We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!

Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.

3.2.31532Cassius, go you into the other street,

3.2.41533And part the numbers.

3.2.51534Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;

3.2.61535Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;

3.2.71536And public reasons shall be rendered

3.2.81537Of Caesar's death.

Of Caesar's death. I will hear Brutus speak.

I will hear Cassius and compare their reasons,

3.2.101540When severally we hear them renderèd.

The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence!

Be patient till the last.

3.2.131543Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my 1544cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for 1545mine honor, and have respect to mine honor that you 1546may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake 1547your senses that you may the better judge. If there be 1548any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him 1549I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If 1550then that friend demand why Brutus rose against 1551Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but 1552that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were 1553living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead to 1554live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; 1555as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I 1556honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. 1557There is tears for his love; joy, for his fortune; honor, for 1558his valor; and death, for his ambition. Who is here 1559so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak, for him 1560have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not 1561be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. 1562Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, 1563speak, for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

None, Brutus, none.

Then none have I offended. I have done no 1566more to Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. 1567The question of his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not 1568extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offenses 1569enforced, for which he suffered death.

3.2.161571Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, 1572though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the 1573benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth, as which 1574of you shall not? With this, I depart, that as I slew my 1575best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same 1576dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need 1577my death.

Live Brutus! Live! Live!

Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

Give him a statue with his ancestors.

Let him be Caesar.

Let him be Caesar. Caesar's better parts,

3.2.211583Shall be crowned in Brutus.

We'll bring him to his house 1585with shouts and clamors.

My countrymen!

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks.

Peace, ho!

Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

3.2.271590And for my sake, stay here with Antony.

3.2.281591Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech

3.2.291592Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony

3.2.301593By our permission is allowed to make.

3.2.311594I do entreat you, not a man depart,

3.2.321595Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.

Stay, ho! And let us hear Mark Antony.

Let him go up into the public chair.

3.2.351598We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.

What does he say of Brutus?

He says, for Brutus' sake

3.2.391602He finds himself beholding to us all.

'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here!

This Caesar was a tyrant.

This Caesar was a tyrant. Nay, that's certain:

3.2.421606We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

Peace! Let us hear what Antony can say.

You gentle Romans--

You gentle Romans-- Peace, ho! Let us hear him.

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears.

3.2.461611I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

3.2.471612The evil that men do lives after them;

3.2.481613The good is oft interrèd with their bones:

3.2.491614So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus

3.2.501615Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

3.2.511616If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

3.2.521617And grievously hath Caesar answered it.

3.2.531618Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--

3.2.541619For Brutus is an honorable man,

3.2.551620So are they all, all honorable men--

3.2.561621Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

3.2.571622He was my friend: faithful and just to me.

3.2.581623But Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.591624And Brutus is an honorable man.

3.2.601625He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

3.2.611626Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.

3.2.621627Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

3.2.631628When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;

3.2.641629Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

3.2.651630Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.661631And Brutus is an honorable man.

3.2.671632You all did see that on the Lupercal

3.2.681633I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

3.2.691634Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

3.2.701635Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,

3.2.711636And sure he is an honorable man.

3.2.721637I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,

3.2.731638But here I am, to speak what I do know.

3.2.741639You all did love him once, not without cause.

3.2.751640What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?

3.2.761641O judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

3.2.771642And men have lost their reason! Bear with me;

3.2.781643My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,

3.2.791644And I must pause till it come back to me.

Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

If thou consider rightly of the matter,

3.2.821647Caesar has had great wrong.

Caesar has had great wrong. Has he, masters?

3.2.83I fear there will a worse come in his place.

Marked ye his words? He would not take the crown;

3.2.851650Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

But yesterday, the word of Caesar might

3.2.911656Have stood against the world. Now lies he there,

3.2.921657And none so poor to do him reverence.

3.2.931658O masters! If I were disposed to stir

3.2.941659Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

3.2.951660I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,

3.2.961661Who you all know are honorable men.

3.2.971662I will not do them wrong; I rather choose

3.2.981663To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,

3.2.991664Than I will wrong such honorable men.

3.2.1001665But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;

3.2.1011666I found it in his closet. 'Tis his will.

3.2.1021667Let but the commons hear this testament,

3.2.1031668Which pardon me, I do not mean to read,

3.2.1041669And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds,

3.2.1051670And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,

3.2.1061671Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,

3.2.1071672And dying, mention it within their wills,

3.2.1081673Bequeathing it as a rich legacy

3.2.1091674Unto their issue.

We'll hear the will! Read it, Mark Antony!

The will! The will! We will hear Caesar's will!

Have patience, gentle friends. I must not read it.

3.2.1131678It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.

3.2.1141679You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;

3.2.1151680And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,

3.2.1161681It will inflame you; it will make you mad.

3.2.1171682'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs,

3.2.1181683For if you should, oh, what would come of it?

Read the will! We'll hear it, Antony!

3.2.1201685You shall read us the will! Caesar's will!

Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?

3.2.1221687I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it,

3.2.1231688I fear I wrong the honorable men

3.2.1241689Whose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.

They were traitors! "Honorable men"?

The will! The testament!

They were villains, murderers! The will! Read the 1693will!

You will compel me then to read the will?

3.2.1291695Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,

3.2.1301696And let me show you him that made the will.

3.2.1311697Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?

Come down!

Come down! Descend!

Come down! Descend! You shall have leave.

Come down! Descend! You shall have leave. A ring!

3.2.133Stand round!

Stand round! Stand from the hearse! Stand from the body!

Room for Antony! Most noble Antony!

Nay, press not so upon me! Stand far'er off.

Stand back! Room! Bear back!

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

3.2.1381707You all do know this mantle; I remember

3.2.1391708The first time ever Caesar put it on.

3.2.1401709'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent,

3.2.1411710That day he overcame the Nervii.

3.2.1421711Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.

3.2.1431712See what a rent the envious Casca made.

3.2.1441713Through this, the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed,

3.2.1451714And as he plucked his cursèd steel away,

3.2.1461715Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,

3.2.1471716As rushing out of doors to be resolved

3.2.1481717If Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;

3.2.1491718For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.

3.2.1501719Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him.

3.2.1511720This was the most unkindest cut of all,

3.2.1521721For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,

3.2.1531722Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,

3.2.1541723Quite vanquished him; then burst his mighty heart,

3.2.1551724And in his mantle muffling up his face,

3.2.1561725Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

3.2.1571726Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.

3.2.1581727Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

3.2.1591728Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

3.2.1601729Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.

3.2.1611730Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel

3.2.1621731The dint of pity. These are gracious drops.

3.2.1631732Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold

3.2.1641733Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here!

3.2.1651734Here is himself, marred as you see with traitors.

Oh, piteous spectacle!

Oh, piteous spectacle! O noble Caesar!

Oh, woeful day!

Oh, woeful day! Oh, traitors! Villains!

Oh, most bloody sight!

Oh, most bloody sight! We will be revenged!

Revenge! 1741About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!

3.2.1701742Let not a traitor live!

Let not a traitor live! Stay, countrymen!

Peace there! Hear the noble Antony!

We'll hear him! We'll follow him! We'll die with 1746him.

Good friends! Sweet friends! Let me not stir you up

3.2.1741748To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

3.2.1751749They that have done this deed are honorable.

3.2.1761750What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,

3.2.1771751That made them do it. They are wise and honorable,

3.2.1781752And will no doubt with reasons answer you.

3.2.1791753I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts.

3.2.1801754I am no orator, as Brutus is,

3.2.1811755But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man

3.2.1821756That love my friend, and that they know full well

3.2.1831757That gave me public leave to speak of him:

3.2.1841758For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

3.2.1851759Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech

3.2.1861760To stir men's blood. I only speak right on.

3.2.1871761I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

3.2.1881762Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,

3.2.1891763And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,

3.2.1901764And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

3.2.1911765Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue

3.2.1921766In every wound of Caesar that should move

3.2.1931767The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

We'll mutiny!

We'll mutiny! We'll burn the house of Brutus!

Away then! Come, seek the conspirators!

Yet hear me countrymen! Yet hear me speak!

Peace, ho! Hear Antony! Most noble Antony!

Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.

3.2.1991774Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?

3.2.2001775Alas you know not. I must tell you then:

3.2.2011776You have forgot the will I told you of.

Most true! The will! Let's stay and hear the will!

Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.

3.2.2041779To every Roman citizen he gives,

3.2.2051780To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death!

O royal Caesar!

O royal Caesar! Hear me with patience.

O royal Caesar! Hear me with patience. Peace ho!

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,

3.2.2091786His private arbors, and new-planted orchards

3.2.2101787On this side Tiber. He hath left them you

3.2.2111788And to your heirs forever--common pleasures

3.2.2121789To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.

3.2.2131790Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Never, never! Come! Away! Away!

3.2.2151792We'll burn his body in the holy place,

3.2.2161793And with the brands fire the traitors' houses!

3.2.2171794Take up the body!

Go! Fetch fire!

Pluck down benches!

Pluck down forms, windows, anything!

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot:

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot: 3.2.2221800Take thou what course thou wilt.

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art a-foot: Take thou what course thou wilt. 1801How now, fellow?

Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

Where is he?

He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

And thither will I straight to visit him.

3.2.2271807He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,

3.2.2281808And in this mood will give us anything.

I heard him say Brutus and Cassius

3.2.2301810Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

Belike they had some notice of the people

3.2.2321812How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.