Our CÆSAR's Vesture torn? Othen look here:
Here is himself, mangled you fee by Traytors!

[Takes off the Mantle,

FIRST CITIZEN.

O mournful Sight!

SECOND CITIZEN.

O cruel Traytors, Villains!

THIRD CITIZEN.

O Noble CÆSAR! but we'll be reveng'd.
Set fire, kill, flay, let not a Traytor live,

Stay, Countrymen.

ANTONY.

FOURTH CITIZEN.

Peace there, he speaks again.

ALL.

We'll hear him, follow him, and die with him,

ANTONY.

Good Friends, dear Friends, let me not ftir you up To fuch a fudden Flame of Mutiny.

They who have done this Deed, are Men of Note: What private Griefs they had, alas I know not, Which made them do it; they are wondrous wife, And will, no doubt, give you fome fhew of Reason. I come not, Friends, to fteal away your Hearts :

I am no Orator, as CASSIUS is;

But as you know me all, a plain, blunt Man
Who love my Friend; and that they know full well
Who gave me leave to speak in publick of him:
For I have neither Art, nor Words, nor Worth,
Action, nor Utt'rance, nor the Pow'r of Speech,
To ftir Men's Blood; I only speak plain truth,
And tell you that which you already know :
Shew you dear CÆSAR'S Wounds, poor, poor dumb

Mouths,

And bid them fpeak for me: But, were I BRUTUS,
And BRUTUS here; fo great an Orator

Would rouze up ev'ry Soul, and put a Tongue
In ev'ry Wound of CÆSAR, which should move
The very Stones to rife and mutiny.

ALL.

We'll mutiny; we'll burn the House of BRUTUS.

FOURTH CITIZEN. Away then, come, feek the Confpirators.

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.

Where

Wherein has CÆSAR thus deferv'd your Love?
Alas, you know not; I must tell you then.
You have forgot the Will I told you of.

ALL.

'Tis true, the Will; let's ftay and hear the Will.
ANTONY.

Here is the Will, and under CÆSAR's Seal;
To cv'ry Roman Citizen he gives,

To ev'ry fev'ral Man, fev'nty five Drachma's.

THIRD CITIZEN.

Well faid; thofe Drachma's will coft fome Men dear.

ALL.

Moft gen'rous CÆSAR! we'll revenge his Death.

ANTONY.

Hear me with Patience.

ALL.

Peace ho! noble CÆSAR!

ANTONY.

Morcover, he has left you all his Walks,
His private Gardens, and new-planted Orchards
On this fide Tiber, here he gives to you,
And to your Heirs for ever; publick Pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate your felves.
Here was a CÆSAR! when comes fuch another?

ALL.

ALL.

O never, never; come Sirs, come away.

ANTONY.

Hold, hold, my Masters, stay one Moment longer; Now keep your Hearts from breaking if you can: Prepare ye now to burst with Grief and Anger. Behold this Scroll, the very hand of CÆSAR! In it he notes this firm and settled Purpose, First to fubdue the Parthians, our worst Focs, And then restore Rome to her ancient Freedom. "I'll keep the Pow'r, faith he, of Rome's Dictator, "Till I have vanquifh'd all her Enemies: "Then, Oh ye Gods! may fhe be free for ever, "Tho' at th' expence of all our dearest Blood! That precious Blood is here indeed let out, But where's the I iberty we purchase by it? Slaves as we are to Murderers and Villains.

FIRST CITIZEN.

We'll burn his Body in the Holy Place,
And with the Brands fire all the Villains Houses.

SECOND CITIZEN.

Take up the Body.

THIRD CITIZEN.

Go, fet fire; pull down

The very Senate-Houfe where CÆSAR dy'd.

AN

ANTONY.

So, let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot,

Take now what course thou wilt! Destruction, Ruin, The baneful Iffue of fo black a Deed!

Ambition, when unbounded, brings a Curfe,
But an Affaffinate deferves a worse.