And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, 1 Cit. Methinks there is much reason in his 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. 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. 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 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 I will not do them wrong; I rather choose But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæsar; Let but the commons hear his testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds, 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 loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, 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 awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honorable men, Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar; I do fear it. 4 Cit. They were traitors. Honorable 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? 2 Cit. Descend. [He comes down from the pulpit. 3 Cit. You shall have leave. 2 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; Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through; This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Cæsar 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 statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! 3 Cit. O woful day! 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. 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 honorable; 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 Brutus Antony, there were an Antony 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves? Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his death. 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Citizens, with the body. Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot; Take thou what course thou wilt!- How now, fellow? Enter a Servant. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A Street. Enter CINNA, the Poet. Cinna. I dreamed to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy. I have no will to wander forth of doors, Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 2 Cit. Whither are you going? 3 Cit. Where do you dwell? Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry. -You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling,- briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius'. Away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. A Room in Antony's House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are pricked. Oct. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? |