Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here, 195 Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. First Cit. O piteous spectacle! 200 205 Sec. Cit. O noble Cæsar! Third Cit. O woful day! Slay! Let not a traitor live! Ant. Stay, countrymen. Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! First Cit. Peace there! hear the noble Antony. Sec. Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll 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. 210 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; 215 But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, 225 Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue 230 The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. All. We'll mutiny. First Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. Third Cit. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony! Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves? 235 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 Cæsar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, 240 To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 245 Sec. Cit. Most noble Cæsar! we'll revenge his death. 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, 250 Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another? 255 And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body. Sec. Cit. Go fetch fire. Third Cit. Pluck down benches. Fourth Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! 260 Enter a Servant. How now, fellow ! Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius SCENE III. A street Enter CINNA the poet. [Exeunt. Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. Enter Citizens. 5 First Cit. What is your name? Sec. Cit. Whither are you going? Third Cit. Where do you dwell? 10 Fourth Cit. Are you a married man or a bachelor? First Cit. Ay, and briefly. Fourth Cit. Ay, and wisely. Third Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then, 15 to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor. Sec. Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. 20 Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 25 30 35 First Cit. As a friend or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. Sec. Cit. That matter is answer'd directly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. First Cit. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. Fourth Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. Fourth Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. Third Cit. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho! firebrands! to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! [Exeunt. |