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same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Cit. Live, Brutus, live ! live! i Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar. 4 Cit.
Cæsar's better parts Shall now be crown'd in Brutus. I Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and
clamours. Bru. My countrymen,2 Cit.
Peace; silence ! Brutus speaks, , i Cit. Peace, ho !
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
Do grace to Cæsar's corpse, and grace his speech
Tending to Cæsar'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.
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 ?
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 Cæsar 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, —
I do entilone, till Antond let us hear blick chair ;
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.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
I come to bury Cæsar, 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 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 ransoms 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 ambition ?
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.
1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings.
2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar 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
crown; 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 Cæsar might
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters ! if I were dispos'd 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 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 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.
4 Cit. We'll hear the will : Read it, Mark Antony.
9 And none so poor ---] The meanest man is now too high to do reverence to Cæsar.
1- 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 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, O, what would come of it!
4 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.
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 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 resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;
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,
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 pity 4: 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 !
i 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. ·
i 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 Cæsar's angel:] This title of endearment is more than once introduced in Sidney's Arcadia.