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same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live 1

1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors.

3 Cit. Let him be Caesar.

4 Cit. Caesar's better parts Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.

1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and

clamours. Bru. My countrymen,

2 Cit. Peace; silence! Brutus speaks, < 1 Cit. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone, And, for my sake, stay here with Antony: Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony, By our permission, is allow'd to make. I do entreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. [Exit.

1 Cit. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Cit. Let him go up into the publick chair; We'll hear him: Noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you.

4 Cit. What does he say of Brutus?

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

4 Cit. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

1 Cit. This Caesar was a tyrant.

3 Cit. Nay, that's certain:

We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.

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

considers as the language of Shakspeare's time; but this opinion, from the want of contemporary examples to confirm it, may admit of a doubt.

Cit. 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. The 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 cried, Caesar hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Brutus says, 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.

1 speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause;

What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?

O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason !— Bear with ine;

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

And I must pause till it come back to ine.

1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings.

2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.

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

4 Cit. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the


Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.

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

2 Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than Antony.
4> Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might

Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
And none so poor9 to do him reverence.

0 masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:

I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

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 napkins1 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 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.

"And none to poor—] The meanest man is now too high to da reverence to Ctesar.

'their napkins—] i.e. their handkerchiefs. Napkin is the

Northern term for handkerchief, and is still used in this sense in Scotland.

Cit. 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 lov'd 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 Cit. 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 o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar: I do fear it.

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 Caesar,
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 dawn from, the Pulpit. 8 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 noble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off". Cit. Stand back! room! bear back ! v

Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them 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:3

Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!

This was the most 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 statua,

Which all the while ran bloodgreat 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 pity4: 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, with traitors.

1 Cit. O piteous spectacle!

2 Cit. O noble Caesar!

3 Cit. O wofiil 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.

- For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:] This title of endearment is more than once introduced in Sidney's Arcadia.

3 Which all the while ran bloody The image seems to be, that the blood of Caesar flew upon the statue, and trickled down it.

< The dint of pity: ] is the impreuioii of pity.

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