Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 491 words
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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 Neruij. Look, in this place ran Cassius Dagger through: See what a rent the envious Caska made: Through this, the well-beloved Brutus stabbed, And as he plucked his cursed Steel away: Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked, 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 vanquished 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 Caesar 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. 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, marred as you see with Traitors. O piteous spectacle! O Noble Caesar! O woeful day! O Traitors, Villains! O most bloody sight! We will be revenged: Revenge About, seek, burn, fire, kill, slay, 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 him. 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 are 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 writ 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 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. 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.
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If you haue teares, prepare to ſhed them now. You all do know this Mantle, I remember The firſt time euer Caeſar put it on, 'Twas on a Summers Euening in his Tent, That day he ouercame the Neruij. Looke, in this place ran Caſſius Dagger through: See what a rent the enuious Caska made: Through this, the wel-beloued Brutus ſtabb'd, And as he pluck'd his curſed Steele away: Marke how the blood of Caeſar followed it, As ruſhing out of doores, to be reſolu'd If Brutus ſo vnkindely knock'd, or no: For Brutus, as you know, was Caeſars Angel. Iudge, O you Gods, how deerely Caeſar lou'd him: This was the moſt vnkindeſt cut of all. For when the Noble Caeſar ſaw him ſtab, Ingratitude, more ſtrong then Traitors armes, Quite vanquiſh'd him: then burſt his Mighty heart, And in his Mantle, muffling vp his face, Euen at the Baſe of Pompeyes Statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caeſar fell. O what a fall was there, my Countrymen? Then I, and you, and all of vs fell downe, Whil'ſt bloody Treaſon flouriſh'd ouer vs. O now you weepe, and I perceiue you feele The dint of pitty: Theſe are gracious droppes. Kinde Soules, what weepe you, when you but behold Our Caeſars Veſture wounded? Looke you heere, Heere is Himſelfe, marr'd as you ſee with Traitors. O pitteous ſpectacle! O Noble Caeſar! O wofull day! O Traitors, Villaines! O moſt bloody ſight! We will be reueng'd: Reuenge About, ſeeke, burne, fire, kill, ſlay, Let not a Traitor liue. Stay Country-men. Peace there, heare the Noble Antony. Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with him. Good Friends, ſweet Friends, let me not ſtirre you vp To ſuch a ſodaine Flood of Mutiny: They that haue done this Deede, are honourable. What priuate greefes they haue, alas I know not, That made them do it: They are Wiſe and Honourable, And will no doubt with Reaſons anſwer you. I come not (Friends) to ſteale away your hearts, I am no Orator, as Brutus is; But (as you know me all) a plaine blunt man That loue my Friend, and that they know full well, That gaue me publike leaue to ſpeake of him: For I haue neyther writ nor words, nor worth, Action, nor Vtterance, nor the power of Speech, To ſtirre mens Blood. I onely ſpeake right on: I tell you that, which you your ſelues do know, Shew you ſweet Caeſars wounds, poor poor dum mouths And bid them ſpeake for me: But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle vp your Spirits, and put a Tongue In euery Wound of Caeſar, that ſhould moue The ſtones of Rome, to riſe and Mutiny. Wee'l Mutiny. Wee'l burne the houſe of Brutus. Away then, come, ſeeke the Conſpirators. Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me ſpeake Peace hoe, heare Antony, moſt Noble Antony.