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3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' fake He finds himself beholden to us all.
4 Peb.'Twere belt he speak no harm of Brutus here.
i Pleb. This Cæfar was a Tyrant.
3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain;
We are bleft, that Rome is rid of him.
2 Pleb. Peace ; let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. You gentle Romans-
All. 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 Cafar! noble Brutus
Haih told you, Cæsar was ambitious ;
If it were fo, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæfar 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 ransonis did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cry'd, Cafar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner ftuff.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did lee, that, on the Lubercal,
I thrice presented him a kingly crown;
Which he did ilırice refuse. Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And, sure, he is an honourable ma
I speak not, to disprove what Brutiis 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 Pleb. Methinks, there is much reason in his
If thou confider rightly of the matter,
Cæfar has had great wrong.
Pleb. Has he, Masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. 4 Pleb. Mark'd ye his words ? he would not take
the crown ; Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.
i Pleb. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Pleb. Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire willa
weeping 3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome than
Antony. 4 Pleb. Now, mark him, he begins to speak.
Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæfar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none fo
to do him
O masters! if I were dispos'd to ftir
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 chuse
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 here this Testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)
And they would go and kiss dead Cisar'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 Pleb. We'll hear the Will, read it, Mark Antony. All. The Will, the Will; we will hear Cæfar's
Will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not
read it; It is not meet you know how Cæfar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men: And, being men, hearing the Will of Casar, It willinflame 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 Pleb. Read the Will, we will hear it, Antony; You thall read us the Will, Cæsar's Will.
Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while ? ( I have o'er-shot myself, to tell you of it.) I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæfar—I do fear it.
4 Pleb. They were traitors, -honourable men! All. The Will! the Teftament!
2 Pleb. They were villains, murderers; the Will! Tead the Will.
Ant. You will compel me then to read the Will? Then make a ring about the corps of Cafar, And let me fnew you him, that made the Will. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
All. Come down. 2 Pleb. Descend. [He comes down from the pulpit. 3 Pleb. You shall have leave. 4 Pleb. A ring ; stand round. 1 Pleb. Stand from the hearse, ftand from the body. 2 Pleb. Room for Antony--most noble Antony. Ant. Nay, press not so upon me, stand far off. All. Stand back-room-bear backAnt. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. VOLVO
You all do know this mantle; I remember,
The first time ever Cafar put it on,
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervi-
Look! in this place, ran Caffius' 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 Cæfar's angel.
Judge, oh you Gods ! how dearly Cafar lov'd him;
This, this, was the unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Cafar saw him ftab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him ; then burst his mighty heart :
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cafar fell,
Even at the Base of Pompey's Statue.
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; these are gracious drops.
Kind fouls! what; weep you when you but behold
Our Casar's vesture wounded ? look you here!
Here is himself, marr’d, as you sce, by traitors.
1 Pleb.. O piteous spectacle !
2 Pleb. O noble Cafer!
3 Pleb. O woful day!
4 Pleb. O traitors, villains !
i Pleb. O most bloody fight!
2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd: revenge: aboutfeek--burn-fire-kill-flay! let not a traitor live.
Ant. Stay, Countrymen
i Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.
2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir
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 reason 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 give me public leave to speak of him :
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action nor utt'rance, nor the power of speech,
To ftir men's blood; I only speak right on.
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ;
Shew 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 a tongue
In wound of Cæfar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
All. We'll mutiny
i Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
3 Pleb. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yer hear me, Countrymen; yet hear me speak.
All. Peace, ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony.
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Wherein hath Cæfar i hus deserv'd your loves ?
Alas, you know not; I must tell
You have forgot the Will, I told you of.
All. Mosttrue--the Will--let's stay and hearthe Will.
Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives,
To ev'ry sev'ral man, sev’nty five drachma's.
2 Pleb. Molt noble Cafar! we'll revenge his death.
3 Pleb. O royal Cesar!