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is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

Cit. None, Brutus, none. [Several speaking at once.

Bru. Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar, than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol: his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforced, for which he suffered death.

Enter ANTONY and others, with CESAR’s Body.

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this I depart; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death. Cit. Live, Brutus, live! live! 1 Cit. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. 38O. 2 Cit. Give him a statue with his ancestors. 3 Cit. Let him be Caesar. 4. Cit. Caesar's better parts Shall now be crowned in Brutus. 1 Cit. We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamours. Bru. My countrymen, 385. 2 Cit. Peace; 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 Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony, By our permission, is allowed 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 public chair; We'll hear him —Noble Antony, go up. 390. Ant. For Brutus' sake, I am beholden to you. 4. Cit. What does he say of Brutus? 3 Cit. 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 Caesar was a tyrant. 395. 3 Cit. Nay, that’s certain: We are blessed, 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 ears;

I come to bury Caesar, 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 Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered 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 Caesar'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 Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar 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 Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. 400. 1 Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. 2 Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong. 3 Cit. Has he not, masters ? I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 4. Cit. Marked 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. 405. 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 Caesar 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
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 Caesar,
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 Caesar'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.

|10. Cit. The will, the will: we will hear Caesar's will.

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
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; Caesar's will.
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while P
I have overshot myself, to tell you of it.
I fear, I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar: I do fear it.
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men

415. Cit. The will! the testament'

420.

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2 Cit. They were villains, murderers: The will, read the will! Ant. You will compel me, them, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, 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 Caesar 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 stabbed ; And, as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it; As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors. 1 Cit. Opiteous spectacle! 2 C#. O noble Caesar ! 3 Cit. O woeful day ! 430. 4 Cit. O traitors, villains ! 1 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. 1 Cit. Peace there —Hear the noble Antony. 435. 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 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 gave me public leave to speak of him. IFor 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 Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, 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 every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Cit. We'll mutiny. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what : Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves P Alas, you know mot:—I must tell you, them:— You have forgot the will I told you of. Cit. Most true;—the will;-let's stay, and hear the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 4.45. 2 Cit. Most noble Caesar!—we'll revenge his death. 3 Cit. O royal Caesar! Ant. Hear me with patience, Cit. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar: When comes such another ? 450. 1 Cit. Never, never!—Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body. 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4. Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [Ereunt CITIZENs, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!—How mow, fellow P

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JEnter a SERVANT,

455. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he P

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

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