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Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
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, sure, he is an honourable man.

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I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

First Ple. Methinks there is much reason in his

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sayings.

Sec. Ple. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong.

Third Ple. Has he, masters? 116 I fear there will a worse come in his place.

Fourth Ple. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;

Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

First Ple. If it be found so, some will dear abide

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it.

Sec. Ple. Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

Third Ple. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

101 on the Lupercal: on the day of the Lupercalia

Fourth Ple. Now mark him; he begins again to

speak.

Ant. But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
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 Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet; 'tis his will.

It is not meet you know how Cæsar 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.

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point against the world 126 And there are none so humble as to show him any respect 136 commons: common people 139 napkins: handkerchiefs

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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.

Fourth Ple. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

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All. The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will! Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it:

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world: his bare assertion would have carried his

'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, O what would come of it?

Fourth Ple. Read the will! we'll hear it, An

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tony;

You shall read us the will, Cæsar's will.

Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.

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I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar; I do fear it.
Fourth Ple. They were traitors: honourable men!
All. The will! the testament!

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Sec. Ple. 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 corpse of Cæsar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
All. Come down.

Sec. Ple. Descend.

Third Ple. You shall have leave.

Fourth Ple. A ring; stand round.

body.

First Ple. Stand from the hearse; stand from the
[Antony comes down.]
Sec. Ple. Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
Ant. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. 172
All. Stand back! room! bear back!

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'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.

Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Casca made:

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Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Cæsar put it on;

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Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'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 so unkindly knock'd or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him.
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,

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Ingra.itude, 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 statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
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 200
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,

186 angel: dear as his guardian spirit 199 dint: impression

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Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. First Ple. O piteous spectacle!

Sec. Ple. O noble Cæsar!

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Third Ple. C woeful day!
Fourth Ple. O traitors! villains!
First Ple. O most bloody sight!
Sec. Ple. We will be revenged.
[All.] Revenge!-About!-Seek!-Burn!
Fire!-Kill!-Slay! Let not a traitor live!

Ant. Stay, countrymen,

First Ple. Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.

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Sec. Ple. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him!

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Ant. 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:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, 217
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;

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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,
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor poor dumb

mouths,

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And bid them speak 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 Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

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All. We'll mutiny.

First Ple. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Third Ple. Away, then! Come, seek the con-

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spirators.

Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. All. Peace, ho!-Hear Antony, most noble Antony!

226 Action, nor utterance: orator's powers of gesticulation and elocution

227 right on: with simple straightforwardness

232 ruffle: stir

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