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What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him?
O Judgment! thou art Add to brutish Beasts,
And Men have lost their Reason-Bear with me,
My Heart is in the Coffin there with Cafar,
Ard 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,
Cafar has bad great wrong.
(his place. 3 Pleb. Has he, Masters? I fear there will a worse come in 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 again to speak.
Ant. But Yesterday the word of Cafar might
Have stood against the World; now lyes he there,
And none so poor to do him Reverence.
O Masters! If I were dispos'd to ftir
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 chuse
To wrong the Dead, to wrong my felf and you,
Than I will wrong fuch Honourable Men.
But here's a Parchment, with the Seal of Cefar,
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 Cefar'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
Uato thoir I flue.
4P!ch. We'l hear the Will, read ir, Mark Antony.
All. The Will, the Will; we will hear Casar's Will.
Ant. Have Patience, gentle Friend's, ! must not read it,
It is not meet you know how Cefar lov'd you.
You are noc Wood, you are not Stones, but Men:
And being Men, hearing the Will of Cafar,
It will irfl me 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 th: Will, we'll hear it, Antony:
You shall read us che Will, Calar's Will.
Ant. Will y u he Pacient? will you stay a while'?
I have o'er-thor my felf to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the Honouraple Min,
Whose Daggers have stabb’d Cæfar----I do fear it.
4 Pleb. They were Trait r. ----- Honourable Men!
All. The Will! the T ft ment !
2. Pleb. They were Villains, Murderers; the Will! read the wul!
Ant. You will compel me then to read the Will:
Then make a Ring about the Corps of Cesar,
And let me Mew you him that made the Will.
Shall I descends and will you give me leave?
All. Come down. [He comes down from the Pulpis.
2 Pleb. Descend.
Pleb. You shall have leave,
4 Pleb. A Ring, ftard round.
i Pleb. Stand from the Hcarse, stand from the Body.
2 Pleb. Room for Antony —-most noble Antony !
Ant. Nay press nor so upon me, stand far off.
All. Srand back-
Ant. If you have Tears, prepare to ined them now.
You all do know this Martle, I remember
The fisst time ever Cæsar puc
'Twas on a Summers Evening in his Tent.
That Day he overcame the Neyvii.
Look! in this place, ran Caffius's Digger through-
See what a Rent the envious Caska made
Thrcugh this, the well beloved Brusius stabb’d,
And as he pluck'd his cursed Steel away,
Mark how the Blood of Cefar follow'd it-
As rushing out of Doors, to be resolv,
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no.
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's Ang:1,
Judge, O you Gods! how dearly Cefar lov'd hin!
This was the most unkindest 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 muffing 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 Countrymer!
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 behold
Our Cæfar's Vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd as you see with Traitors.
i Pleb. O piteous Spe&acle!
2 Pleb. O Noble Cæfar!
3 Pleb. O woful Day!
4 Pleb. O Traitors, Villains!
i Pleb. O macst bloody fight!
Ź Pleb. We will be reveng'd: Revenge:
Let not a Traitor live.
Ant. Stay Countrymen-
i Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.
2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll dye with
Ant. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not ftir you
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 honourable ;
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 publick leave to speak of him :
For I have neither Wit, nor Words, for Worth,
Adion nor Utterance, nor the Power of Speech,
To fir Mens Blood; I only speak right on.
I tell you that, which you your selves do know,
Shew you fweet Cafar's Wounds, poor, poor dum Mouths,
And bid them speak for me; but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your Spiries, and put a Torigue
In every Wound of Cefar, that should move
The Stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
All. We'll mutiny-
i 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 Cefar thus deferv'd your Loves?
Alas you know not; I mult tell you then:
You have forgot the Will I told you off.
All. Most true the Will let's stay and hear the Will.
Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cefar's Seal.
To every Roman Citizen he gives,
To every several Man, seventy five Drachma's.
2 Pleb. Most noble Cæsar! we'll revenge his Death.
3 Pleb. O Royal Cafar!
Ant. Hear me with Patience.
All. Peace ho!
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his Walks,
His private Arbors, and new-planced Orchards,
On this fide Tiber, he hath left them you,
And to your Heirs for ever ; common Pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate your felves.
Here was a Cæfar, when comes such another?
i Pleb. Never, never ; come, away, away;
We'll burn his Body in the holy Place,
And with the Brands fire all the Traitors Houses.
Take up the Body.
2 Pleb. Go ferch Fire.
3 Pleb. Pluck down Benches.
4 Pleb. Pluck down Forms, Windows, any thing.
(Exeunt Plebeians with the Body.
Ant. Now let it work; Mischief thou art afoot,
Take thou what Course thou wilt.
How now, Fellow?
Ser. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?
Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's House.
Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him;
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this Mood will give us any thing.
Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid, like Madinen, through the Gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike they had some notice of the People,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Oétavius. [Exeunt.
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians,
Cin. I dreamt to Night, that I did feast with Calar,
And things unluck ly charge my Fantasie;
I have no will to wander forth of Doors,
Yet something leads me forth.
Pleb. What is
Name? 2 Pleb. Whither are you going? 3 Pleb. Where do you dwe!!? 4 Pleb. Are you a married Man, or a Batchellor? 2 Pleb. Answer every Man dire&ly. i Pleb. Ay, and bicfly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and witely. 3 Pleb. 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 Barchellor? Then to answer every Man dire&ly and briefly, wisely and truly; wisely, I say I am a Batchellor.
2 Pleb. That's as much as to say, they are Fools that mar. ry; you'll bear me a bang for that. I fear: Proceed direAly,
Cin. Dire&ly, I am going to Cæsar's Funeral.
1 Plcb. As a friend, or an Enemy?
Cin. As a Friend.
2 Pieb. That matter is answered dire&ly.
4. Pleb. For your Dwelling; briefly.
Cin, B ifly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your Name, Sir, truly.