ne so poor to do him reverence.
Oh, masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honorable men.
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Than I will wrong such honorable 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;
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 Ple._ 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,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For if you should, oh, what would come of it!
_4 Ple._ 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 honorable men
Whose daggers have stab'd Caesar; I do fear it.
_4 Ple._ They were traitors: Honorable men!
_All._ The will! the testament!
_2 Ple._ They were villains, murtherers! 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 shew you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?
_All._ Come down.
_2 Ple._ Descend. [_He comes down from the Rostrum_.
_3 Ple._ You shall have leave.
_4 Ple._ A ring; stand round.
_1 Ple._ Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
_2 Ple._ 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;
'Twas on a summer's
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