JULIUS CAESAR. William Shakespeare

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       Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

       CITIZENS.

       Come down.

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       Descend.

       [He comes down.]

       THIRD CITIZEN.

       You shall have leave.

       FOURTH CITIZEN.

       A ring! stand round.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       Room for Antony!—most noble Antony!

       ANTONY.

       Nay, press not so upon me; stand far’ off.

       CITIZENS.

       Stand back; room! bear back.

       ANTONY.

       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 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 wellbeloved Brutus stabb’d;

       And as he pluck’d his cursed steel away,

       Mark how the blood of Caesar 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 Caesar’s angel:

       Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!

       This was the most unkindest cut of all;

       For when the noble Caesar 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 statua,

       Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.

       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

       Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,

       Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       O piteous spectacle!

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       O noble Caesar!

       THIRD CITIZEN.

       O woeful day!

       FOURTH CITIZEN.

       O traitors, villains!

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       O most bloody sight!

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       We will be revenged.

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

       ANTONY.

       Stay, countrymen.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Peace there! hear the noble Antony.

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him, we’ll die with him.

       ANTONY.

       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’re 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;

       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 dumb mouths,

       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.

       CITIZENS.

       We’ll mutiny.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       We’ll burn the house of Brutus.

       THIRD CITIZEN.

       Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

       ANTONY.

       Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

       CITIZENS.

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