What caufe with-holds you then to mourn for him ?
O Judgment! thou art fled to brutish Beasts,
And Men have loft their Reafon

Bear with me,

My Heart is in the Coffin there with Cafar,
And I must paufe 'till it come back to me.

1 Pleb. Methinks there is much Reafon in his Sayings.
If thou confider rightly of the matter,
Cafar has had great wrong.

(his place. 3 Pleb. Has he, Mafters? I fear there will a worfe come in 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 fo, fome 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 Yefterday the word of Cafar might Have ftood against the World; now lyes he there, And none fo poor to do him Reverence. O Mafters! If I were difpos'd to ftir.

Your Hearts and Minds to Mutiny and Rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Caffius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honourable Men.
I will not do them wrong: I rather chufe
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 Clofet, 'tis his Will,
Let but the Commons hear this Teftament,
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to Read,
And they would go and kifs dead Cafar's Wounds,
And dip their Napkins in his facred Blood;
Yea, beg a Hair of him for Memory,
And dying, mention it within their Wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy

Unto their Iffue.

4

Pleb. We'll hear the Will, read it, Mark Antony.
All. The Will, the Will; we will hear Cafar's Will.

Ant. Have Patience, gentle Friend's, I must not read it,

It is not meet you know how Cafar lov'd you.
You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but Men:

And

And being Men, hearing the Will of Cafar,
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?
Pleb. Read the Will, we'll hear it, Antony:

4

You shall read us the Will, Cafar's Will.

Ant. Will y u be Patient? will you ftay a while'? I have o'er-fhot my felf to tell you of it.

I fear I wrong the Honourable Men,

Whofe Daggers have ftabb'd Cafar----I do fear it. 4 Pleb. They were Traitors-Honourable Men! All. The Will! the Toftament!

2 Pleb. They were Villains, Murderers; the Will! read the Wall!

Ant. You will compel me then to read the Will:
Then make a Ring about the Corps of Cafar,
And let me fhew you him that made the Will.
Shall I defcend? and will you give me leave?
All. Come down.

2 Pleb. Defcend.

[He comes down from the Pulpit.

3 Pleb. You fhall have leave.

4 Pleb. A Ring, stard round.

1 Pleb. Stand from the Hearfe, ftand from the Body.

2 Pleb. Room for Antony

moft noble Antony!

Ant. Nay prefs not fo upon me, ftand far off.

All. Stand back-room

-room-bear back

Ant. If you have Tears, prepare to fhed them now. You all do know this Mantle, I remember

The first time ever Cafar put it on,

'Twas on a Summers Evening in his Tent.

That Day he overcame the Ner vis

Look! in this place, ran Caffius's Dagger through
See what a Rent the envious Caska made-
Through this, the well beloved Brutus stabb'd,
And as he pluck'd his curfed Steel away,
Mark how the Blood of Cafar follow'd it-
As rushing out of Doors, to be resolvid,
If Brutus fo unkindly knock'd, or no.
For Brutus, as you know, was Cafar's Angel.
Judge, O you Gods! how dearly Cafar lov'd him!
O 4

This

This was the most unkindeft Cut of all;
For when the Noble Cafar faw him ftab,
Ingratitude, more ftrong than Traitors Arms
Quite vanquish'd him; then burft his mighty Heart;
And in his Mantle muffling up his Face,
Even at the Bafe of Pompey's Statue,

Which all the while ran Blood, great Cafar fell.-
O what a Fall was there, my Countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilft bloody Treafon flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of Pity; thefe are gracious drops.
Kind Souls! what weep you, when you but behold
Our Cafar's Vefture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd as you fee with Traitors.
1 Pleb. O piteous Spectacle!

2 Pleb. O Noble Cafar!
3 Pleb. O woful Day!
4 Pleb. O Traitors, Villains!
i Pleb. O mcft bloody fight!

2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd: Revenge: About-feek-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 dye with him

Ant. Good Friends, fweet Friends, let me not ftir you

up

To fuch a fudden 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 wife and honourable;
And will no doubt with Reasons answer you.

I come not, Friends, to fteal 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, nor Worth,

Action nor Utterance, nor the Power of Speech,.
To ftir Mens Blood; I only fpeak right on.

I tell you that, which you your felves do know,
Shew you fweet Cafar's Wounds, poor, poor dum Mouths,
And bid them fpeak for me; but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your Spirits, and put a Tongue
In every Wound of Cefar, that fhould move
The Stones of Rome to rife and mutiny.
All. We'll mutiny.

1 Pleb. We'll burn the House of Brutus.

3 Pleb. Away then, come, feek the Confpirators. Ant. Yet hear me, Countrymen, yet hear me fpeak. All. Peace ho, hear Antony, moft noble Antony.

Ant. Why, Friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Cafar thus deferv'd your Loves? Alas know not; I must tell you then: You have forgot the Will I told you off.

you

All. Moft true-the Will-let's ftay and hear the Will. Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cafar's Seal.

To every Roman Citizen he gives,

To every feveral Man, feventy five Drachma's.
2 Pleb, Moft noble Cafar! 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-planted Orchards,
On this fide Tiber, he hath left them you,
And to your Heirs for ever; common Pleafures,
To walk abroad, and recreate your felves.
Here was a Cafar, when comes fuch 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 fetch Fire.

3

Pleb. Pluck down Benches.

4

Pleb. Pluck down Forms, Windows, any thing.

[Exeunt Plebeians with the Body.

Ant.

Ant. Now let it work; Mischief thou art afoot,
Take thou what Course thou wilt.

How now, Fellow?

Enter Servant.

Ser. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cafar's House.
Ant. And thither will I ftraight, to visit him;
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this Mood will give us any thing.

Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffius
Are rid, like Madmen, through the Gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike they had fome notice of the People,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

[Exeunt.

Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cin. I dreamt to Night, that I did feaft with Cafar,
And things unluck ly charge my Fantasie;

I have no will to wander forth of Doors,
Yet fomething leads me forth.

I Pleb. What is your Name?
2 Pleb. Whither are you going?
3 Pieb. Where do you dwell?

4 Pleb. Are you a married Man, or a Batchelor?
2 Pleb. Anfwer every Man directly.

1 Pleb. Ay, and bicfly.

4 Pleb. Ay, and wifely.

3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were beft.

Cin. What is my Name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married Man, or a Batchellor? Then to answer every Man directly and briefly, wifely and truly; wifely, I fay-I am a Batchellor.

2 Pleb. That's as much as to fay, they are Fools that marry; you'll bear me a bang for that. I fear: Proceed directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cafar's Funeral.

1 Pleb. As a Friend, or an Enemy?

Cin. As a Friend.

2 Pleb. That matter is anfwered directly.
4. Pleb. For your Dwelling; briefly.
Cin. Biefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your Name, Sir, truly. -