Speeches (Lines) for ANTONY in "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar"

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1 I / 2
  • Caesar, my lord?
  • Caesar, my lord?
  • Caesar. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
    When he doth run his course. Antonius!

    ANTONY. Caesar, my lord?

2 I / 2
  • I shall remember:
    When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
  • I shall remember:
    When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.
  • Caesar. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
    To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,
    The barren, touched in this holy chase,
    Shake off their sterile curse.

    ANTONY. I shall remember:
    When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd.

3 I / 2
  • Caesar?
  • Caesar?
  • Caesar. Antonius!

    ANTONY. Caesar?

4 I / 2
  • Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
    He is a noble Roman and well given...
  • Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
    He is a noble Roman and well given.
  • Caesar. Let me have men about me that are fat;
    Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
    He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

    ANTONY. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;
    He is a noble Roman and well given.

5 II / 2
  • So to most noble Caesar.
  • So to most noble Caesar.
  • Caesar. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
    [Enter ANTONY]
    See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
    Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.

    ANTONY. So to most noble Caesar.

6 III / 1
  • O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
    Are all thy conquests, glories, trium...
  • O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
    Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
    Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
    I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
    Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
    If I myself, there is no hour so fit
    As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
    Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
    With the most noble blood of all this world.
    I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
    Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
    Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
    I shall not find myself so apt to die:
    No place will please me so, no mean of death,
    As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
    The choice and master spirits of this age.
  • Brutus. But here comes Antony.
    [Re-enter ANTONY]
    Welcome, Mark Antony.

    ANTONY. O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
    Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
    Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.
    I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
    Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:
    If I myself, there is no hour so fit
    As Caesar's death hour, nor no instrument
    Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
    With the most noble blood of all this world.
    I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
    Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
    Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
    I shall not find myself so apt to die:
    No place will please me so, no mean of death,
    As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
    The choice and master spirits of this age.

7 III / 1
  • I doubt not of your wisdom.
    Let each man render me his bloody hand:
    Firs...
  • I doubt not of your wisdom.
    Let each man render me his bloody hand:
    First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
    Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
    Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
    Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
    Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
    Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?
    My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
    That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
    Either a coward or a flatterer.
    That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
    If then thy spirit look upon us now,
    Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
    To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
    Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
    Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
    Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
    Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
    It would become me better than to close
    In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
    Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
    Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
    Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
    O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
    And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
    How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
    Dost thou here lie!
  • Brutus. Only be patient till we have appeased
    The multitude, beside themselves with fear,
    And then we will deliver you the cause,
    Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
    Have thus proceeded.

    ANTONY. I doubt not of your wisdom.
    Let each man render me his bloody hand:
    First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;
    Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;
    Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus;
    Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours;
    Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius.
    Gentlemen all,--alas, what shall I say?
    My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
    That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
    Either a coward or a flatterer.
    That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true:
    If then thy spirit look upon us now,
    Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death,
    To see thy thy Anthony making his peace,
    Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
    Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
    Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
    Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
    It would become me better than to close
    In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
    Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart;
    Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand,
    Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
    O world, thou wast the forest to this hart;
    And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.
    How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
    Dost thou here lie!

8 III / 1
  • Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
    The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
    Then, in...
  • Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
    The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
    Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
  • Cassius. Mark Antony,--

    ANTONY. Pardon me, Caius Cassius:
    The enemies of Caesar shall say this;
    Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

9 III / 1
  • Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
    Sway'd from the point, by look...
  • Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
    Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
    Friends am I with you all and love you all,
    Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
    Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.
  • Cassius. I blame you not for praising Caesar so;
    But what compact mean you to have with us?
    Will you be prick'd in number of our friends;
    Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

    ANTONY. Therefore I took your hands, but was, indeed,
    Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar.
    Friends am I with you all and love you all,
    Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons
    Why and wherein Caesar was dangerous.

10 III / 1
  • That's all I seek:
    And am moreover suitor that I may
    Produce his body to...
  • That's all I seek:
    And am moreover suitor that I may
    Produce his body to the market-place;
    And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
    Speak in the order of his funeral.
  • Brutus. Or else were this a savage spectacle:
    Our reasons are so full of good regard
    That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
    You should be satisfied.

    ANTONY. That's all I seek:
    And am moreover suitor that I may
    Produce his body to the market-place;
    And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
    Speak in the order of his funeral.

11 III / 1
  • Be it so.
    I do desire no more.
  • Be it so.
    I do desire no more.
  • Brutus. Mark Antony, here, take you Caesar's body.
    You shall not in your funeral speech blame us,
    But speak all good you can devise of Caesar,
    And say you do't by our permission;
    Else shall you not have any hand at all
    About his funeral: and you shall speak
    In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
    After my speech is ended.

    ANTONY. Be it so.
    I do desire no more.

12 III / 1
  • O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
    That I am meek and gentle with t...
  • O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
    That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
    Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
    That ever lived in the tide of times.
    Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
    Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
    Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
    To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
    A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
    Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
    Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
    Blood and destruction shall be so in use
    And dreadful objects so familiar
    That mothers shall but smile when they behold
    Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
    All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
    And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
    With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
    Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
    Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
    That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
    With carrion men, groaning for burial.
    [Enter a Servant]
    You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?
  • Brutus. Prepare the body then, and follow us.

    ANTONY. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
    That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
    Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
    That ever lived in the tide of times.
    Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
    Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
    Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
    To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
    A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
    Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
    Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
    Blood and destruction shall be so in use
    And dreadful objects so familiar
    That mothers shall but smile when they behold
    Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
    All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
    And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
    With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
    Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
    Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
    That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
    With carrion men, groaning for burial.
    [Enter a Servant]
    You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

13 III / 1
  • Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
  • Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
  • Servant. I do, Mark Antony.

    ANTONY. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

14 III / 1
  • Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
    Passion, I see, is catching; for...
  • Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
    Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
    Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
    Began to water. Is thy master coming?
  • Servant. He did receive his letters, and is coming;
    And bid me say to you by word of mouth--
    O Caesar!--

    ANTONY. Thy heart is big, get thee apart and weep.
    Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes,
    Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
    Began to water. Is thy master coming?

15 III / 1
  • Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
    Here is a mourning Rom...
  • Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
    Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
    No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
    Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
    Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
    Into the market-place: there shall I try
    In my oration, how the people take
    The cruel issue of these bloody men;
    According to the which, thou shalt discourse
    To young Octavius of the state of things.
    Lend me your hand.
  • Servant. He lies to-night within seven leagues of Rome.

    ANTONY. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced:
    Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
    No Rome of safety for Octavius yet;
    Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet, stay awhile;
    Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse
    Into the market-place: there shall I try
    In my oration, how the people take
    The cruel issue of these bloody men;
    According to the which, thou shalt discourse
    To young Octavius of the state of things.
    Lend me your hand.

16 III / 2
  • For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
  • For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
  • Third Citizen. Let him go up into the public chair;
    We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

    ANTONY. For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.

17 III / 2
  • You gentle Romans,--
  • You gentle Romans,--
  • Second Citizen. Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.

    ANTONY. You gentle Romans,--

18 III / 2
  • Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
    I come to bury Caesar, not t...
  • Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
    I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
    The evil that men do lives after them;
    The good is oft interred with their bones;
    So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
    Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
    If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
    And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
    Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
    For Brutus is an honourable man;
    So are they all, all honourable men--
    Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
    He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
    But Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    He hath brought many captives home to Rome
    Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
    Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
    When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
    Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    You all did see that on the Lupercal
    I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
    Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And, sure, he is an honourable man.
    I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
    But here I am to speak what I do know.
    You all did love him once, not without cause:
    What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
    O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
    And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
    My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
    And I must pause till it come back to me.
  • Citizens. Peace, ho! let us hear him.

    ANTONY. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
    I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
    The evil that men do lives after them;
    The good is oft interred with their bones;
    So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
    Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
    If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
    And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
    Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
    For Brutus is an honourable man;
    So are they all, all honourable men--
    Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
    He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
    But Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    He hath brought many captives home to Rome
    Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
    Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
    When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
    Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And Brutus is an honourable man.
    You all did see that on the Lupercal
    I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
    Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
    Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
    And, sure, he is an honourable man.
    I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
    But here I am to speak what I do know.
    You all did love him once, not without cause:
    What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
    O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
    And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
    My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
    And I must pause till it come back to me.

19 III / 2
  • But yesterday the word of Caesar might
    Have stood against the world; now lie...
  • 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.
  • Fourth Citizen. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

    ANTONY. 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.

20 III / 2
  • Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it;
    It is not meet you know h...
  • 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, bearing 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!
  • All. The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.

    ANTONY. 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, bearing 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!

21 III / 2
  • Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
    I have o'ershot myself to tell yo...
  • 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 stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
  • Fourth Citizen. Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
    You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.

    ANTONY. 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 stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.

22 III / 2
  • You will compel me, then, to read the will?
    Then make a ring about the corps...
  • You will compel me, then, to read the will?
    Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
    And let me show you him that made the will.
    Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
  • Second Citizen. They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.

    ANTONY. You will compel me, then, to read the will?
    Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
    And let me show you him that made the will.
    Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?

23 III / 2
  • Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
  • Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
  • Second Citizen. Room for Antony, most noble Antony.

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

24 III / 2
  • If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
    You all do know this mantle: I...
  • 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 well-beloved 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.
  • Several 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 well-beloved 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.

25 III / 2
  • Stay, countrymen.
  • Stay, countrymen.
  • All. Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
    Let not a traitor live!

    ANTONY. Stay, countrymen.

26 III / 2
  • Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
    To such a sudden flood o...
  • 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 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 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.
  • 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 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 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 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.

27 III / 2
  • Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
  • Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
  • Third Citizen. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

    ANTONY. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

28 III / 2
  • Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
    Wherein hath Caesar thus deser...
  • Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
    Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
    Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
    You have forgot the will I told you of.
  • All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!

    ANTONY. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
    Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
    Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
    You have forgot the will I told you of.

29 III / 2
  • Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
    To every Roman citizen he gives,...
  • Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
    To every Roman citizen he gives,
    To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
  • All. Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.

    ANTONY. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
    To every Roman citizen he gives,
    To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

30 III / 2
  • Hear me with patience.
  • Hear me with patience.
  • Third Citizen. O royal Caesar!

    ANTONY. Hear me with patience.

31 III / 2
  • Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
    His private arbours and new-plante...
  • Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
    His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
    On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
    And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
    To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
    Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
  • All. Peace, ho!

    ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
    His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
    On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
    And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
    To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
    Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?

32 III / 2
  • Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
    Take thou what course thou wilt!...
  • Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
    Take thou what course thou wilt!
    [Enter a Servant]
    How now, fellow!
  • Fourth Citizen. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

    ANTONY. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
    Take thou what course thou wilt!
    [Enter a Servant]
    How now, fellow!

33 III / 2
  • Where is he?
  • Where is he?
  • Servant. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.

    ANTONY. Where is he?

34 III / 2
  • And thither will I straight to visit him:
    He comes upon a wish. Fortune is m...
  • And thither will I straight to visit him:
    He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
    And in this mood will give us any thing.
  • Servant. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.

    ANTONY. And thither will I straight to visit him:
    He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
    And in this mood will give us any thing.

35 III / 2
  • Belike they had some notice of the people,
    How I had moved them. Bring me to...
  • Belike they had some notice of the people,
    How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
  • Servant. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
    Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

    ANTONY. Belike they had some notice of the people,
    How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.

36 IV / 1
  • These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
  • These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.
  • Third Citizen. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands ho! fire-brands:
    to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
    house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!

    ANTONY. These many, then, shall die; their names are prick'd.

37 IV / 1
  • He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
    But, Lepidus, go you to Cae...
  • He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
    But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
    Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
    How to cut off some charge in legacies.
  • LEPIDUS. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
    Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

    ANTONY. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
    But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house;
    Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
    How to cut off some charge in legacies.

38 IV / 1
  • This is a slight unmeritable man,
    Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
  • This is a slight unmeritable man,
    Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
    The three-fold world divided, he should stand
    One of the three to share it?
  • OCTAVIUS. Or here, or at the Capitol.

    ANTONY. This is a slight unmeritable man,
    Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
    The three-fold world divided, he should stand
    One of the three to share it?

39 IV / 1
  • Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
    And though we lay these honours on...
  • Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
    And though we lay these honours on this man,
    To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
    He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
    To groan and sweat under the business,
    Either led or driven, as we point the way;
    And having brought our treasure where we will,
    Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
    Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
    And graze in commons.
  • OCTAVIUS. So you thought him;
    And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
    In our black sentence and proscription.

    ANTONY. Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
    And though we lay these honours on this man,
    To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
    He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
    To groan and sweat under the business,
    Either led or driven, as we point the way;
    And having brought our treasure where we will,
    Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
    Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
    And graze in commons.

40 IV / 1
  • So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
    I do appoint him store of provender:...
  • So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
    I do appoint him store of provender:
    It is a creature that I teach to fight,
    To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
    His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
    And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
    He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
    A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
    On abjects, orts and imitations,
    Which, out of use and staled by other men,
    Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
    But as a property. And now, Octavius,
    Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
    Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
    Therefore let our alliance be combined,
    Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
    And let us presently go sit in council,
    How covert matters may be best disclosed,
    And open perils surest answered.
  • OCTAVIUS. You may do your will;
    But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

    ANTONY. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
    I do appoint him store of provender:
    It is a creature that I teach to fight,
    To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
    His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
    And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
    He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
    A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
    On abjects, orts and imitations,
    Which, out of use and staled by other men,
    Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
    But as a property. And now, Octavius,
    Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
    Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
    Therefore let our alliance be combined,
    Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
    And let us presently go sit in council,
    How covert matters may be best disclosed,
    And open perils surest answered.

41 V / 1
  • Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
    Wherefore they do it: they could be co...
  • Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
    Wherefore they do it: they could be content
    To visit other places; and come down
    With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
    To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
    But 'tis not so.
  • OCTAVIUS. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered:
    You said the enemy would not come down,
    But keep the hills and upper regions;
    It proves not so: their battles are at hand;
    They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
    Answering before we do demand of them.

    ANTONY. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know
    Wherefore they do it: they could be content
    To visit other places; and come down
    With fearful bravery, thinking by this face
    To fasten in our thoughts that they have courage;
    But 'tis not so.

42 V / 1
  • Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
    Upon the left hand of the even field.
  • Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
    Upon the left hand of the even field.
  • Messenger. Prepare you, generals:
    The enemy comes on in gallant show;
    Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
    And something to be done immediately.

    ANTONY. Octavius, lead your battle softly on,
    Upon the left hand of the even field.

43 V / 1
  • Why do you cross me in this exigent?
  • Why do you cross me in this exigent?
  • OCTAVIUS. Upon the right hand I; keep thou the left.

    ANTONY. Why do you cross me in this exigent?

44 V / 1
  • No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
    Make forth; the generals would h...
  • No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
    Make forth; the generals would have some words.
  • OCTAVIUS. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

    ANTONY. No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
    Make forth; the generals would have some words.

45 V / 1
  • In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
    Witness the hole you made...
  • In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
    Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
    Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'
  • Brutus. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

    ANTONY. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:
    Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,
    Crying 'Long live! hail, Caesar!'

46 V / 1
  • Not stingless too.
  • Not stingless too.
  • Cassius. Antony,
    The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
    But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
    And leave them honeyless.

    ANTONY. Not stingless too.

47 V / 1
  • Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
    Hack'd one another in the s...
  • Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
    Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
    You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
    And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
    Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
    Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
  • Brutus. O, yes, and soundless too;
    For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
    And very wisely threat before you sting.

    ANTONY. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers
    Hack'd one another in the sides of Caesar:
    You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like hounds,
    And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
    Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind
    Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

48 V / 1
  • Old Cassius still!
  • Old Cassius still!
  • Cassius. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour,
    Join'd with a masker and a reveller!

    ANTONY. Old Cassius still!

49 V / 4
  • Where is he?
  • Where is he?
  • First Soldier. I'll tell the news. Here comes the general.
    [Enter ANTONY]
    Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my lord.

    ANTONY. Where is he?

50 V / 4
  • This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
    A prize no less in worth: kee...
  • This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
    A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
    Give him all kindness: I had rather have
    Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
    And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
    And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
    How every thing is chanced.
  • Lucilius. Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
    I dare assure thee that no enemy
    Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
    The gods defend him from so great a shame!
    When you do find him, or alive or dead,
    He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

    ANTONY. This is not Brutus, friend; but, I assure you,
    A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe;
    Give him all kindness: I had rather have
    Such men my friends than enemies. Go on,
    And see whether Brutus be alive or dead;
    And bring us word unto Octavius' tent
    How every thing is chanced.

51 V / 5
  • This was the noblest Roman of them all:
    All the conspirators save only he
  • This was the noblest Roman of them all:
    All the conspirators save only he
    Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
    He only, in a general honest thought
    And common good to all, made one of them.
    His life was gentle, and the elements
    So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
    And say to all the world 'This was a man!'
  • Messala. Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
    That did the latest service to my master.

    ANTONY. This was the noblest Roman of them all:
    All the conspirators save only he
    Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
    He only, in a general honest thought
    And common good to all, made one of them.
    His life was gentle, and the elements
    So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
    And say to all the world 'This was a man!'

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