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So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus
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
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
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 ?
Cit. Come down.
[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,
Ist Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2d Cit. We will be revenged : revenge ; about, geek,-burn,-fire,-kill,-slay !- let not a traitor live.
Ant. Stay, countrymen.
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,