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3 Cit. Let him be Cæsar. 4 Cit.
Cæsar'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.
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 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. [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.
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, Cit.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
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
4 Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
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 vot 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?
* The meanest man is now too high to do reverence to Cæsar.
4 Cit. They were traitors : Honourable men !
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, 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 no; For Brutus, as you kuow, 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 rap blood, great Cæsar fell.
Statua for statue, is common among the old wrie ters.
0, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
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 food of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs I 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 blant 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;
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