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But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar,
Antony. All. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will. Antony [interrupted by cries of ‘The will ']. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it ;
140 It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; 145 For if you should, oh, what would come of it !
[The crowd get beyond control. Fourth Citizen. Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
Antony. Will you be patient ? Will you stay a while ? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
150 I fear I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar; I do fear it.
Fourth Citizen. They were traitors : honourable men !
155 Antony. You will compel me, then, to read the will ?
[A great shout from the crowd. Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend and will you give me leave ? All. Come down.
160 Second Citizen. Descend. [Antony comes down. Third Citizen. You shall have leave. Fourth Citizen. A ring; stand round. First Citizen. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
Second Citizen. Room for Antony, most noble Antony !
in the military clo
170 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through :
[Murmurs from the crowd as he points out the rents. See what a rent the envious Casca made : Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabbed ; 175 And, as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel : 180 Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, 184 Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statuě, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
190 Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. Oh, 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 Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, 195
[He uncovers the face and breast. Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.
First Citizen. O piteous spectacle !
Slay! Let not a traitor live!
[Some rush off for torches and weapons. Antony. Stay, countrymen.
205 First Citizen. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
Second Citizen. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
[Wild cheers. Antony. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir
you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ;
[Uproar. 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. (Jeers. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 215 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 gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
[A murmur of assent. Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : but were I Brutus, 225 And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. All. We'll mutiny.
[General uproar. 230 First Citizen. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Third Citizen. Away, then ! come, seek the conspirators. [As they rush off, Antony recalls them with
difficulty. Antony. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.
Antony. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves ? 236 Alas, you know not; I must tell you then : You have forgot the will I told you of. Citizens. Most true; the will ! Let's stay and hear the will
Antony. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal :
[He reads very deliberately. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Second Citizen. Most noble Caesar! we'll revenge his
death. Third Citizen. O royal Caesar! Antony (making himself heard with difficulty). Hear me with patience.
245 Citizens. Peace, ho ! Antony [speaking with constant interruptions]. More
over, he hath left you all his walks-
First Citizen. Never, never ! Come, away, away!
255 Take up the body.
Second Citizen. Go fetch fire.
and rush off. Antony. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!
SCENE V. A QUARREL. Brutus and Cassius are forced by Antony's speech to fly
from Rome. They gather an army in the East, where they are met by Octavius Caesar, the heir of Julius Caesar, and by Antony. The powerful scene here given shows a momentary change in the relations between the two chief conspirators. The place is Brutus' tent. Brutus remains quietly seated, while Cassius in his passion walks up and down the tent.
Enter Brutus and Cassius. Cassius. That you have wronged me doth appear in
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
Brutus. You wronged yourself to write in such a case.
Cassius. In such a time as this it is not meet
Brutus. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Cassius [half-drawing his sword]. I an itching palm !
15 And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cassius. Chastisement !
Brutus. Remember March, the ides of March remember:
Brutus, bait not me,
Go to; you are not, Cassius. Cassius. I am. Brutus. I say, you are not.
Cassius. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; 35 Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.
Brutus. Away, slight man !
Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?