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But yesterday, the word of Cesar might
wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
4 Cit. We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.
4 Cit. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will: Cesar's will.
Ant. Will you be patient? Will you stay a while?
the honourable men,
4 Cit. They were traitors: Honourable men! Cit. The will! the testament!
* The meanest man is now too high to do reverence to Cesar,
2 Cit. 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 Cesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
Cit. Come down. 2 Cit. Descend. (He comes down from the pulpit.
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 Cassius' 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 Cesar follow'd it; As rushing out of doors to be resolvid If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Cesar's angel. Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Cesar saw him stab, 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 statua, * Which all the while ran blood, great Cesar sell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.t O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dintf of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded? Look
here, Here is himself, marr'd as you see with traitors.
1 Cit. O piteous spectacle! * Statua, for statue, is common among the old writers † Was successful.
2 Cit. We will be revenged: revenge; about, seek,-burn,-fire,-kill, --slay!-let not a traitor live. 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, 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
gave me public leave to speak of him.
Ever note, Lucilius,
THE TENT SCENE BETWEEN BRUTUS AND CASSIUS.
Bru. You wrongd yourself, to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every
nice* offence should bear his comment. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold, To undeservers. Cas.
I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.
Brú. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Brutus, bay not me,
Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Bru. I say you are not.
Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further
Bru. Away, slight man!
Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. 0 ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all thi Bru. Al this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud
heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you: for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Is it come to this?
If you did, I care not.
mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not thus have tempt
durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats: