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 ambitions;
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 witholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement, thon 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.
1. Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his
2. Cit. If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong. 3. Cit. Has he, Masters?
I fear, there will a worse come is his place.
4. Cit. Mark'd 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
5. Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than
4. Cit. Now mark him, he begins again to
Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar inig
Have stood against the world: now lies he there,
Andrmonciso 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,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; 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, Ca
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, c
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
4. Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark
Cit. The will, the will; we will hear Caesar's
Essay will.
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not
Pourave read it ju
It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd yon. T
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, e
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good, you know not that you are his heirs;
For if you should,Or 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
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I have o'er-shot myself, to tell you of it.
I fear, I wrong the honourable menge boots H Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesart, I doufear it! 4. Cit. They were traitors: Honourable 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? 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 downada
2. Cit. Descendt
[Hercomes 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
ένα w body:
2. Cit. Room for Antony; - most noble Autony. 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 swavliwnow.WRT AD
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 senvious Casca made?
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus
Th
And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it! 11 10 1
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'dy or not to
For Brutns, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you Gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest ent of troersit
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muthing up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statua,
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 flourish'd 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
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
1. Cit. O piteous' spectacle!
2. Cit. O noble Caesar!
3. Cit. O wofut day!
4. Cit. O traitors, villains!
1. Cit. O most bloody sight!
2. Cit. We will be reveng'd:
2. Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll'
Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not.
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-
Aud 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
That gave me publick leave to speak of
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: 1 only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor,
dumb mb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony.
Would rufie up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wonnd of Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and 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
Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble An
Ant. Why friends, you go to do you know not
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves?
Alas, you know not: - I must tell you then :
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Cit. Most true; the will;
tent to thear the will,
is the will, and under Caesar's
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy five drachmas.
2. Cit. Most noble Caesar!
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3. Cit. O royal Caesar!
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