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_All._ The will! the testament!

_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 Caesar,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

_All._ Come down.

_2 Cit._ Descend.

_3 Cit._ You shall have leave.

[_He comes down from the rostrum._]

_4 Cit._ A ring; stand round. 170

_1 Cit._ Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

_2 Cit._ 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 shed them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'T was on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii:--
Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: 180
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 Caesar 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 Caesar's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, 190
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 blood, great Caesar 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. 200
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold
Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here.
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

_1 Cit._ O piteous spectacle!

_2 Cit._ O noble Caesar!

_3 Cit._ O woeful day!

_4 Cit._ O traitors, villains!

_1 Cit._ O most bloody sight!

_2 Cit._ We will be revenged.

_All._ Revenge! About,--seek,--burn,--fire,--kill,--slay! 210
Let not a traitor live!

_Ant._ Stay, countrymen.

_1 Cit._ Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.

_2 Cit._ We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll