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 statua, [fell.
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar
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.
Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but
behold
[here,
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with
traitors.

1 Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. O noble Cæsar!

3 Cit. O woeful day!

4 Cit. O traitors, villains!
i Cit. O most bloody sight!
2 Cit. We will be revenged.

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Citizens. Revenge! about! seek! burn !—fire !—kill !—slay !—let not a traitor live!

Ant. Stay, countrymen.

1 Cit. Peace there :-hear the noble An

tony.

2 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 nave done this deed are honorable; What private griefs they have, alas! I know [orable;

not, That made them do it; they are wise and honAnd will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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 Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,

[tus, And bid them speak for me: but were I BruAnd Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Citizens. 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.

Citizens. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know

not what:

Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserved your loves?

Alas, you know not-I must tell you then :You have forgot the will I told you of. Citizens. 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,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his death.

3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!

Ant. Hear me with patience.
Citizens. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his
walks,

His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,

On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs forever; common pleas

ures,

To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Cæsar! When comes such another?

1 Cit. Never, never!—Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, 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, any thing. [Exeunt Citizens, with the body.

Ant. Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afoot,

Take thou what course thou wilt!

Enter a Servant.

How now, fellow?

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to

Rome.

Ant. Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

Ant. Belike they had some notice of the

people, [vius. How I had moved them. Bring me to Octa

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same. A Street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

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.

I Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor?

2 Cit. Answer every man directly. I Cit. Ay, and briefly.

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

3 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, to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly; wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

2 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.

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.

I Cit. As a friend, or an enemy ?

Cin. As a friend.

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly.
4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly.

Cin. Truly, my name is Činna.

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I Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspira

tor.

Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna;