Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin typicality 0.74 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Me thinks there is much reason in his sayings. If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong. Has he Masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place. Marked ye his words? he would not take the Crown, Therefore '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 then Antony. Now mark him, he begins again to speak. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the World: Now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O Masters! If I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to Mutiny and Rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong: Who (you all know) are Honourable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such Honourable men, But here's a Parchment, with the Seal of Caesar, I found it in his Closet, 'tis his Will: Let but the Commons hear this Testament: (Which pardon me) I do not mean to read, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds. And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for Memory, And dying, mention it within their Wills, Bequeathing it as a rich Legacy Unto 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. It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you: You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but men: And being men, hearing the Will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his Heirs, For if you should, O what would come of it? Read the Will, we'll hear it Antony: You shall read us the Will, Caesar's Will. Will you be Patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it, I fear I wrong the Honourable men, Whose Daggers have stabbed Caesar: I do fear it. They were Traitors: Honourable men? The Will, the Testament. They were Villains, Murderers: the Will, read the Will. You will compel me then to read the Will: Then make a Ring about the Corpses of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the Will: Shall I descend? And will you give me leave? Come down. Descend. 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.
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Me thinkes there is much reaſon in his ſayings. If thou conſider rightly of the matter, Caeſar ha's had great wrong. Ha's hee Maſters? I feare there will a worſe come in his place. Mark'd ye his words? he would not take ye Crown, Therefore 'tis certaine, he was not Ambitious. If it be found ſo, ſome will deere abide it. Poore ſoule, his eyes are red as fire with weeping. There's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony. Now marke him, he begins againe to ſpeake. But yeſterday, the word of Caeſar might Haue ſtood againſt the World: Now lies he there, And none ſo poore to do him reuerence. O Maiſters! If I were diſpos'd to ſtirre Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage, I ſhould do Brutus wrong, and Caſſius wrong: Who (you all know) are Honourable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather chooſe To wrong the dead, to wrong my ſelfe and you, Then I will wrong ſuch Honourable men, But heere's a Parchment, with the Seale of Caeſar, I found it in his Cloſſet, 'tis his Will: Let but the Commons heare this Teſtament: (Which pardon me) I do not meane to reade, And they would go and kiſſe dead Caeſars wounds. And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood; Yea, begge a haire of him for Memory, And dying, mention it within their Willes, Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie Vnto their iſſue. Wee'l heare the Will, reade it Marke Antony. The Will, the Will; we will heare Caeſars Will. Haue patience gentle Friends, I muſt not read it. It is not meete you know how Caeſar lou'd you: You are not Wood, you are not Stones▪ but men: And being men, hearing the Will of Caeſar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his Heires, For if you ſhould, O what would come of it? Read the Will, wee'l heare it Antony: You ſhall reade vs the Will, Caeſars Will. Will you be Patient? Will you ſtay a-while? I haue o're-ſhot my ſelfe to tell you of it, I feare I wrong the Honourable men, Whoſe Daggers haue ſtabb'd Caeſar: I do feare it. They were Traitors: Honourable men? The Will, the Teſtament. They were Villaines, Murderers: the Will, read the Will. You will compell me then to read the Will: Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Caeſar, And let me ſhew you him that made the Will: Shall I deſcend? And will you giue me leaue? Come downe. Deſcend. You ſhall haue leaue. A Ring, ſtand round. Stand from the Hearſe, ſtand from the Body. Roome for Antony, moſt Noble Antony. Nay preſſe not ſo vpon me, ſtand farre off. Stand backe: roome, beare backe.