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Nay, that's certain: We are bless'd, that Rome is rid of him.. :
2 Cit. Peace; let us hear what Antony can say.
Peace, ho! let us hear him. -
Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral.
But Brutus says, he was ambitious;
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
i Cit. Methinks, there is much reason in his a 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. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take
: the crown; Therefore, 'tis certain, he was not ambitious.
i Cit. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Cịt. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with
weeping.. 3 Cit. There's not a nobler man in Rome, than
; Antony : A 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 dispos’d to stir i 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 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 none so poor -] The meanest man is now too high to do reyerence to Cæsar.
And dip their napkins' in his sacred blood;
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
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 inflaine you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, 0, what would come of it!
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 a while? * I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it. I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar: I do fear it. 1.4 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?
Cit. Come down..
[He comes down from the Pulpit. 3 Cit. You shall have leave.
in their napkins-] i. e. their handkerchiefs. Napkin is the Northern term for handkerchief; and is used in this sense at this day in Scotland.
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 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, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar 'lov'd himn! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arins, Quite vanquish'd 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. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 0, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity:* these are gracious drops.
2 For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel:) This title of endearment is more than once introduced in Sidney's Arcadia. • 3 Ihich all the while ran blood,] The image seems to be, that the blood of Cæsar flew upon the statue, and trickled down it.
4 The dint of pity:] is the impression of pity.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.
i Cit. O piteous spectacle! • 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!
3 Cit. O woful day! · A Cit. O traitors, villains !
i 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.
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir