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T H E D E AT H O F C A E S A R
Borgo Press Books by VOLTAIRE The Death of Caesar Saul and David Socrates
T H E D E AT H OF CAESAR
A P L AY I N T H R E E A C T S
V O LTA I R E
Translated and Adapted by Frank J. Morlock
THE BORGO PRESS
com . Morlock FIRST EDITION Published by Wildside Press LLC www.wildsidebooks.T H E D E AT H O F C A E S A R Copyright © 2011 by Frank J.
DE DICAT ION For my son. Miles Morlock .
9 ACT I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31 ACT III . . . . . . . . . . . . 85 . . . . 53 ABOUT THE AUTHOR . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 ACT II . . . . . . . . . . . .CONTENTS CAST OF CHARACTERS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Senator DECIMUS. Praetor CASSIUS. Senator DOLABELLA. Consul JUNIUS BRUTUS. Dictator MARK ANTHONY. Senator ROMANS LICTORS T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 9 . Senator CASCA. Senator CIMBER. Senator CINNA.CA ST OF C H A R AC T E R S JULIUS CAESAR.
the second of mankind. and the world. is going to meet in you Its conqueror. its avenger. its support. Satisﬁed to be under you. Anthony cannot envy it. More than you I have cherished the glory of your life. Prouder of serving you than reigning myself. You know. behold the august day In which the Roman people. and its king. is it for you to complain? Can Caesar tremble. you are going to reign. always unjust to you. Changed by your virtues. I’ve prepared the chain you are putting the Romans in. ANTHONY: Caesar.AC T I The action takes place at Rome in the Capitol. and displeases you! King of Rome. or can Caesar fear? Who can inspire terror in your great soul? T H E D E AT H O F C A E S A R | 11 . What! You don’t reply to me except by long sighs! Your grandeur is my joy. Prouder to attach this new diadem to you.
Pompey. conquered. I am leaving and going to avenge on the inhuman Parthians The shame of Crassus and the Roman people. The greatest sagacity is often deceived. And my brave soldiers are only waiting for the signal So as to see my face again belted with the royal crown. and the Romans Subjugated by my hands are worth more than the Persians. Caesar can rightfully undertake To attack a country that submitted to Alexander: Perhaps the Gauls. commanded. dear Anthony. The eagle of the legions. that I still retain Demands to ﬂy towards the seas of Bosphorus. And in factions. Fate may tire of marching at my heels. Having betrayed Pompey it can leave Caesar. Possibly. and that destiny directs me To carry our standards to the ﬁelds of Babylon. But this hope that animates me doesn’t blind me. Triumph or defeat is only a step apart. it makes my heart open to you. as in battles. At least.CAESAR: Friendship. You know that I am leaving you. for forty 1 2 | VO LTA I R E . and your friend ﬂatters himself That the conqueror of the Rhine can be conqueror of the Euphrates. I dare think so. I have served.
by my hands. That the earth to my sons. as to you. I don’t wish to demand any oaths of you. my heart has nothing to fear. I’ve seen the destiny of the world in my hands. But I don’t understand your goodness which outrages me. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 13 . And that bearing away from here the great title of king My blood and my friend will take it after me. in sharing your tender friendship. I am leaving you today. Your promise sufﬁces. But. And that your interest attaches me to Italy When glory is calling you to the shores of Asia. As sacred but vain guarantees of human faith. be submissive. I demand That Anthony and my children be forever linked. Whatever may occur. my children must be served like their father. my last will. And I’ve always known that at each event The destiny of states depends on a moment. That Rome. defended and conquered. I will concur without pride or die without self pity. Anthony. ANTHONY: It’s already a harsh enough law for Anthony That you are seeking war and death without me. and I think it more pure Than the altars of gods surrounded by perjurers. I am more afﬂicted still to see that your great heart Doubts its fortune and suspects a mishap.years.
to my misfortune Responds with horror to my tender friendship. when you tell me of your son. and on no adoption Has another Caesar to support your house. That austere defender of our ancient laws. but who. CAESAR: There’s no time. of sharing? You have no son except Octavius. to hide the bitterness Which secretly is consuming my fatherly heart. friend. he’s the son of my choice: Destiny (ought I to call it propitious or harsh) Has made me indeed father of a true son.Caesar. I’ve named him Caesar. ANTHONY: And whose is this child? What ingrate can be So unworthy of the blood that the gods caused him to be born of? CAESAR: Listen: you know the unfortunate Brutus In whom Cato cultivated the rough virtues. Of a son that I cherish. That rigid enemy of arbitrary power 14 | VO LTA I R E . Octavius is my blood. only by favor of the law.
Followed the fate of all my enemies. Almost before my eyes made her pass into other arms. arms in hand. here. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 15 . in our ﬁrst struggles. nourished far from me at the home of my proudest enemies— ANTHONY: Brutus! He could be— CAESAR: You don’t believe it. Who was my prisoner in the ﬁelds of Thessaly. That proud Cato. the proud Servilia! CAESAR: She was joined to me by a secret marriage. read this.Who. Whose life I saved twice. Born. But the day that established this second marriage With her new spouse decided destiny. always against me. ANTHONY: Gods! Cato’s sister.
his independent heart Assumes a proud ascent over my astonished senses. He irritates me. Caesar? CAESAR: He has other virtues. Goodbye. ANTHONY: “Caesar.Under the name of Brutus my son was raised. Was he reserved. His ﬁrmness impresses me. I’m going to die. Remember that Caesar gave life to Brutus. you will know everything from this funereal writing. So that being man and father. O heaven. a seductive charm Excuses him in my eyes and deceives me in his favor. 16 | VO LTA I R E . Give you a son that so little resembles you. to hate me? But read. his superb courage Secretly ﬂatters mine. he pleases me. The celestial wrath Is going to end my life and my love at the same time. even when he outrages it. and I even excuse him For condemning supreme power in me. May this son prove to his father The friendship that his mother retained for you as she was dying! Servilia!” What! Must the tyrannical law of fate.
When he shall know of what blood he is born. I would have been a citizen if proud Pompey Hadn’t wanted to oppress me under his usurped glory. Which tames and crushes under its feet irritated T H E D E AT H O F C A E S A R | 17 . If I weren’t Caesar. I hated tyrants. Believe me. He will change his manners as he changes his fortune. Duty. he must hate a master. And that the liberty that I’ve just oppressed Even more strongly than I. Every man to his situation must bend his courage Brutus will soon take a different tone. I thought like him from my earliest years. blood. the diadem is destined for his face. I know his ﬁerce fortitude: The sect he belongs to doesn’t allow anything to move him. ambitious but born to be virtuous. ANTHONY: I doubt it. If he is the son of Caesar. my blessings. Born proud. I detested Sulla. condemns me to love him. This intractable sect. Nature. the voice of my country Speaks to me despite myself against my tyranny. all will make him my son. which boasts Of hardening spirits against humanity. It will soften his importunate roughness.So that being a Roman. I would have been Brutus. interest. your advice. Shall I tell you even more? If Brutus owes me being.
that they call duty Have an absolute power over their bronze hearts. Even preferred death to your kind friendship. CAESAR: Time softens all.nature. Even Cato. the victim of Utica Who. These frightful prejudices. Alone speaks to Brutus and alone is heard. Cato was less lofty. and less to be feared Than the ingrate that your bounty is attempting to constrain to love you. Cato that unfortunate stoic. 18 | VO LTA I R E . That wild hero. with what blows have you just struck me? What are you telling me? ANTHONY: I love you and I cannot deceive you. less harsh. ﬂeeing a pardon that humiliated him. CAESAR: Dear friend.
I’m his father. I’ve saved my greatest enemies. I’ve cherished. CAESAR: Never mind. It’s up to you to assist me in such great plans. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 19 . And conquering vanquished hearts through my clemency To see the earth and Brutus adore my power. soften his courage. Prepare this virtuous savage by degrees For the important secret that must be revealed to him And about which my heart still hesitates to tell him. I intend to make myself loved by Rome and by my son. Subdue Brutus today.ANTHONY: My heart despairs of it. You’ve loaned me your arm to subdue men. CAESAR: What! His hate— ANTHONY: Believe me.
) CAESAR: seated) Come. What scorn and hate I read on their faces. here is the time. Cimber. with lictors. Let them come in.(Enter Dolabella. Cimber. 2 0 | VO LTA I R E . Cassius. my dear Brutus. ANTHONY: Here they are.) DOLABELLA: Caesar. They’ve come here at your supreme order. Companions of Caesar. worthy supports of Roman grandeur. Finally. Cinna. if heaven seconds me. Cassius. Cinna. (Enter Brutus. Decimus. Come forward. the Senators are awaiting audience. CAESAR: They’re slow enough. and you. and Casca. Decimus.
From the Atlantic Ocean to the shores of Betis. Anthony will retain Gaul and Italy. A name greater. by right of war. I am giving Greece and Lycia to Marcellus. Everything is ready. A rumor much conﬁrmed spreads over the earth That it is in vain Rome dares to make war on Persians That a king alone can vanquish them and give them T H E DE AT H O F CA E SA R | 21 . The Euphrates is awaiting Caesar. It only remains for the Senate to decide under what title I must be the arbiter of Rome and mankind. and Pompey emperor. Pontus to Decimus. That which is lacking to Romans of the three-quarters of the world. holier. Sulla was honored by the name of dictator. Brutus and Cassius will follow me into Asia. By leaving Rome happy and without divisions. less subject to reversals. Having thus regulated the fate of nations. Marius was Consul. all foreseen for this vast design. Formerly feared in Rome and dear to the universe. and I am leaving tomorrow. Syria to Casca. I conquered this last and that’s enough to tell you That we need a new name for a new empire. It’s time to add. Cimber will govern subject kings. to satisfy the manes of Crassus.In which I am going to complete the conquest of the world And see the throne of Cyrus in the Orient Fall.
CIMBER: Caesar. nor Carbo. Marius. think of my power. nor Sulla. these crowns. Have ever pretended to dispose at their will of The conquests of Rome. . An outrage to the State: more than a beneﬁt to us. a favor more just. This fruit of our toil. . the universe that you are giving. These scepters. He’s only a citizen known for his services Who can still dry up the caprices of the people. . Above the States given by your bounty. Will be.the law. I must speak. Romans. we were expecting from your august clemency A gift more precious. CAESAR: What are you daring to demand. In their authority over the usurped people. Cimber? 2 2 | VO LTA I R E . you know my hope. Caesar. you hear me. to the eyes of the people and the jealous Senate. and to speak to us as kings. nor Pompey. Think of my benefactions. Caesar’s going to undertake it and Caesar isn’t king.
but let Rome be free. but slave at the shore of the Tiber: What matter that her name commands the universe: And that she’s called queen. CASSIUS: You promised it to us. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 23 . Before being yours. Gods! Mistress of the Indus. and you yourself swore To forever abolish absolute authority: And I was thinking to reach at this happy moment When the conqueror of the world was going to fulﬁll our wishes. desolated Rome was consoled by the reborn hope. I am thinking of your power. although she is in fetters! What matter to my country.CIMBER: Liberty. we were her children. to the Romans that you brave. BRUTUS: Yes. captive. let Caesar be great. Smoking in its blood. but think of your oaths. To learn that Caesar has new slaves? The Persians are not our ﬁercest enemies. I have no other opinion. There is one greater.
To affect here this illustrious hauteur And these grand sentiments before your conqueror. Rampant under Marius. So that’s what gives you a soul bold enough To dare to speak to me of Rome and country. in your boldness. You who my beneﬁcence alone invites to outrage me Without fear that Caesar will stoop to avenge himself. emboldened by my clemency. you Brutus.CAESAR: And. CAESAR: So then. who before Sulla kept silent. You who breathe only because my wrath. stops over you. ANTHONY: (to Caesar) You know their audacity. slaves of Pompey. You. 2 4 | VO LTA I R E . you wish To tempt my patience and to give up my bounties? You who belong to me by the right of the sword. It lacked them on the plains of Pharsalia Fortune between us became very unequal. Restrained too long. Ungrateful republicans who. See if these ingrate hearts are worthy of your mercy. also.
if you wish to reign. Leave there. You left us life. strike. it’s you alone who can disarm me. Stay. BRUTUS: Caesar. and none. it’s you alone Caesar wants to love. none of us knows anything accept to die. but to debase us And we detest it if you must be obeyed. Start here with me.If you don’t know how to conquer learn to serve. CAESAR: Listen and you leave. (the Senators leave) Brutus dares to offend me! But do you know with what darts you’ve just pierced me? Go. let none of us escape your wrath. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 25 . in Thessaly. Caesar is very far from wishing to kill you. None of us I disavow. Lowered his courage to request his life. Caesar. Remain. the indiscreet fury of the Senate.
if he wishes. 2 6 | VO LTA I R E . If you are only a tyrant. ingrate to your love. Ingrate to all your bounties. leave forever in its obscurity This wretched secret which weighs on your kindness. Renounce him for your son.) ANTHONY: Well! Did I deceive you? Do you think that nature Can mollify a soul so proud and hard? Leave. He doesn’t deserve to owe you life. As for Rome. And I can no longer remain with Anthony and you Since he’s no longer Roman and he asks for a king. But let him remain unaware of what blood he is persecuting. I abhor your tenderness. let him deplore the fall. (Exit Brutus. I love him.BRUTUS: All my blood is yours if you keep your promise. CAESAR: I cannot.
Descend then from the rung to which I’ve seen you climb. Sulla would have punished them. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 27 . and Cassius outrages you! What! Cimber. Kindness sits ill with your authority. my arms conquered them. It destroys the work of your burgeoning grandeur. what! Cinna. What! Rome is under your sway. I can pardon them For boiling under the yoke I wish to place on them ANTHONY: Marius would have been less thrifty of their blood. very much above them. and these obscure Senators. To affect these hauteurs to the eyes of the king of the world! They brave your power and these vanquished still breath! CAESAR: They were born my equals.ANTHONY: Ah! Then cease to love the dazzle of the diadem. And.
Pleasing him in crushing him. If my grandeur exasperates. I know what the people are: they change in a day. They lavish their hate and their love. Murder and fury Were his politics as much as his grandeur. I will be their delight. my clemency attracts. 2 8 | VO LTA I R E . Once more ﬂatter the tiger at the moment he’s being enchained. A politic pardon to one who cannot injure me.CAESAR: Sulla was a barbarian. Has brought towards me his weak will. He governed Rome in the midst of tortures. wearing them with an air of liberty. I must cover with ﬂowers the abyss into which I am dragging them. that’s how you reign. CAESAR: Go. He only knew how to oppress. He was their terror. ANTHONY: It’s necessary to be feared. it’s only in battles that I want to be feared. and Is in my fetters. charming him And punishing my rivals by making myself loved.
Of more impetuous ones you must assure yourself. at least deign to contradict yourself. Idolaters of Rome and cruel by duty. ANTHONY: Beware they don’t raise another to vengeance. I know how to ﬁght. even before your eyes they dare to murmur. Beware of ulcerated hearts nourished in despair. To prevent their blows. Don’t advise me to make myself hated. Alarmed Cassius foresees that this very day My hand must place the diadem on your head. CAESAR: Up to now the people have sanctiﬁed my bounty. and don’t know how to T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 29 . See this temple Rome has raised to clemency. Already.ANTHONY: The people will abuse your easiness. CAESAR: I would have punished them if I were able to fear them. conquer.
Let’s reign over the universe without violence.punish. and listening to neither suspicion nor vengeance. Let’s go. CURTAIN 3 0 | VO LTA I R E .
crawl without me under the hand that braves you. but it’s from hearing you. Reveal less virtue than ferocity. You could agree to speak to him less. this animosity. You don’t know who you dare hate.AC T I I ANTHONY: This proud refusal. BRUTUS: Ah! I’m shivering already. Can you imagine to deceive or corrupt Brutus? Go. I know all your plans. you are burning to be a slave. And you would be shivering from it if you knew. Enemy of Romans that you’ve betrayed. The kindness of Caesar. and especially his power Deserve better consideration and more complaisance. You are a Roman and you want a monarch! T H E D E AT H O F C A E S A R | 31 .
You revive in me these vivid sparks Of virtues with which your immortal souls shone. And you avenger of the laws. And here I am seeking Rome and no longer ﬁnd it. You want to be a hero. and what ignominy! Now there are the supports of my sorrowing country! Behold your successors. of Scipio’s blood. my blood. last of the heroes. Decimus. I’ve seen you perish. you immortals of courage.) BRUTUS: What baseness. you.ANTHONY: I am a friend. whose images I see weeping. Brutus. divine Cato. (Exit Anthony. and you. which nothing can soften Embraces virtue in a way to make it hated. Heroes. everyone kisses the hand that enchains us. Horace. You live in Brutus. you put in my breast 32 | VO LTA I R E . Caesar has raped us even of our virtues. and I bear a humane heart: I am not seeking after any rare virtue. You. go. And your savage pride. Brutus! Just gods. o heaven. you are only a barbarian. what remains of Roman Grandeur! Trembling. Family of Pompey. you.
what do I see at the foot of your shadow? What letter addressed to me is presented to my sight? Let’s read: “You are sleeping. Friend. you are not Brutus. their eyes are on me. Casca. for the last time. and their followers. I must fall under the debris of the laws. Don’t reproach me for the chains I abhor. They demand blood. and this too tardy hand. “No.All the honor that a tyrant ravishes from the name of Roman. (Enter Cassius.” Rome. I see that Rome still has virtuous hearts. Rome will be satisﬁed. and Rome is in fetters. They demand an avenger.” Ah! Cruel reproach! Caesar! Tremble tyrant! Now there’s your mortal blow. I want to be him. They excite this soul. you are not Brutus!” I am. Great Pompey. Brutus. Brutus. But what other letter is offering itself to my eyes once more? “No. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 33 . Cinna. Decimus. my eyes on you will always be open. Romans I will perish or you will be without a master.) CASSIUS: I am embracing you.
Our imprudent ancestors conquered it only for him. All six centuries of glory labored to produce. Ah! Brutus! Were you born to serve under a master? Liberty is no more. Six hundred years of virtue. Of the universe over which he’s triumphing today. this scepter of the earth. I expect no mercy. BRUTUS: It’s ready to be reborn. my friends. These spoils of kings.From Caesar. and of war. It’s over. CASSIUS: What are you saying? But what uproar assaults my spirit? 3 4 | VO LTA I R E . no more laws: Rome’s been annihilated. In us. of toil. He knows my feelings. Caesar enjoys it all and devours the fruit. Our incorruptible soul astonishes his plans. he is going to ruin the last of the Romans. henceforth. No more honor. he knows our audacity. there’s no more country.
is it you? Speak. (Enter Cimber. Caesar was at the temple and this proud idol Seems to be the god who thunders from the Capitol. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 35 .) CASSIUS: Ah! Cimber. you say? But what? The noise is increasing. CASSIUS: Liberty. the vile populace and its unworthy screaming.BRUTUS: Leave there. what’s this disturbance? DECIMUS: Are they plotting a new a outrage against Rome? What are they doing? What have you seen? CIMBER: The disgrace of the State.
Others blushed with shame and wept with sorrow. Then he concealed his trouble. Then all think themselves free. But amongst so much outburst. They gave him the name Lightning of War. some Romans’ faces paled.” At these words. he says. and wasn’t satisﬁed. hurls himself on his knees “Caesar. At last amongst those shouts and songs of glee From people who surrounded him. And suddenly.It’s there that he announced his superb plan To join Persia to the Roman empire. crown and scepter in hand. his imprudent pride Wanted another title. A madman intoxicated with indiscreet joy. when all are in jeopardy. They shut up. and the more they 3 6 | VO LTA I R E . Anthony was alarmed. I saw some citizens ﬂeeing with horror. who still read on their face The bursting evidence of indignation Feigning long practiced sentiments Tossed away scepter and crown and trampled them under his feet. on the head of Caesar places the crown. Caesar. He enters: o shame! O crime unworthy of a Roman! He enters. before him. Avenger of Romans. Caesar feigned and blushed. they shivered: He. Conqueror of the Earth. reign over the earth and over us. The vaults of heaven resounded with their dolorous shouts. Anthony pushed through the crowd.
applauded it, Moderation served to veil his crime. He affected to regret a magnanimous refusal. But despite his efforts, he shivered underneath As they applauded in him virtues that he doesn’t have. Still, no longer being able to restrain his wrath, He left the Capitol with a severe look. He intends that in an hour the Senate should reassemble. Brutus, in an hour Caesar is changing the State. With the Senate half corrupted, Having bought Rome, they’re selling it to Caesar. More cowardly than the people who in its misfortune The name of king at least has always somewhat horriﬁed. Caesar, already too much king, still wants the crown. The people are refusing it, the Senate will give it to him In the end, heroes who are listening to me—what must be done? CASSIUS: Die, and end our lives of oppressive calculations. I’ve dragged chains throughout my unworthy life So long as a little hope ﬂattered my country. Behold its last day, and, Cassius, at least Doesn’t want to breath when the State is no more. Weep whoever wants Rome, and remain faithful to
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her. I can no longer avenge her, but I can expire with her. I am going where our gods are. (looking at their statues) Pompey and Scipio, It’s time to follow you and to imitate Cato. BRUTUS: No, let’s not imitate anybody, And let’s serve all as an example The universe is contemplating us, brave friends. It’s up to us to answer to the admiration That expiring Rome preserves for our name. If Cato had listened to me, he would have lost his life More justly in his fury over expiring Caesar. But he turned on himself his innocent hands. His death was useless to the good of mankind. Doing everything for glory, he did nothing for Rome, And it’s the only error this great man fell into. CASSIUS: What do you expect someone to do in such despair?
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BRUTUS: This is what they wrote me, that’s our duty. CASSIUS: They wrote me, too; I received this reproach. BRUTUS: It’s too much to deserve it. CIMBER: The fatal hour approaches. In an hour the tyrant will destroy the name “Roman.” BRUTUS: In an hour it’s necessary to pierce his breast. CASSIUS: Ah! I recognize in this your noble audacity.
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DECIMUS: Enemy of tyrants, and worthy of your race Now those are the feelings I had in my heart. CASSIUS: You deliver them to me myself, and I owe you the honor of it. That’s what my hate and my rage was expecting Of the male strength that forms your character. It’s Rome that inspires in you these grand designs. Your name alone is the decree of death to tyrants. My dear Brutus let’s wash the opprobrium from the earth Let’s avenge this Capitol, in want of thunder. You, Cimber, you Cinna, you dauntless Romans, Do you have any other soul and any other will? CIMBER: We think like you, we scorn life; We detest Caesar, we love our country. We all will avenge it: Brutus and Cassius Are reviving the virtues of whatever is Roman.
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Emilius. Too long suffering the hand that oppresses us. Lepidus. there. Made to harangue Rome and not to avenge her. Cicero who once punished the insolence of a traitor Serves liberty only with his eloquence. Let’s leave to the orator who charms his country The duty of praising us after we have served it. born avengers of crime. T H E D E AT H O F CA E S A R | 41 . The Senate must surrender to the tyrant in an hour. I intend to surprise him. I will punish him. Bibulus. Either tremble under Caesar or indeed have sold out to him.DECIMUS: Born judges of the State. Bold in the Senate. it’s only with you I wish to share This immortal honor and this pressing danger. weak in danger. And if on a tyrant we suspend our blows For us each moment that he breathes is a crime for us. No. CIMBER: Shall we admit someone else into this supreme honor? BRUTUS: We ourselves sufﬁce to avenge the country. Dolabella. There.
But how noble and desirable is such a death. my friends seems inevitable. oppressed by his misdeeds. It’s there that he oppresses us and it’s there he must be sacriﬁced. 4 2 | VO LTA I R E . they are going to detest it. Doesn’t yet know if it must love him or hate him. ﬂighty and easy to mollify.There. I intend this dagger thrust into his breast To avenge Cato. CASSIUS: Let’s not hesitate any further. Will be reborn from its ashes and revive forever. It’s hazarding much. BRUTUS: Then swear with me. swear on this sword. brave friends. His passionate adherents Occupy the limits of the Capitol. This indolent people. so long as Caesar dies. and the Roman people. How ﬁne it is to perish in plans so great. Let’s not fear the people at all. they seem still undecided. Our death. But if the idol falls. let’s run to the Capitol. To see his blood shed in the blood of tyrants! With what pleasure then we’ll see his last hour! Let’s die. Pompey. By the blood of Cato and Pompey. And so that Liberty.
Let’s swear to exterminate Whoever thus pretends to govern Rome. the gods. Brutus. if they are tyrants. From this moment all are adopting each other. whose image Excites our courage to this urgent duty. at your sacred knees we promise To do everything for Rome and nothing for ourselves. do more. A true republican has for father and sons Only virtue. Be it our own sons. Pompey. and his country. BRUTUS: Yes. The good of the state has made us relatives.By the sacred manes of all true Romans That in the ﬁelds of Africa ended their destinies. Let’s seal our union with the blood of tyrants. they are our adversaries. Swear by all the gods. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 43 . To be united in the State which reassembles in us. avengers of the country. That Caesar will end his life beneath your blows. I am uniting my blood with yours forever. our brothers or our fathers. CASSIUS: My friends. (advancing towards the statue of Pompey) We are swearing by you. the laws. hero.
BRUTUS: Be done with it and take my life. to die together. Where are you going. to ﬁght. keep him here. wretch? BRUTUS: Far from tyranny.) CAESAR: Stay put. 4 4 | VO LTA I R E . Caesar enters and sees Brutus. Let’s go. let’s prepare ourselves. it’s too much to stop ourselves. CAESAR: Lictors. (All the conspirators are leaving.To live. it’s here you must listen to me.
With you I am pleased to descend from my rank. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 45 . the pillage of your country. I’d end its course. The blood of nations. I wouldn’t talk. and consent to listen to you. With those who just dared to displease me. Your proud ingratitude Offends me with a sullen deliberation. BRUTUS: Caesar.CAESAR: Brutus. CAESAR: I suffer your audacity. they are speaking like Romans. having braved my wrath. and their opinions Would be followed if the gods inspired you. Again I ﬁnd you with those Romans Whom I most suspect of per ﬁdious plans. if my anger extended to your life. You are too meritorious. With what do you reproach me? BRUTUS: The ravaged world. Having blamed my conduct.
That proud citizen. to Rome most fatal. CAESAR: Ah! That’s what Pompey should have been reproached for. his haughty soul Would have let Roman liberty breathe? He would have overwhelmed you under his despotic yoke.Your power. your virtues which form your injustices Which by your outrages are accomplices in you. Never wanted Caesar to be his equal. What would Brutus have done then? BRUTUS: Brutus would have sacriﬁced him. CAESAR: Now that’s what your great heart is destining for me in 4 6 | VO LTA I R E . With his feigned virtue yours was deceived. Do you think if he had conquered me. Your funereal generosity that makes your fetters loved And which are only a bait with which to deceive the universe.
Brutus. Who can restrain you? CAESAR: (presenting him with Servilia’s letter) Nature. Read. ingrate.the end. learn the blood that you are opposing me with. read. forestall my fury. BRUTUS: Where am I? What have I read? Are my eyes deceiving me? CAESAR: Well. Don’t defend yourself over it. my son? T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 47 . and my heart. Brutus! BRUTUS: If you believe that. See who you can hate and go ahead if you dare. You are living for my ruin.
Ah! This scepter over the world. my father! Great gods! CAESAR: Yes. CAESAR: Speak. It’s a misfortune for you to be born of my blood. You are keeping silent. You fear being cherished by me. That sacred name offends you. What! Your heart is ﬁghting with remorse. and this supreme 4 8 | VO LTA I R E . and doesn’t soften you! BRUTUS: O terrifying fate that makes me desperate. Don’t conceal anything from me. Don’t fear to be my son. ingrate! What wild silence! What do I say? What sobs are escaping your mouth? My son— What! I hold you mute between my arms! Nature astonishes you. O oaths! O country! O always cherished Rome! Caesar! Ah! Wretchedness! I have lived too long. that I am. of sharing my rank.BRUTUS: Him.
and the title of king. my son? T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 49 . I want to share. want them for yourself. what is this secret that seems to overwhelm you? BRUTUS: Caesar— CAESAR: Well. gods! CAESAR: You want to speak and you are having trouble controlling yourself.power This Caesar that you hate. BRUTUS: Ah. Are these distractions from tenderness or hatred? Now. with Octavius and you The reward of a hundred battles.
BRUTUS: I cannot tell it. CAESAR: You don’t dare to call me by the tender name of father? BRUTUS: If you are. CAESAR: Speak: by granting it to you. tiger that I am caressing! Ah! Unnatural heart which hardens my tenderness! 5 0 | VO LTA I R E . I will hope to win everything. CAESAR: Ah! Barbarous enemy. I make one sole prayer to you. BRUTUS: Make me die on the spot or cease to reign.
I will learn from Brutus how to stop being humane. but in his worst violence. you are no longer my son. Go. My despairing heart takes example from yours. All who have dared to displease me. and you alone are the cause. Ingrates. Go. go ﬁnd your unworthy friends.Go. They know what I can do. My too indulgent heart is weary of pardoning. cruel one. BRUTUS: Ah! Let’s not leave him in such cruel thoughts. Caesar wasn’t made to pray to you in vain. I’m going to abandon myself to my wrath. they will see what I dare. they will all be punished. I will become barbarous. Go. Calmly.) CURTAIN T H E DE AT H O F CA E SA R | 51 . let’s save Caesar and Rome! (Brutus rushes after Caesar. Free in my power I will no longer listen to unjust clemency. This heart which you terribly injured Will indeed know how to vanquish nature in the end. I will imitate Sulla. If we can. you will tremble at the rumor of my vengeance. I won’t know you any more. cruel citizen.
to live if we must live. To serve the Senate in either fate By giving death to Caesar or receiving it from him. respect Rome. Casca. and Pompey. to die. The mistress of the world is today without a master. she’s no longer in chains. What Cato. Just one more hour and the tyrant is no more.” CIMBER: You see all our friends are ready to follow you. To strike. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 53 .AC T I I I CASSIUS: At last the hour approaches in which Rome will be reborn. and Asia were unable to do— We alone will execute him. Probus. And on this day I want it to be said to the universe: “Mortals. we will avenge the country. Cimber. Decimus. The honor in it is yours.
DECIMUS: But why hasn’t Brutus yet appeared? He. this ﬁerce enemy of the tyrant he abhors. He who received our oaths. Could he have been arrested? Perhaps Caesar knows. 5 4 | VO LTA I R E . who brought us all together. He who must lay the ﬁrst blow on Caesar. But here he is.) CASSIUS: Brutus. Great gods! How defeated he seems! (Enter Brutus. He trusts in you. Caesar doesn’t know that we’re going to cut short his life. what ill fortune overwhelms your virtue? Does the tyrant know? Is Rome betrayed? BRUTUS: No. The son-in-law of Cato is really slow to appear.
but tremble. us! BRUTUS: Stop. to your descendants. Everything is ready: know that Brutus is his son. the arm. I’ve chosen the time. The place. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 55 . a secret.DECIMUS: Then what can be disturbing you like this? BRUTUS: A misfortune. We may all perish. To the happiness of mortals. I owe his death to Rome. I am going to shock you with this horrifying secret. which will make you tremble. the moment in which Rome wants him to die The honor of the ﬁrst blow is conﬁded to my hands. to you. CASSIUS: Death is readying itself for us or the tyrant.
you weren’t born of him. I am the unfortunate fruit of that marriage. 5 6 | VO LTA I R E . CIMBER: Brutus.CIMBER: You. his son! CASSIUS: Of Caesar! DECIMUS: O Rome! BRUTUS: Servilia Was joined to Caesar in a secret marriage. son of a tyrant! CASSIUS: No.
BRUTUS: My shame is real. What! You are lowering your eyes! You. You shiver. Will be by my oaths the masters of my fate. too. friends. Cassius. BRUTUS: Speak. To dare to decide what Brutus must do? I deliver myself to you. who see the destiny that overwhelms me. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 57 . You. or snatches me from the crime. you are silent like them! None can support to the shore of this abyss! None encourages me. Is there one of you with a spirit strong enough. Cassius! And prompt to astonish you— CASSIUS: I am shivering with the advice I must give you.Your heart is too Roman. Stoic enough. enough above the vulgar.
Speak. you know with what fury Cataline once threatened his country? BRUTUS: Yes. determined on the best. But I am speaking to Brutus. I would say to you: Go. after The Senate condemned this traitor. Whose inﬂexible heart.CASSIUS: If you were only a common citizen. If. To this hero armed against tyranny. to this powerful genius. serve. what would you have decided? 5 8 | VO LTA I R E . Cataline had wanted to recognize you for his son. Henceforth Rome will have two traitors to punish. the very day that this great criminal Intended to deliver a mortal blow to liberty. Destroy the state you ought to support. Forced to choose between that monster and us. Will purify the blood Caesar has given you. Listen. be tyrant under your father. CASSIUS: If.
your duty. adopted by Cato. is he any less guilty? Are you less Brutus? Are you less Roman? Do you owe us your life. Raised by Pompey. It’s the decree of the Senate. his son! In the end is Rome no longer your mother? In that case is each of the conspirators no longer your brother? Born in our sacred walls. your duty is dictated by that single word. whether true or false By admitting you as son. your heart and your hand any less? You. nourished by Scipio. your faith? By telling this secret. But. speak. what more do you want? T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 59 . Friend of Cassius.BRUTUS: Can you ask? Do you think that for an instant my disappointed virtue Would have hesitated for a minute between man and country? CASSIUS: Brutus. are you feeling this unease and this secret murmur That a vulgar prejudice imputes to nature? Has a single word from Caesar extinguished in you Your love of country. Rome is secure.
judge him by us. why give an account? It’s your heart. it’s Brutus you must consult. brave friends. enslaved by love. your soul is completely his. But to others than yourself. 6 0 | VO LTA I R E . What’s it matter that a tyrant. BRUTUS: Well. to your observation my soul is revealed. the sins and marriage of your mother. BRUTUS: And you. what are you thinking? CIMBER: Judge us by him. If we were capable of another sentiment Rome would not need more guilty children. speak.These titles are sacred: all others outrage them. And you have no relatives except the avengers of the world. Break the unworthy fetter you are being offered today. and you were given life? Leave there. Seduced Servilia. You owe him your virtue. Let your ﬁrmness answer to our common oaths. Read in it the horrors by which it is overwhelmed. Cato formed your morals. Cato alone is your father.
The Senate. Admiring his virtues. With horror I am embracing a cruel virtue. Tears have poured from my stoic eyes. I will not betray my country for my father. save the State and him? The immortals will it. condemning his crimes. Seeing my father in him. Ready to serve the State. And if someone could reign over Romans. I am shivering with it before your eyes. The well being of the whole world speaks to me against a king. Raise your arm. have my word. but I am faithful to you. Caesar is going to speak to me: may I not today Soften him. After the frightful oath you saw me take. He is the only tyrant that they ought to spare.I am concealing nothing from you. Loaning to my tongue a power that will touch him! But if I obtain nothing from his ambition. My soul is torn apart by horror and pity Wishing the death that you are preparing for him. this heart is shaken. a guilty but great man. know that I esteem him His great heart is seducing me even to the breast of crime. strike. I will tell you even more. Swept away by Caesar. I will turn my eyes away. held fast by Rome. Merely the name of tyrant decides the rest. Don’t be alarmed: that’s the name I detest. T H E DE AT H O F CA E SA R | 61 . explaining by my mouth. but to kill my father: Weeping to be his son. Rome and you. change him. shamed by his bounties.
Spare me. stop these arms raised to punish him! Return.Approve it or not. And make him be just. all the rest is nothing.) BRUTUS: Now’s the moment Caesar’s going to listen to me. Rome itself and our gods hereabouts. my strict ﬁrmness endures. so that he can be my father! 6 2 | VO LTA I R E . Be it an object of horror or admiration. My duty sufﬁces me. Here’s the Capitol where death is going to await him. Go. Always independent and ever the citizen. if it’s possible. great gods. Let the astonished universe approve or not this great action. CASSIUS: Of the security of the state your word is your pledge. We are all counting on you. My spirit little jealous of surviving in memory Considers neither reproach nor glory. don’t think any further except of leaving slavery. the horror of hating him! Gods. his great and most dear heart to Rome. as if we heard Cato. (The conspirators leave.
my bounties.) CAESAR: Well! What do you want? Speak. if you are the son of Rome. nothing softens your heart? With what eye then do you view the scepter? T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 63 . sustain my virtue! (Enter Caesar. distracted. CAESAR: Wild republican. O manes of Cato. where are you going to lead yourself? Do you want to see me only to better insult me? What! While my favors are showered over you. Empire.Here he is! I remain motionless. As the world’s submissive homage awaits you. Do you have the heart of a man? Are you the son of Caesar? BRUTUS: Yes.
and I love you. Caesar. I would sacriﬁce my fortune for him and my life. I even excuse them. I am pitied by the gods to see such a great man Made at once the glory and the scourge of Rome. But can you hate me? BRUTUS: No. I detest Caesar with the name of king. CAESAR: What is there about me you can hate? 6 4 | VO LTA I R E . But Citizen Caesar would be a god for me.BRUTUS: With horror. My heart was biased towards you by your exploits Before your blood made me recognize you. CAESAR: I pity your prejudices.
Deign to listen to the prayers. yet even more than Caesar? CAESAR: Well? BRUTUS: You will see the earth enchained to your chariot. of your son. Sulla bathed a long while in our blood. Break our fetters. renounce the diadem. Do you indeed wish to live the ﬁrst on earth. of the Senate. the tears. To be yet more than king. Of all true Romans. CAESAR: Ah! What are you proposing? BRUTUS: What even Sulla did. be Roman. the opinions. To enjoy by a right more holy than that of war. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 65 .BRUTUS: Tyranny.
Our morals are changing. do yet more. and all was forgotten. we must change our laws. Then you will know how to reign. This terrifying colossus by which the world is trampled. By shaking the universe is itself shaken. Perhaps one day you will learn it at your expense. then I am your son. That illustrious murderer. surrounded by victims. the state. It’s leaning towards its fall.He rendered Rome free. Rome. Then. Caesar. What! Am I speaking to you in vain? CAESAR: Rome demands a master. By descending from the throne erased all his crimes. Rome which destroyed everything. more than to your rank our hearts will be submissive to you. You see our citizens more powerful than kings. are super ﬂuous names. since Sulla. The laws. In the end. You do not have his furors. Your heart knows how to pardon. the State. Brutus. our ancient virtues. dare to have his virtues. Seems ﬁnally to be destroying itself. Liberty is no longer anything but the right to injure. you must pardon. and against the storm It demands my arm to keep its head. Henceforth what’s the use of the mercies you dispense? It’s Rome. 6 6 | VO LTA I R E .
You don’t answer me at all. Brutus. my dear son: I foresee That your sad virtue will ruin the state and you. Don’t force your soul to vanquish nature. to the conqueror of Pompey. Adopt other feelings. Thunder on me. give me your heart. my bounty conjures you. Cato has seduced you too much. You turn your eyes away? BRUTUS: I don’t know you any more. great gods! Caesar— CAESAR: What! You’re moved? Your soul is molliﬁed? Ah! My son— T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 67 .In our corrupted times. ﬁlled with civil wars. let your deceived reason give in To the conqueror of Cato. If you can. You are speaking as if in the times of Decimus. Emilius. To your father who loves you and who pities your mistake. Be my son indeed.
Speaking in the name of a son who shivers and who loves you. Don’t rebuff me! CAESAR: Wretch. and yours touch? Your alarmed genius is speaking to you through my mouth. in the name of the gods. What do you want from me? BRUTUS: Believe me. In the name of your virtues. in your forgetful heart. it tosses me at your feet.BRUTUS: Do you really know this goes to your life! Do you know for sure that the Senate has no true Roman Who aspires in secret to pierce your breast? That the safety of Rome. leave me alone. of Rome. it urges me. 6 8 | VO LTA I R E . (he throws himself at his knees) Caesar. It pushes me. don’t be insensitive. and of yourself.
Rome must obey when Caesar wills it. my son! What! You are shedding tears! What! Brutus can weep! Is it over having a king? Are you weeping for Romans? T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 69 . what! Where are these tears coming from? Stay awhile.CAESAR: The universe can change. it’s all decided. my soul is inﬂexible. BRUTUS: (in a confounded way) Goodbye. CAESAR: Hey. BRUTUS: Then that’s your reply? CAESAR: Yes. Caesar.
But if Caesar will believe a citizen who loves him Our terrible omens. All those who have sold their lives and their votes for you Are going to squander incense at the feet of your statues.BRUTUS: I am only weeping for you. even our gods. the throne is erected. I am bringing before you the Roman crowd. (Exit Brutus. They are only waiting for you. our diviners. 7 0 | VO LTA I R E .) DOLABELLA: By your order the Senate has arrived at the temple. The Senate is going to decide their uncertain minds. I tell you.) CAESAR: O Rome! O heroic fortitude! Now why can’t I love my republic to this degree? (Enter Dolabella with Romans. Goodbye.
In high heaven the gods have counted our years. CAESAR: Go. CAESAR: What! If it’s necessary to reign. worries over your death. Caesar is only a man and I don’t think That heaven is uneasy to such a degree about my fate That it animates for me mute nature And the elements appear confused For a mortal to breath one more day. Heaven. me? DOLABELLA: All nature Conspires to warn you by a sinister augury. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 71 . Caesar has nothing to fear. Let’s follow without recoil our lofty destiny. which makes kings. to defer it for a moment! Who could stop me.Caesar will put off this great event.
Who knows to what degree they are conspiring their vengeance? CAESAR: They wouldn’t dare. 7 2 | VO LTA I R E . At least permit me to follow you into the Senate. DOLABELLA: Caesar must live for the well-being of Rome. and ill protect me.DOLABELLA: He has enemies Who have hardly submitted to a new yoke. CAESAR: Too many precautions against my fatal day Will make me derided. DOLABELLA: Your heart is too full of conﬁdence.
join your prayers with mine. I’m worried. why change the order agreed to between us? Don’t come any further friend. Let’s get going. I prefer to die than to fear death. I admit it. Conﬁrm the honors prepared for him. CAESAR: Go. what hero. This new feeling in my heart is very strong. o heaven.) DOLABELLA: (to the Romans) Dear citizens. On earth is more deserving of your homage? People who admire him.CAESAR: No. (Caesar goes into the Senate. DOLABELLA: I am leaving you regretfully. what shouts are being heard! T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 73 . what courage. What clamors. die to defend him. Live to serve him. the moment directs: He who changes his plans reveals his weakness.
(Enter Cassius. expire. CASSIUS: People.) CASSIUS: It’s over. 74 | VO LTA I R E . Long live liberty! My hand broke your chains. second me: let’s strike. conquerors of the universe. Nation of heroes. imitate me. tyrant! Courage. you no longer have a master. DOLABELLA: People. dagger in hand. he is no more. Cassius! DOLABELLA: Ah! Let’s rush to save him.THE CONSPIRATORS: (behind the scenes) Die. let’s skewer this traitor.
CASSIUS: Masters of the whole world. That he can regret Caesar and slavery? Who is this vile Roman who wished to have a king? If there is one. Preserve these noble sentiments forever. with such a feeble courage. I know that Anthony is going to appear before you. his blood is shed. happy children of Rome.DOLABELLA: Romans. let his memory perish. Is there one of you with so little virtue. That he served under him from his earliest youth T H E DE AT H OF CA E SA R | 75 . ROMANS: Caesar was a tyrant. remember that Caesar was his master. With such a cringing spirit. you all love glory. Friends. let him speak and let him complain of me. But you who are applauding me. will you betray the blood of this great man? CASSIUS: I killed my friend for the good of Rome! He enslaved you all.
CASSIUS: Remember. No question. merely consent to be happy. The people are henceforth the supreme tongue. of Anthony. He’s coming to justify his crime and his empire. and I’m rushing to him. 76 | VO LTA I R E . And to repair the ruins of liberty.In a school of crime and the art of tyranny. unworthily lost. To recall justice and our exiled gods. Caesar ravished them from you. Suspect Anthony completely. ROMANS: If he dares to accuse you. and of myself. He despises you enough to think of seducing you. I’ve returned them to you. Such is the law of Rome and I obey its laws. I am going back into the Capitol Brutus is in the Senate. I want to afﬁrm them. he can make his voice heard here. Romans. You. I am going with Brutus. these sacred oaths. in these desolate walls. he himself will perish. He’s awaiting me. You are resuming your inheritance. Romans. To suffocate evil intestine furors. The judge of Caesar. and especially trickery. that’s all I desire. Don’t betray yourself.
) ROMAN: But Anthony is appearing. he’s upset. (Exit Cassius back into the Senate. ANOTHER ROMAN: What will he dare to say to us? A ROMAN: His eyes are shedding tears. ANOTHER: He loved Caesar too much. he’s sighing.ROMANS: To the avengers of the State our hearts are sealed. ANTHONY: (entering and mounting the tribune to harangue them) T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 77 .
A THIRD: Yes. I loved him. Yes.Yes. Alas! You’ve all thought as I felt myself. indeed. Romans. at least have some pity. The whole world’s voice speaks enough of his glory. This hero sacriﬁced himself to your laws today. But of my despair. A ROMAN: He made them pour out when Rome had a master. And when removing the diadem from his head. would not have expired for him? Alas! I am not coming to celebrate his memory. we all approve of Cassius and Brutus. And at least forgive the tears of friendship. Which of you. but Caesar was a traitor. ANOTHER ROMAN: After he became a tyrant he no longer had any virtues. with my life I would have prolonged his destiny. 7 8 | VO LTA I R E . Caesar was a hero.
happy through his blessings. Caesar must have been very guilty. He paid for services. It was to serve the state that their great heart aspired. Gods. To force Romans to this despicable act. Great gods. I believe it. Caesar descended from it to dry your tears. All the gold of the nations which fell under his blows. But still. You know if his heart loved to pardon! ROMANS: It’s true that Caesar did love his clemency. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 79 .ANTHONY: Against these murderers I have nothing to say to you. They pierced the side of your great dictator. he pardoned outrage. No question. All the prizes of his blood were produced for you. you who allowed him to govern the world. you know him! you in whose image he was made. From his triumphal chariot he saw your alarms. Powerful through his courage. You triumph peacefully over the world he subdued. they are stained by his blood. Filled with his beneﬁts. did Caesar ever Weigh you down with the power of the fasces? Did he keep for himself the fruit of his conquests? With the spoils of the world he crowned your heads.
Yes. Twice he saved Cassius’ life. o crime. but you who are listening to me.ANTHONY: Alas! If his great soul had known vengeance. o barbarity! Dear friends. Alas! If you knew his last will! 8 0 | VO LTA I R E . I am succumbing. I see the tears that moisten your faces. On all his murderers he showered his beneﬁts. He would be living and his life would have fulﬁlled our desires. gods! ANTHONY: I see your generous courage shiver. You were his children in his adopted heart. his assassin! That monster was his son! ROMANS: Ah. and my speechless senses— Brutus. Brutus is his son. Friends. Brutus—where am I? O heaven.
Command Caesar.” he said. Caesar wants to serve you.ROMANS: What is it? Speak.” Brutus or Cassius would have done more? ROMANS: Ah! We detest them. “O Romans. His treasures are your wealth. It’s you alone that he loved. “kingly people that I serve. you are going to enjoy it all. Even from the tomb. ANTHONY: Rome is his heir. T H E DE AT H OF CA E SA R | 81 . He was going to lavish his fortune and his life. A ROMAN: Caesar was indeed the father of the state. that in Asia. it’s for you. This suspicion outrages us. as Caesar the universe.
(The back of the stage opens.ANTHONY: Your father is no more. An hour before made the earth tremble. Behold this vengeful god. Romans. Who. The honor of nature and the glory of Rome. Anthony comes down from the podium and casts himself on his knees by the body. will you deprive yourselves of the honors of the funeral pyre Of this father. idolized by you. Who ought to have enchained Babylon to his chariot: 8 2 | VO LTA I R E . who was so dear to you? They are bringing him before your eyes. A cowardly assassination Just cut short the life of this great man. this friend.) ROMANS: O funereal spectacle! ANTHONY: See what remains to you of the greatest of Romans. Lictors carry in the body of Caesar covered with a bloody sheet. ever your support in peace and in war. That even his assassins adored on their knees.
He’s expecting it from your hands and your valor. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 83 . Brutus. falling under his blows. There. Soiled his unnatural hand in these ﬂanks. Caesar. There. Romans. “O my son!” he said. He called him his son. touch these wounds. Pardoned him again. soul distracted. This blood shed before your eyes by perjured hands. ANTHONY: He’s demanding vengeance. and this dear and tender name Is the only one that in dying Caesar uttered. A ROMAN: O monster that the gods Should have exterminated before this frightful blow. bewildered Brutus. OTHER ROMANS: (looking at the body which they are near) Gods! His blood is still pouring out. looking at him with a calm and soft eye. in this condition do you know Caesar? See then. Cimber struck him: there on the great Caesar Cassius and Decimus thrust in their daggers.Friends.
March. come avengers of crimes. follow me against his assassins. yes. we will follow on your heels. Come. Romans. worthy friends. we will punish them. Let’s ﬁre the palaces of these proud conspirators. Let’s rush this inconstant and easy people. Let’s shove our desperate arms through their breasts. Drag them to war and without undue caution Let’s succeed Caesar by rushing to avenge him. With brands from the funeral pyre That is going to turn him into ashes. We swear by his blood to avenge his death. ANTHONY: (to Dolabella) Let’s not let their fury be wasted. Those are the honors you must render Caesar.Can you hear his voice? Wake up. To the god of the country sacriﬁce these victims. ROMANS: Yes. CURTAIN 8 4 | VO LTA I R E . Let’s hurry.
His translations have also appeared on Project Gutenberg. com. Morlock has written and translated many plays since retiring from the legal profession in 1992. In 2006 he received an award from the North American Jules Verne Society for his translations of Verne’s plays. Literature in the Age of Napoléon. He lives and works in México. T H E DE AT H OF CA ESA R | 85 .A B OU T T H E AU T HOR Frank J. Inﬁnite Artistries. the Alexandre Dumas Père web page. and Munsey’s (formerly Blackmask).
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