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You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
3 Pleb. Has he, masters ? I fear, there will a worse come in his place. 4th Pleb. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take
the crown: Therefore, 't is certain, he was not ambitious.
1 Pleb. If it be found so, some will dear abide it. 2 Pleb. Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with
weeping. 3 Pleb. There's not a nobler man in Rome than
Antony. 4 Pleb. Now mark him! he begins again to speak.
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. All. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's wil). Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not
read it: It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, It will inflame you — it will make you mad. ’T is good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O what will come of it?
4 Pleb. Read the will; we will hear it, Antony: You shall read us the will — Cæsar's will !
Ant. Will you be patient? will you stay a while ? I have o'ershot myself, to tell you of it: I fear I wrong the honourable men, Whose daggers have stabb’d Cæsar: I do fear it.
4 Pleb. They were traitors. Honourable men ! All. The will! the testament ! 2 Pleb. 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 Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend ! and will you give me leave ?
All. Come down. 2 Pleb. Descend.
[He comes down from the pulpit. 3 Pleb. You shall have leave. 4 Pleb. A ring! stand round ! 1 Pleb. Stand from the hearse! stand from the body! 2 Pleb. 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 Cæsar 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: 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 Cæsar follow'd it; As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel : Judge, O you gods ! how dearly Cæsar loved him. This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, 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 Cæsar fell! O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down ; Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. 0, 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
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here!
1 Pleb. 0 piteous spectacle !
2 Pleb. We will be revenged! Revenge! AboutSeek — burn-fire— kill— slay—let not a traitor live!
Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Pleb. Peace, there! Hear the noble Antony. 2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE, ACT 1., SCENE 3.
Venice.- A council chamber. Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. [Exeunt two or three. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place.
[Exit Iago. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I 'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question’d me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have pass’d. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it, Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field; Of hair-breadth 'scapes, i'the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history: Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch'd
heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat; The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to