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Was this ambition?
You all did see, that, on the Lupercal,
1 Pleb. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
2 Pleb. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Cæsar has had great wrong.
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.
There's not a nobler man in Rome than
4 Pleb. Now mark him! he begins again to speak.
O masters! if I were dispos'd to stir
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you,
Let but the commons hear this testament,
4 Pleb. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. All. The will, the will; we will hear Cæsar's will. Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it:
It is not meet you know how Cæsar lov'd you.
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. 2 Pleb.
4 Pleb. 1 Pleb.
[He comes down from the pulpit.
You shall have leave.
A ring! stand round!
Stand from the hearse! stand from the body! Room for Antony! most noble Antony! Nay, press not so upon me: stand far off. Stand back! room! bear back!
Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
'T was on a summer's evening, in his tent:
For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
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,
Our Cæsar's vesture wounded? Look you here! Here is himself! marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 1 Pleb. O piteous spectacle!
2 Pleb. O noble Cæsar!
3 Pleb. O woeful day! 4 Pleb.
O traitors! villains!
1 Pleb. O most bloody sight!
2 Pleb. We will be revenged! Revenge! AboutSeek-burn-fire-kill-slay-let not a traitor live!
1 Pleb. Peace, there! Hear the noble Antony. 2 Pleb. 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 :
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;
But, as you know me, all, a plain blunt man,
poor, poor dumb
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE, ACT I., SCENE 3.
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. [Exeunt two or three. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father loved me; oft invited me;
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
Of hair-breadth 'scapes, i' the imminent deadly breach;
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
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;
These things to