Page 2223 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all; [180]
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,

Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart,
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey’s statue, [185]

Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel [190]
The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold
Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here!

Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.

FIRST PLEBEIAN
O piteous spectacle!

FOURTH PLEBEIAN
O noble Caesar! [195]

THIRD PLEBEIAN
O woeful day!

FIFTH PLEBEIAN
O traitors! Villains!

FIRST PLEBEIAN
O most bloody sight!

FOURTH PLEBEIAN
We will be revenged.

ALL