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 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 Citizen. We'll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.

The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will. Antony. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not

read it;

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.
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For if you should, O, what would come of it?
Fourth Citizen. Read the will! we'll hear it,

I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it.

I fear I wrong the honourable men

Whose daggers have stabb'd Cæsar; I do fear it. Fourth Citizen. They were traitors! Honourable men!

All.

The will! the testament!

Second Citizen.

They were villains, murderers!

The will! Read the will!

Antony. 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.
Second Citizen.

Descend.

Second Citizen. Room for Antony!-most noble Antony!

Antony. Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off. All. Stand back! room! bear back!

Antony. 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;

'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 Cæsar followed it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knocked, 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,
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 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
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
First Citizen. O piteous spectacle!
Second Citizen.

Third Citizen.

Fourth Citizen.
First Citizen.

Second Citizen.

O noble Cæsar!
O woful day!

O traitors, villains!
O most bloody sight!
We will be reveng'd!

All. Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live!

Antony. Stay, countrymen.

First citizen. Peace there! Hear the noble Antony. Second Citizen. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

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,

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.
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,

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.

All.
First Citizen.

We'll mutiny.

We'll burn the house of Brutus. Third Citizen. Away, then! come, seek the con

spirators.

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 Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves?

Alas, you know not!-I must tell you, then.
You have forgot the will I told you of.

Citizen. Most true;-the will!-let's stay, and hear the will.

Antony. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

Second Citizen.

his death.

Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge

Third Citizen. O royal Cæsar!

Antony. Hear me with patience.

All. Peace, ho!

Antony. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs forever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another? First Citizen. Never, never!-Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place,

And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.

Take up the body.

Second Citizen. Go, fetch fire.

Third Citizen.

Fourth Citizen.

thing.

Pluck down benches.

Pluck down forms, windows, any

[Exeunt Citizens, with the body.

Antony. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt!