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Ant. For Brutus' sake, 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 speak no harm of Brutus
here. 1 Pleb. This Cæsar was a tyrant.
3 Pleb. Nay, that's certain;
We are blest, 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 Cæsar; noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæsar was ambitious ;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault ;
And grievously hath Cæsar 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 ransoms did the general coffers fill ;
Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cry'd, Cæsar 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
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 sayings, If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar 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.
1 Pleb. If it be found so, some.will dear abide it.
2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire, with
3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than
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 dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong:
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 hear this testament,
(Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read)
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar'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 Cæsar's will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not
read it ; It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, 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 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 a while ? (I have overshot myself, to tell you of it)
the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar-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 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 Rostrum. 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.
AllStand back-room- -bear back-
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them
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 :-
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 Cæsar's angel.
Judge, oh you gods ! how dearly Cæsar lov'd him,
This, this was the unkindest cut of all ;
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
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 Cæsar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen !
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down :
Whilst bloody treason fourish'd over us.
0, now you weep, and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Kind souls ! what, weep you
but behold Qur Cæsar's vesture wounded ! look
here! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors!
1 Pleb. Opiteous spectacle ! 2. Pleb. O noble Cæsar ! 3 Pleb. O woful day ! 4. Pleb. O traitors, villains ! 1 Pleb. O most bloody sight! 2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd : reveng'd : about
seek----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
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 honour
able, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your
I am no orator, as Brutus is :
But, as you know me well, a plain, blunt man,
That love my friends, 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 or utt'rance, 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 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
every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
AU, We'll mutiny1 Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Pleb. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet 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 Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves?