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Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so
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 Casius wrong ;
all know, are honourable men.
I will not do them wrong: I rather chuse
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you ;
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment, with the feal 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 sacred 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.
4 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 mut not read
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 Cæfar,
It will inflame you, it will make
'Tis good you know not, that you are his heirs;
should -O what would come of it?
Pleb. Read the Will, we will hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the Will, Cæfar's Will.
Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while?
(I have o'er-shot myself, to tell you of it.)
Ì fear, I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cefar-I do fear it.
4 Pleb. They were traitors,
All. The Will! the Teftament!
2 Pleb. They were villains, murtherers; the Will!
read the Will!
Ant. You will compel me then to read the Will?
Then make a ring about the corps of Cafar,
And let me lhew you him, that made the Will.
Shall I descend ? and will you give me leave ?
All. Come down.
2 Pleb. Descend. (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
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember,
The first time ever Cesar 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 Cæsar follow'd it!
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd,
If Brutus to unkindly knock’d, or no!
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel.
Judge, oh you Gods! how dearly Cæfar lov'd him;
, 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 burit 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.
Owhat a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down :
Whilft bloody treason flourish'd over us.
0, 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
here! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, by traitors.
1 Pleb. Opiteous spectacle !
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 seek -burn fire.
flay! 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 such a sudden food of mutiny: They, that have done this deed, are honourable. W bat 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 ftir men's blood; I only speak right on. I tell you that, which you yourselves do know; Shew you sweet Cajar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb
mouths ! And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would rufflle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæfar, 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 confpirators. 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 Cæfar thus deserv'd your loves ?
Alas, you know not ; I must tell
You have forgot the Will, I told you of.
All. Most true- the Will let's stay and hear the
Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cæfar's seal.
To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives,
To ev'ry fev'ral man, fev'nty five drachma's.
2 Pleb. Moft noble Cafar! we'll revenge his death.
3 Pleb. O royal Cæfar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
All. Peace, ho!
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On that fide Tiber; he hath left them you, (13)
And to your heirs for ever ; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
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.
2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire.
3 Pleb. Pluck down benches.
4 Pleb. Plack down forms, windows, any thing.
[Exeunt Plebeians with the body.
(13) On this fide Tiber:] The Scene is here in the Forum near the Capitol, and in the most frequented Part of the City : but Cafar's Gardens were very remore from that Quarter.
Trans Tiberim longè cubat is, prope Cæsaris hortos. says Horace: And both the Naumachia and Gardens of Cæfar were separated from the main City by the River; and lay out wide, on a Line with Mount Janiculum. Our Author therefore certainly wrote;
On that fide Tiber;And Plutarch, whom Shakespeare very diligently studied, in, the Life of Marcus Brutus, speaking of Cæsar's Will, exprefly fays, That he left to the Publick his Gardens, and Walks, beyond the Tiber,
Now let it work; Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Enter a Servant.
Ser. Oet avius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?
Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cæfar's house.
Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him;
He comes upon a wish.
And in this mood will give us any thing.
Ser.. I heard him say, Brutus and Caffius
Are rid, like madmen, through the gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people,
How I had mov’d them. Bring me to stavius.
[Exeunt. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæfar,
And things unluckily charge my fantasie;
I have no will to wander forth of doors :
Yet something leads me forth.
i Pleb. What is your name?
2 Pleb. Whither are you going ?
3 Pleb. Where do you dwell?
4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a batchelor?
2 Pleb. Answer every man, directly.
I Pleb. Ay, and briefly.
4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely.
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 batchelor ? then to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly; wisely, I say
I am a batchelor.
2 Pleb. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry; you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear ; proceed directly.
Gin. Directly, I am going to Cæfar's funeral. 1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?