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Enter Mark Anthony with Cæsar's body. Here comes his body, mourn'd by Mark Antony: who though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the common-wealth ; as which of you shall not?' With this I depart, that as I New my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for my self, when it shall please my country to need
All. Live, Brutus, live!
i Pleb. Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
2 Pleb. Give him a statue with his ancestors.
3 Pleb. Let him be Cefar.
4 Pleb. Casar's better parts
Shall now be crown'd in Brutus.
i Pleb. We'll bring him to his house
With thouts and clamours.
Bru. My countrymen-
2 Pleb. Peace! silence! Brutus speaks.
1 Pleb. Peace, ho!
Bru. Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
And for my fake, stay here with Antony;
Do grace to Caesar'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.
i Pleb. 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 sake I am beholden to you.
4 Pleb. What does he fay of Bristus?
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 glad that Rome is rid of him.
2 Pleb. Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.
Ant. You gentle Romans-
All. Peace, ho, let us hear him.
Ant. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ;
I come to bury Cæsar, 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 Cæsar! noble Brutus
Hath told you, Cæfar was ambitious ;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hach Cæfar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest,
(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 says, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill li
Did this in Cæjar seem ambitious ?
When that the poor have cry'd, Cæfar hath wepts
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see, that at the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did chrice refuse. Was this ambition ?
Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ;
And sure he is an honourable man.
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 with-holds you then to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art Aed 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.
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.
1 Pleb. If it be found so, 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.
Pleb. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
Ant But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world ; now lyes 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 chufe
To wrong the dead, to wrong my self 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 (a) Cefar has had great wrong.
3 Pleb. Cæfar had never wrong, but with just cause. If ever there was such a line written by Shakespear, I should fancy it might have its place here, and very humorously in the character of a Plebeian. One might believe Ben Johnson's remark was made upon no better credit than fome blunder of an actor in speaking that verse near the beginning of the third act,
Know Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfy'dBut the verse as cited by Ben Johnson does not conne&t with -Will he be satisfy'd. Perhaps this play was never printed in Ben Johnson's time, and so he had nothing to judge by, but as she aktor pleas'd to Speak it.
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, big a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their Wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their flue.
4 Pleb. We'll hear the Will; read it, Mark Antony. All. The Will, the Will; we will hear Cæsar's Will.
Ant. Have pacience, 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 Cæfar, 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'll hear it, Antony: You shall read us the Will, Cæsar's Will.
Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while?
(I have o'er-shot my self to tell you of it.)
I fear I wrong the honourable men,
Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæjar- I do fear it.
4 Pleb. They were traitors. honourable men!
All. The Will! the teftament !
[the Will! 2 Pleb. They were villains, murderers; the Will! read
Ant. You will compel me then to read the Will?
Then make a ring about the corps of Cæsar,
And let me shew you him that made the Will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
41. Come down.
2 Pleb. Descend. [He comes down from ibe 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-room--bear back-
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to Mhed them now. You all do know this mantle; I remember
The first time ever Cæfar put it on,
'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.-
Look! in this place, ran Casus' dagger through
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
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 Cæfar's angel.
Judge, oh you Gods! how dearly Cæfar lov'd him.
This, this, was the unkindest 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 statue which
All the while * 'ran with blood, 'great Cæfar fell.
Oh 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
Our Cæfar's vesture wounded ? look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd as you see by traitors.
i Pleb. O piteous spectacle!
2 Pleb. O noble Cæfar!
3 Pleb. O woful day!
4 Pleb. O traitors, villains !
i Pleb. O most bloody sight!
2 Pleb. We will be reveng’d: revenge: about-seekburn-fire-kill-- Nay ! let not a traitor live.
Ant. Stay, Countrymen
i Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.
2 Picb, 4 ran blood,