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2 Pleb. Give him a ftatue with his Ancestors. 3

Pleb. Let him be Cæfar. 4 Pleb. Cafar's better Parts Shall be crown'd in Brutus,

i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house With fhouts and clamours.

Bru. My Countrymen
2 Pleb. Peace! filence! Brutus speaks.
i Pleb. Peace, ho !

Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone,
And, for my fake, stay here with Antony ;
Do grace to Cafar's corps, and grace his speech
Tending to Cæsar's Glories ; which Mark Antony
By our permission is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you, not a man depart,
Save I alone, till Antony have spoke,

[Exit. i Plob. Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony.

3.Pleb. Let him go up into the publick Chair, We'll hear him : noble Antony, go up.

Ant. For Brutus’ fake, I am beholden to you 4 Pleb. What does he fay of Brutus ?

3 Pleb. He says, for Brutus' fake He finds himself beholden to us all.

4 Pleb. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here. i Pleb. This Cæfar 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 fay.
Ant. You gentle Romans -
All. Peace, ho, let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your

ears ;
I come to bury Cafar, 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 Cæfar ! noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæfar was ambitious ;
If it were fo, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cafar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the reft,


(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 fays, he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ranfoms did the general coffers fill ;
Did this in Cæfar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor' have cry'd, Cæfar hath wept ;
Ambition should be made of ferner ftuff.
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, fure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not, to disprove what Brutus fpoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause :
What cause with-holds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art Aed to brutish beafts,
And men have lost their reason bear with me,
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæfar,
And I must paufe 'till it come back to me.

i Pleb. Methinks, there is much reason in his sayings.
If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Cæfar 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.

i 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 nobler man in Rome than Antony,
4 Pleb. Now, mark him, he begins to speak.
Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæfar might

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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 Casius wrong;
Who, you all know, are honourable men.
I will not do them wrong: I rather chuse

the dead, to wrong myself and you ;
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment, with the seal of Cæfar,
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 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 issue.

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

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Cæfar 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, Cafar's Will.

Ant. Will you be patient will you stay a while? (I have o'er-shot myielf, to tell you of it.) I fear, I wrong the honourable men, Whofe daggers have stabb'd Cafar I do fear it. 4

Pleb. They were traitors - honourable men! All. The Will! the Teitament !

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 corps of Cæfar,
And let me shew you him, that made the Will.
Shall I descend ? and will you give me leave?

All. Come down.
2 Pleb. Defcend. [He comes down from the pulpit.
3 Pleb. You shall have leave.
4 Pleb. A ring; stand round.
i 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.
All, Stand back-

bear back
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to Med them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember,
The first time ever Cæjar put it on,
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look! in this place, ran Caffius' dagger through ;
See, what a Rent the envious Casca made.
Through this, the well-beloved Brutus ftabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark, how the blood of Cæfar 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 Casar's angel.
Judge, oh you Gods! how dearly Cesar lov'd him
This, this, was the unkindeft 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 muffling up his face,
Even at the Base of Pompey's ftatue,
(Which all the while ran blood,) great Cæfar fell.

what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down:
Whilst bloody treason fourish'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 Cæsar's vesture wounded? look you

here! Here is himself, marr'd, as you fee, by traitors.

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i Pleb.


i Pleb. O piteous fpectacle !
2 Pleb. O noble Cæfar !
3 Pleb. O woful day!
4 Pleb. O traitors, villains !
i Pleb. O moft bloody fight!

2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd : revenge: about feek burn fire kill - slay! 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 die with him

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To fuch 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, nor worth,
Action nor 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;
Shew you sweet Cæfar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb

And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruflle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Casar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All. We'll mutiny
i Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

Pleb. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Ant. Yet hear me, Countrymen ; yet hear me speak.
All. Peace, ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony.


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