This is moving, even after the whole, "I'm the most special star in the whole galaxy" speech. Tyranny is dead! Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. Immediately after Caesar falls, Cinna starts his version of " Ding, Dong, the Witch is Dead ," and tells everybody to run and spread the message in the streets.
Brutus realizes that all the other folks standing around in the Capitol watching Caesar bleed might be a bit shocked. He tells them everything is going to be okay now that Caesar is dead. Caesar's ambition was, after all, the root of their problems. Casca directs Brutus and Cassius to the pulpit, probably to address the crowd, when Brutus notices he can't find Publius. Cinna points out that Publius is looking shocked by the great mutiny, and Metellus urges the conspirators to stand together in case Caesar's friends in the Capitol want to start a fight.
There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius. Brutus tells everyone to chill. No one wants to hurt anybody, and he hopes no one wants to hurt them. Sensing that the plan to become heroes for killing Caesar has not come to pass, he adds that only the men who've done this deed will bear its consequences.
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run As it were doomsday. Trebonius enters to confirm the worst: Antony has run to his house, shocked by the act, and people are shrieking in the street like it's the end of the world as we know it and no one feels fine.
Brutus says that everyone knows they're going to die eventually, and life is just the process of waiting for the days to pass before it happens. Maybe Brutus should get a hobby, or a support group.
Cassius and Brutus go on to suggest that, as Caesar's friends, they've done him a favor by shortening the period of time he would've spent worrying about death. Interesting logic. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Weirdly, Cassius then calls everyone to bathe their hands up to their elbows in Caesar's blood and to cover their swords with it, so they can walk out into the streets and the marketplace declaring peace, freedom, and liberty in the land.
This is notably reminiscent of Calphurnia's dream. Cassius is sure this bloodbath will go down in history as a noble act, and everyone agrees that Brutus should lead the procession into the street, as he has the boldest and best heart in Rome. 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.
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 Thorough the hazards of this untrod state With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Antony's servant enters, causing the marching band of merry, bloody men to take pause. The servant explains that Antony wants everyone to know he believes Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest. Also, that while Antony loves Brutus and honors him, Antony also feared, loved, and honored Caesar.
Antony thus pledges through his servant to love Brutus if he can get some assurance that it's safe to come around for a visit sometime and hear the story of why Brutus thought it was okay to kill their leader.
Regardless, he'll be faithful to Brutus from now on. I never thought him worse. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, He shall be satisfied and, by my honor, Depart untouched. Brutus tells Antony's servant that his master will be safe if he comes to the Capitol.
Brutus is sure glad they can all be friends again. Cassius, however, is still suspicious of Antony, and as the resident expert in treachery, he's usually right about spotting it in others. Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. I do beseech you, 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.
Antony shows up and makes a great show over Caesar's body, weeping and wailing. He worries aloud about who else will be killed over some secret grudge the conspirators might hold. He then pleas with the conspirators to kill him right now if they want him dead, as to die by swords still fresh with Caesar's blood would be the greatest death ever, hands down.
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. Brutus then pleads with Antony that, though the conspirators' hands are bloody literally , their hearts are pitiful. After all, someone needed to do this terrible deed for Rome, to drive out fire with fire. Brutus promises Antony he will only met with love, and he promises to soon explain the reason they've killed Caesar.
Right now, though, they've got to go out and quiet the public, which is a bit frightened of the men who stopped for a quick dip in Caesar's blood. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you. My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer.
If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes— Most noble! Should chance —. Talk not of standing. There is no harm intended to your person,. Nor to no Roman else. So tell them, Publius. And leave us, Publius, lest that the people,. Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Do so, and let no man abide this deed.
But we the doers. Where is Antony? Fled to his house amazed. Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,. As it were doomsday. Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time,. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life. Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
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 states unborn and accents yet unknown! How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport ,. That now on Pompey's basis lies 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? Ay, every man away. Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels. With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
Who comes here? A friend of Antony's. Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down,. And being prostrate, thus he bade me say,. Caesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving. Say I love Brutus and I honor him;. Say I feared Caesar, honored 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. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state. With all true faith. 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 honor,. 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! Dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,. Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. Who else must be let blood, who else is rank. If I myself, there is no hour so fit. 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 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. O Antony, beg not your death of us! Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,. As by our hands and this our present act. You see we do, yet see you but our hands. And 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 no strength of malice, and our hearts. Of brothers' temper , do receive you in. With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's. In the disposing of new dignities. Only be patient till we have appeased. The 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. 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;. At this point, Metellus Cimber pleads with Caesar that his brother's banishment be repealed; Caesar refuses and Brutus, Casca, and the others join in the plea. Their pleadings rise in intensity and suddenly, from behind, Casca stabs Caesar. While the conspirators attempt to quiet the onlookers, Trebonius enters with the news that Mark Antony has fled home.
Then the conspirators all stoop, bathe their hands in Caesar's blood, and brandish their weapons aloft, preparing to walk "waving our red weapons o'er our heads" out into the marketplace, crying "Peace, freedom, and liberty! Antony gives a farewell address to the dead body of Caesar; then he pretends a reconciliation with the conspirators, shakes the hand of each of them, and requests permission to make a speech at Caesar's funeral.
This Brutus grants him, in spite of Cassius' objections. When the conspirators have departed, Antony begs pardon of Caesar's dead body for his having been "meek and gentle with these butchers. A servant enters then and says that Octavius Caesar is seven leagues from Rome, but that he is coming.
The two men exit, carrying the body of Caesar. When the moment of crisis arrives and Caesar enters the public square, the conspirators are pent up and concerned when Popilius wishes them well. Their anxiety is at such a pitch that they are unable to determine what he actually means when he says "I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. To heighten the crises, Shakespeare shifts from lengthy speeches, asides, and soliloquies to short bursts of dialogue.
The first crisis in this scene is the accumulating danger of discovery arising from the words of the soothsayer, Artemidorus, and Popilius. As that danger is resolved, a graver crisis is suitably expressed in slower and heavier tones. The conspirators ritualistically turn to their prey Caesar and mock him with their courtesies. Metellus Cimber kneels before Caesar to press his case that his banished brother be allowed to return to Rome, but Caesar preempts him, mocks him and humiliates him.
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