his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place, ran Cassius'

dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this, the

well-beloved Brutus stab'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how

the blood of Caesar follow'd it!-- As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd If

Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:

Judge, O you Gods, how Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all!

For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors'

arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And in his mantle

muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while

ran blood, great Caesar fell. Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I

and you, and all of us, fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Oh!

now you weep; and I perceive you feel 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, mar'd, as you see, by traitors.

 

_1 Ple._ Oh, piteous spectacle!

 

_2 Ple._ Oh, noble Caesar!

 

_3 Ple._ Oh, woful day!

 

_4 Ple._ Oh, traitors, villains!

 

_1 Ple._ Oh, most bloody sight!