifficulties of this unprecedented state of affairs.” That’s what mymaster, Antony, says.BRUTUSThy 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 honor,Depart untouched.BRUTUSYour master is a wise and honorable Roman. I never thought anyless of him. Tell him, if he comes here, I’ll explain everything to himand, on my word, he’ll leave unharmed.ANTONY'S SERVANT(rising)I’ll fetch him presently.ANTONY'S SERVANT(getting up) I’ll get him now.Exit ANTONY'S SERVANT150ANTONY'S SERVANT exits.BRUTUSI know that we shall have him well to friend.BRUTUSI know that he’ll be on our side.CASSIUSI wish we may. But yet have I a mindThat fears him much, and my misgiving stillFalls shrewdly to the purpose.CASSIUSI hope we can count on him, but I still fear him, and my hunchesare usually accurate.Enter ANTONY155ANTONY enters.BRUTUSBut here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony.BRUTUSBut here comes Antony.—Welcome, Mark Antony.ANTONYO mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.—I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,Who else must be let blood, who else is rank.ANTONYOh, mighty Caesar! Do you lie so low? Have all your conquests,glories, triumphs, achievements, come to so little? Farewell.Gentlemen, I don’t know what you intend to do, who else youintend to kill, who else you consider corrupt.Page 112Page 113

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar160165170175180185Act III Scene iORIGINAL TEXTMODERN TEXTIf I myself, there is no hour so fitAs Caesar’s death’s hour, nor no instrumentOf half that worth as those your swords, made richWith 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,Fulfill your pleasure. Live a thousand years,I shall not find myself so apt to die.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.If it’s me, there’s no time as good as this hour of Caesar’s death,and no weapon better than your swords, covered with thenoblest blood in the world. I ask you, if you have a grudgeagainst me, to kill me now, while your stained hands still reek ofblood. I could live a thousand years and I wouldn’t be as readyto die as I am now. There’s no place I’d rather die than here byCaesar, and no manner of death would please me more thanbeing stabbed by you, the masters of this new era.BRUTUSO Antony, beg not your death of us.Though now we must appear bloody and cruel—As by our hands and this our present actYou see we do—yet see you but our handsAnd this the bleeding business they have done.Our hearts you see not. They are pitiful.And pity to the general wrong of Rome—As fire drives out fire, so pity pity—Hath done this deed on Caesar. For your part,To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony.Our arms in strength of malice and our heartsOf brothers' temper do receive you inWith all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence.BRUTUSOh, Antony, don’t beg us to kill you. Though we seem bloodyand cruel right now, with our bloody hands and this deed we’vedone, you’ve only seen our hands and their bloody business;you haven’t looked into our hearts. They are full of pity forCaesar. But a stronger pity, for the wrongs committed againstRome, drove out our pity for Caesar, as fire drives out fire, andso we killed him. For you, our swords have blunt edges, too dullto harm you, Mark Antony. Our arms, which can be strong andcruel, and our hearts, filled with brotherly love, embrace you withkind love, good thoughts, and reverence.CASSIUSYour voice shall be as strong as any man’sIn the disposing of new dignities.CASSIUSYour vote will be as strong as anyone’s in the reordering of thegovernment.BRUTUSOnly be patient till we have appeasedThe multitude, beside themselves with fear,And then we will deliver you the cause,Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,Have thus proceeded.BRUTUSBut just be patient until we’ve calmed the masses, who arebeside themselves with fear. Then we’ll explain to you why I,who loved Caesar even while I stabbed him, have taken thiscourse of action.Page 114Page 115

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXT190195200205210215MODERN TEXTANTONYI doubt not of your wisdom.Let each man render me his bloody hand.(shakes hands with the conspirators)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 last in love, yours, good Trebonius.—Gentlemen all, alas, what shall I say?My credit now stands on such slippery groundThat one of two bad ways you must conceit me,Either a coward or a flatterer—That I did love thee, Caesar, O, ’tis true.If then thy spirit look upon us now,Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy deathTo see thy Antony making his peace,Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes—Most noble!—in the presence of thy corse?Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,It would become me better than to closeIn terms of friendship with thine enemies.Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bayed, brave hart;Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe.O world, thou wast the forest to this hart,And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee.How like a deer, strucken by many princes,Dost thou here lie!ANTONYI don’t doubt your wisdom. Each of you, give me your bloodyhand. (he shakes hands with the conspirators)First, Marcus Brutus, Ishake your hand. Next, Caius Cassius, I take your hand. Now,Decius Brutus, yours. Now yours, Metellus. Yours, Cinna. And yours,my brave Casca. Last but not least, yours, good Trebonius. You areall gentlemen—alas, what can I say? Now that I’ve shaken yourhands, you’ll take me for either a coward or a flatterer—in eithercase, my credibility stands on slippery ground. It’s true that I lovedyou, Caesar—nothing could be truer. If your spirit is looking downupon us now, it must hurt you more than even your death to see yourAntony making peace—shaking the bloody hands of your enemies—in front of your corpse. If I had as many eyes as you have wounds,and they wept as fast as your wounds stream blood—even thatwould be more becoming than joining your enemies in friendship.Forgive me, Julius! On this very spot you were hunted down, like abrave deer. And here you fell, where your hunters are now standing.The spot is marked by your death and stained by your blood. Ohworld, you were the forest to this deer, and this deer, oh world, wasyour dear. Now you lie here, stabbed by many princes!CASSIUSMark Antony—CASSIUSMark Antony—ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius.The enemies of Caesar shall say this;Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.ANTONYPardon me, Caius Cassius. Even Caesar’s enemies would say thesame. From a friend, it’s a cool assessment—no more than that.Page 116Page 117

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXT220225230235240MODERN TEXTCASSIUSI blame you not for praising Caesar so.But what compact mean you to have with us?Will you be pricked in number of our friends?Or shall we on, and not depend on you?CASSIUSI don’t blame you for praising Caesar like this, but what agreement doyou intend to reach with us? Will you be counted as our friend, or shouldwe proceed without depending on you?ANTONYTherefore I took your hands, but was indeedSwayed from the point by looking down on Caesar.Friends am I with you all and love you allUpon this hope: that you shall give me reasonsWhy and wherein Caesar was dangerous.ANTONYI took your hands in friendship, but, indeed, I was distracted when Ilooked down at Caesar. I am friends with you all and love you all, on onecondition—that you prove to me that Caesar was dangerous.BRUTUSOr else were this a savage spectacle!Our reasons are so full of good regardThat were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,You should be satisfied.BRUTUSWithout that proof, this would’ve been a savage action! Our reasons areso well considered that even if you, Antony, were Caesar’s son, youwould be satisfied with them.ANTONYThat’s all I seek.And am moreover suitor that I mayProduce his body to the marketplace,And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,Speak in the order of his funeral.ANTONYThat’s all I ask—and that you let me carry his body to the marketplaceand, as a friend ought to do, stand on the platform and give a properfuneral oration.BRUTUSYou shall, Mark Antony.BRUTUSYou may, Mark Antony.CASSIUSBrutus, a word with you.(aside to BRUTUS) You know not what you do.Do not consentThat Antony speak in his funeral.Know you how much the people may be movedBy that which he will utter?CASSIUSBrutus, may I have a word with you? (speaking so that only BRUTUS canhear) You don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t let Antony speak at hisfuneral. Don’t you know how much the people could be affected by whathe says?BRUTUS(aside to CASSIUS)By your pardon.I will myself into the pulpit first,And show the reason of our Caesar’s death.BRUTUS(speaking so that only CASSIUS can hear) With your permission, I’llstand on the platform first and explain the reason for Caesar’s death.Page 118Page 119

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXT245250255260MODERN TEXTWhat Antony shall speak, I will protest,He speaks by leave and by permission,And that we are contented Caesar shallHave all true rites and lawful ceremonies.It shall advantage more than do us wrong.What Antony says, I’ll announce, he says only by our permission andby our conviction that Caesar should be honored with all the usual andlawful ceremonies. It’ll help us more than hurt us.CASSIUS(aside to BRUTUS) I know not what may fall. I like it not.CASSIUS(speaking so that only BRUTUS can hear) I’m worried about theoutcome of his speech. I don’t like this plan.BRUTUSMark Antony, here, take you Caesar’s body.You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,And say you do ’t by our permission.Else shall you not have any hand at allAbout his funeral. And you shall speakIn the same pulpit whereto I am going,After my speech is ended.BRUTUSMark Antony, take Caesar’s body. You will not blame us in your funeralspeech, but will say all the good you want to about Caesar and thatyou do it by our permission. Otherwise, you’ll have no role at all in hisfuneral. And you’ll speak on the same platform as I do, after I’m done.ANTONYBe it so.I do desire no more.ANTONYSo be it. I don’t want anything more.BRUTUSPrepare the body then, and follow us.BRUTUSPrepare the body, then, and follow us.Exeunt. Manet ANTONY265ANTONYO, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!Thou art the ruins of the noblest manThat ever livèd 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 ope their ruby lipsTo beg the voice and utterance of my tongue—A curse shall light upon the limbs of men.Everyone except ANTONY exits.ANTONYOh, pardon me, you bleeding corpse, for speaking politely and actingmildly with these butchers! You are what’s left of the noblest man thatever lived. Pity the hand that shed this valuable blood. Over yourwounds—which, like speechless mouths, open their red lips, as thoughto beg me to speak—I predict that a curse will fall upon the bodies ofmen.Page 120Page 121

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXTMODERN TEXT270 Domestic fury and fierce civil strifeShall 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 behold275 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 voice280 Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,That this foul deed shall smell above the earthWith carrion men, groaning for burial.Fierce civil war will paralyze all of Italy. Blood and destructionwill be so common and familiar that mothers will merely smilewhen their infants are cut to pieces by the hands of war.People’s capacity for sympathy will grow tired and weak fromthe sheer quantity of cruel deeds. And Caesar’s ghost,searching for revenge with the goddess Ate by his side, just upfrom Hell, will cry in the voice of a king, “Havoc!” and unleashthe dogs of war. This foul deed will stink up to the sky withmen’s corpses, which will beg to be buried.Enter OCTAVIUS' SERVANTOCTAVIUS'S SERVANT enters.You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?You serve Octavius Caesar, right?OCTAVIUS' SERVANTI do, Mark Antony.OCTAVIUS'S SERVANTI do, Mark Antony.ANTONY285 Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.ANTONYCaesar wrote for him to come to Rome.OCTAVIUS' SERVANTHe did receive his letters and is coming.And bid me say to you by word of mouth—(sees CAESAR’s body) O Caesar!—OCTAVIUS'S SERVANTHe received Caesar’s letters, and he is coming. He told me tosay to you—(seeing CAESAR's body) Oh, Caesar!—ANTONYThy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.290 Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,Began to water. Is thy master coming?ANTONYYour heart is big; go ahead and weep. Grief seems to becontagious, for my eyes, seeing the tears in yours, began to fill.Is your master coming?OCTAVIUS' SERVANTHe lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.OCTAVIUS'S SERVANTHe rests tonight within twenty-one miles of Rome.Page 122Page 123

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iORIGINAL TEXT295300MODERN TEXTANTONYPost back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced.Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,No Rome of safety for Octavius yet.Hie hence, and tell him so.—Yet, stay awhile.Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corseInto the marketplace. There shall I try,In my oration, how the people takeThe cruèl issue of these bloody men.According to the which, thou shalt discourseTo young Octavius of the state of things.Lend me your hand.ANTONYReport back to him fast and tell him what has happened. This isnow a Rome in mourning, a dangerous Rome. It’s not safeenough for Octavius yet. Hurry away and tell him so. No, wait,stay a minute. Don’t go back until I’ve carried the corpse intothe marketplace. There I’ll use my speech to test what thepeople think of these bloody men’s cruel action. You’ll reportback to young Octavius how they respond. Help me here.Exeunt with CAESAR’s bodyThey exit with CAESAR’s body.Page 124Page 125

The Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iiThe Tragedy of Julius CaesarAct III Scene iiORIGINAL TEXTMODERN TEXTEnter BRUTUS and CASSIUS with the PLEBEIANS5BRUTUS and CASSIUS enter with a throng of PLEBIANS.PLEBEIANSWe will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!PLEBEIANSWe want answers. Give us answers.BRUTUSThen follow me and give me audience, friends.—Cassius, go you into the other streetAnd part the numbers.—Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here.Those that will follow Cassius, go with him,And public reasons shall be renderèdOf Caesar’s death.BRUTUSThen follow me and listen to my speech, friends. Cassius, go to thenext street and divide the crowd. Let those who will hear me speakstay. Lead those away who will follow you, and we’ll explain publiclythe reasons for Caesar’s death.FIRST PLEBEIANI will hear Brutus speak.FIRST PLEBEIANI’ll li

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar Act III Scene i The Tragedy of Julius Caesar Act III Scene i ORIGINAL TEXT MODERN TEXT Flourish Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS,CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TR EBONIUS,CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, PUBLIUS, andPOPILLIUS LENA with a crowd of peo