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So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault; .
And grievously hath Cæsar 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 Cæsar'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 ransomes did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar 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 anbition?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And sure, he is an honourable man.
I 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 me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Ist Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his say

ings. 2d Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong.

3d Cit. Has he, masters ? I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 4th Cit. Mark'd ye his words. He would not take

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

1st Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2d Cit. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with

weeping. 3d Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than · Antony. 4th Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world : now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters ! if I were disposed 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 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 Cæsar,
I found it in his closet, 'tis bis will:
Let but the commons hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,)
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar'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.
4th Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark An-

Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read

it; It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, 0, what would come of it!

4th Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will; Cæsar'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 Cæsar : I do fear it.

4th Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men ! Cit. The will ! the testament !

2d 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 shew you him that made the will.
Shall I descend ? And will you give me leave?

Cit. Come down.
ad Cit. Descend.

[He comes down from the Pulpit. 3d Cit. You shall have leave.

4th Cit. A ring; stand round. Ist Cit. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. 2d Cit. Room for Antony ;-most noble 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 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 Cæsar follow'd it; As rushing out of doors, to be resolvd If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no; Foi 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 statue, Which all the whilc ran blood, great Cæsar fell. O, what a fall was there, iny 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, wecp you, when you but behold

Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

1st Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2d Cit. O noble Cæsar !
8d Cit. O woful day!
4th Cit. O traitors, villains !
1st Cit. O most bloody sight!

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

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

2d 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 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, nor utterance, 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 Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb)

mouths, And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus,

VOL. xv.

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