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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,

Peace, ho! let us hear him. -
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me

your ears;
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 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 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. -

i Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his a 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.

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

weeping.. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than

; Antony : A 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 i 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 none so poor -] The meanest man is now too high to do reyerence to Cæsar.

And dip their napkins' in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeạthing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.

4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
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 inflaine 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!

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. 1.4 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.

in their napkins-] i. e. their handkerchiefs. Napkin is the Northern term for handkerchief; and is used in this sense at this day in Scotland.

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 himn! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arins, 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. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity:* these are gracious drops.

2 For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel:) This title of endearment is more than once introduced in Sidney's Arcadia. 3 Ihich all the while ran blood,] The image seems to be, that the blood of Cæsar flew upon the statue, and trickled down it.

4 The dint of pity:] is the impression of pity.

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.

i Cit. O piteous spectacle! 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

3 Cit. O woful day! · A 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. 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 ani nọ 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

And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put à tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move

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