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1 Pleb. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Pleb. If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Cæsar has had great wrong.
Has he, masters?
I fear, there will a worse come in his place.
4 Pleb. Marked ye his words? He would not take the crown:
Therefore, 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
1 Pleb. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. 4 Pleb. 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 disposed to stir
Let but the commons hear this testament,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Unto their issue.
4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. All. 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 loved you.
4 Pleb. 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 awhile? I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar: I do fear it. 4 Pleb. They were traitors.
All. The will! the testament!
2 Pleb. 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? 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! stand 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 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:
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbed;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell!
2 Pleb. O noble Cæsar!
3 Pleb. O woeful day!
4 Pleb. O traitors! villains!
2 Pleb. We will be revenged! Revenge! AboutSeek-burn-fire-kill-slay-let not a traitor live! Ant. Stay, countrymen.
1 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,
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
But, as you know me, all, a plain blunt man,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
ACT I., SCENE 3.
Venice.-A Council Chamber.
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.
[Exeunt two or three.
Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me;
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes, i' the imminent deadly breach;
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travel's history:
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touched heaven,
It was my hint to speak, such was the process;
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear
But still the house affairs would draw her thence;
She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange: