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*4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men !
Cit. The will! the testament!
2 Cit. 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 Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Cit. Come down. 2 Cit. Descend.
[He comes down from the pulpit. 3 Cit. You shall have leave. 4 Cit. A ring; stand round. 1 Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. 2 Cit. Room for Antony ;-most uoble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. Cit. Stand back! room ! bear back!
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : Look! in this place, rau 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 Cæsar follow'd it; As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or vo; For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Cæsar 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 statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
* Statua for statue, is common among the old wri: ters.
0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge ; about, seek,—burn,-fire,-kill,- slay !-let not a traitor live.
Ant. Stay, countrymen.
2 Cit. 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 t 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 all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me publick leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, vor utterance, por the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ;
• Was successful.
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb
Cit. We'll mutiny.
speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not
2 Cit. Most poble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his death,
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away:
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
[Ereunt Citizens, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fel.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:
Sero. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Ant. Belike, they had some police of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.
The same. A street. :
Enter Cinna, the poet.
Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 2 Cit. Whither are you going?
3 Cit. Where do you dwell ?
Cin. What is my name? Whither am I goi Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a ba. chelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly, Wisely I say, I am a ba. chelor.
2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Pro. ceed; directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. · 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend. 2 Cit. That inatter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Corne, brands, ho ! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go.