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Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4 Pleb. What docs he say of Brutus?

3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' sake, He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Pleb. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus

here.

1 Pleb. This Caesar was a tyrant. 3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain;

We are blest, that Rome is rid of him.

2 Pleb. Peace, let us hear what Antony can say. Ant. You gentle Romans

All. Peace, ho, let us hear him.

Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him: The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar; noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cry'd, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutussays, he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown; Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?'

Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious,*

And, sure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

But here lam, to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause;

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? j

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason—bear with me.

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

And I must pause, till it come back tome.

1 Pleb. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings, If ihou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.

3 Pleb. Has he, masters! I fear there will a worse come in his place.

4 Pleb. Mark'd ye his words? he would not take

the crown; Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

1 Pleb. If it be found so,some will dear abide it.

2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire, with

weeping.

3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than

Antony.

4 Pleb. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. Ant. Umtyesterday the word of Caesar might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,

And none so poor to do him reverence,

O, masters, if I were dispos'd to stir ——

Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong:

Who you all know, are honourable men.

I will not do them wrong: I rather chuse

To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,

Than I will wrong such honourable men.

But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar,

I found it in his closet, 'tis his will;

Let but the commons hear this testament,

(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)

And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue. . .——

4 Pleb. We'll hear the will; read it, Mark Antony.

All. The will, the will: we will hear Caesar's will.

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad, "Tis good you know not, that you are his heirs, For, if you should O what would come of it!

4 Pleb. Read the will, we will hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.

Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while? (I have overshot myself, to tell you of it) I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar I do fear it.

4 Pleb. They were traitors honourable men!

All. The will—the testament!

2 Pleb. They were villains, murderers; the will! read the will!

Ant. You will compel me, then, to read the will: Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend ? and will you give me leave?

All. Come down.

2 Pleb. Descend.

[He comes down from the Rostrum.

3 Pleb. You shall have leave.

4 Pleb. A ring; stand round.

1 Pleb. Stand from the hearse, stand from the

body.

2 Pleb. Room for Antony—Most noble Antony.

Ant. Nay, press not so upon me, stand far off.

All. Stand back room bear back

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them it now.

You all do know this mantle; I remember,

The first time ever Caesar put it on;

'Twas on a summer's evening in 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 stabb'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, oh you gods! how dearly Caesar lov'd him,

This, this was the 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.

O what a fall was there, my countrymen!

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down:

Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

O, 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, marr'd, as you see, by traitors!

1 Pleb. O piteous spectacle!

2 Pleb. O noble Caesar!

3 Pleb. O woful day!

4 Pleb. O traitors, villains!

1 Pleb. O most bloody sight!

2 Pub. We will be reveng'd: reveng'd: about—

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Ant. Stay, countrymen

1 Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.

2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny: They, that have done this deed, are honourable. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me well, a plain, blunt man, That love my friends, and that they know full welt, That give me public leave to speak of him; For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action or utt'range, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood ; I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

mouths, And bid them speak forme. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move ^

The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. N a 1

All. We'll mutiny

1 Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

3 Pleb. Away then, come,seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen, yet hear me speak. All. Peace ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not

what. Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves? I

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