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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

Alas, you know not ; I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will, I told you of.

All. Most true the will let's stay and hear

the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives,
To ev'ry sev'ral man, seventy-five drachmas.

2 Heb. Most noble Caesar! we'll revenge his death.

3 Pleb. O, royal Caesar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
All. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new planted orchards,
On that side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

1 Pleb. Never, never: come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And, with the brands, fire all the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

[Exeunt Plebeians with the Body.

Ant. Now let it work ; Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! [Exit.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

Antony's House.
Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, discovered.

Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.

Oct. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? ,

Lep. I do consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Lep. What, shall I find you here?

Oct. Or here, or at the capitol. [Exit Lepidus.

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands; is it fit,
The threefold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it ?

Oct. So you thought him,
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you;
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers sland'rous loads;
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Or led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.

Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a try'd and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius: and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so:

Do not talk of him,

But as a property. And now, Octavius,

Listen great things Brutus and Cassius

Are levying powers; we must straight make head.

Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd

out:
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies:
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Brutus' Tent, in the Camp at Sardis.
Drum.

Enter Brutus, Trebonius, and Soldiers: Pin Darus meeting them.

Bru. Stand, hoa!

Tre. Give the word, hoa! and stand.

Bru. What now, Trebonius, is Cassius near?

Tre. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

Bru. He greets me well. Vtfwur master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Has given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pind. I do not doubt,
But that my noble master will appear,
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

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