O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, 110
And men have lost their reason!--Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

_1 Cit._ Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

_2 Cit._ If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.

_3 Cit._ Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.

_4 Cit._ Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the
crown;
Therefore 't is certain he was not ambitious. 120

_1 Cit._ If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

_2 Cit._ Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

_3 Cit._ There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

_4 Cit._ Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

_Ant._ But yesterday the word of Caesar 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, 130
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 Caesar;
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 Caesar's wounds,
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood. 140
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.

_4 Cit._ We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

_All._ The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.

_Ant._ Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Caesar lov'd you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, 150
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 Cit._ Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will,--Caesar's will.

_Ant._ Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar-, I do fear it.

_4 Cit._ They were traitors: honourable men!