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3 Pleb. Let him be Cæfar.

4 Pleb. Cæsar's better parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house With thouts and clamours.

Bru. My countrymen --
2 Pleb. Peace! silence! Brutus speaks.
i Pleb. Peace, ho!

Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fi'se, stay here with Anto?zy ;
Do grace to Cæfür's corple, and grace his speech
Tending to Cæsar's glories; which Mark Antony,
By our permiftion, is allow'd to make.
I'do intreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have fpoke.

[Exit. i Pleb. Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.

3 Pleb. Let him go up into the public chair, We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus' fake, I am beholden to you. 4 Pleb. What does he say of Brutus ! 3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' sake He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Pleb. 'Twere best he fpeak 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 ears.
I come to bury Cæfar, 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 Cæfar! Noble Brutus
Hath told you Cesar was ambitious ;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Cefar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft,
For Brutus is an honourable man,
So are they all, all honourable men,
Come I to speak in Cefar's funeral.

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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 Cæfe: íeem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cried, Cæfar hath wept ;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff :
Yet Brutus iays he was ambitious;
And Bruinis 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 difprove 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 Cæfar,
And I must paule till it comes back to me.

i Pleb. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cefar has had great wrong.

3 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 with 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 Gefar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence..
O matters ! if I were dispos’d to ftir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I thould do Brutus wrong, and Cafius wrong,

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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 would wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cafar:
I found it in his closet; 'tis his will.
Let but the Commons hear this teftament,
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Cæfar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his facred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their i ffue.

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 Gafar, It will infame 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 shall read us the will ; Cefar'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 stabb'd Cæfar. I do fear it.

4 Pleb. They were traitors. 'Honourable men!
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 Cæfar,
And let me shew you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave ?

All. Come down.
2 Pleb. Descend.

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1 Pleb. Stand from the hearse, ftand from the body,
2 Pleb. Room for Antony--moft 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 Cæfar put
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii..
Look! in this place ran Caffius' dagger through;
See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
Through this the well-beloved Brutus ftabb’d;
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark, how the blood of Cæfar followed 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, oh you Gods! how dearly Cæfar lov'd him,
This was the most unkindeft cut of all:
For when the noble Cæfar 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,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæfar fell,
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down:
Whilft bloody treason flourish'd over us.
9, 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 Cæfar's vesture wounded ? Look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.

i Pleb. Opiteous spectacle!
2 Pleb. O noble Cæfar!
3 Pleb. O woeful day!
4 Pleb. O traitors! villains !
*Pleb. O moft bloody fight!

2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd! Revenge! About-seek burn-fire--kill-flay! let not a traitor live.

Ant. Stay, country en

1 Pleb.

i Pleb. Peace there. Hear the noble Antony.

2 Pleb. We'll hear him; we'll follow hin; we'll die wiú him.

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not ftir you up To fuch a sudden food 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 henourable, 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 give me public leave to speak of him; For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, 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 mouths! And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your fpirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæfar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All. We'll mutinyi Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Pleb. Away then! Come, feel the confpirators! Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen ; yet hear me speak. All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, molt noble Antony ! Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Cefar thus deserv'd your loves ? Alas, you know not. I muft rell you then. You have forgot the will I told you of.

All. Most true--the will —Let's stay and hear the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæfar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

2 Pleb. Most noble Cefar! We'll revenge his death
3 Pleb. O royal Crejar!
Ant. Hear me with patience,
All. Peace, ho!

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