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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!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dintt of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!
3 Cit. O woful day!
4 Cit. O traitors, villains!
1 Cit. O most bloody sight!

2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge ; about, seek,—burn,-fire,-kill,- slay !-let not a traitor live.

Ant. Stay, countrymen.
1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony.

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 ;

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t Impression.

Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

Aud bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Cit. We'll mutiny.
1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.'
3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet liear me

speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves ?
Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true;the will ;-let's stay, and hear

the will.
Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy.five drachmas*

2 Cit. Most poble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his death,
3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
Cit. Peace, ho !

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

1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away:
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

Greek coin.

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. Where is he?
Serd. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.

Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

Sero. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madınen through the gates of Rome.

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.
Cin. I dreamt tonight, that I did feast with

And things upluckily charge my fantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.

Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell ?
4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ?
% Cit. Answer every man directly.
1 Cit. Ay, and briefly,
4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.
3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

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.


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