die with
him.

_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. 220
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 Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, 230
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 Caesar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

_All._ We'll mutiny!

_1 Cit._ We'll burn the house of Brutus!

_3 Cit._ Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

_Ant._ Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

_All._ Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. 240

_Ant._ Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.

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

_Ant._ Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

_2 Cit._ Most noble Caesar!--we'll revenge his death.

_3 Cit._ O royal Caesar! 250

_Ant._ Hear me with patience.

_All._ Peace, ho!

_Ant._ 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 for ever,--common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

_1 Cit._ Never, never!--Come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place, 260
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

_2 Cit._ Go, fetch fire.

_3 Cit._ Pluck down benches.

_4 Cit._ Pluck down forms, windows, anything.

[_Exeunt all, with the body._]

_Ant._ Now let it work! Mis