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Alexander Pope [1723], [The tragedy of Julius Cæsar, altered: With a Prologue and Chorus; By His Grace, John Duke of Buckingham, in] The works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham (Printed by John Barber, Alderman of London, London) [word count] [S39101].
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SCENE VI. Antony, who stands over the Body of Cæsar alone.

ANTONY.
Pity indeed! but what a wretched change,

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That thou should'st move it! Thou, whose wondrous Soul
Was high as e'er Humanity attain'd;
Yet gentle as the humblest of Mankind. (Enter some Friends of Antony.
Thy vast Ambition was but just, and like
The Element of Fire when first created,
Which soar'd above the rest, to shine more glorious,
And chear the under World with Light and Heat.
Thou still shalt shine a Comet, and portend
A black and bloody Scene of Civil War.
These Wounds inspire me with prophetick Skill,
Which like dumb Mouths op'ning their bloody Lips,
Seem to entreat the utt'rance of my Tongue.
Now the whole World disturb'd, will miss thee soon;
Men shall bemoan their Master, beat their Breasts,
And lay upon thy Death all their Misfortunes.
Wars, Bloodshed, Massacres, such horrid Deeds,
And fatal Fury, shall be so familiar,

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That Custom shall take off all sense of Crime,
And Shame and Guilt shall be but Words forgot,
Lost in the boundless Licence of the Times.
  Come, let us bear him to the Market-place.
This is a Jewel yet, tho' drop'd by Fortune;
With which we'll purchase Popularity,
And set up for our selves in this new World.
Our Tears and Grief will soften their hard Hearts,
Fit to receive impression from our words.
And when Crowds listen once, there is no Fear,
They have the People's Hearts, who have their Ear. (Exeunt with the Body of Cæsar.

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To be Sung after the Fourth Act. Fourth CHORUS.
How great a Curse has Providence
  Thought fit to cast on Human Kind!
Learning, Courage, Eloquence,
  The gentlest Nature, noblest Mind,
Were intermix'd in one alone,
Yet in one Moment overthrown!

Could Chance, or senseless Atoms join
  To form a Soul so great as his?
Or would those Pow'rs we hold Divine,
  Destroy their own chief Master-piece?
Where so much Difficulty lyes,
The doubtful are the only wise.

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And, what must more perplex our Thoughts;
  Great Jove the best of Romans sends,
To do the very worst of Faults,
  And kill the kindest of his Friends.
All this is far above our reach,
Whatever Priests presume to preach.

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Alexander Pope [1723], [The tragedy of Julius Cæsar, altered: With a Prologue and Chorus; By His Grace, John Duke of Buckingham, in] The works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham (Printed by John Barber, Alderman of London, London) [word count] [S39101].
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