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

Third Citizen. Let him be Caesar.

Fourth Citizen. Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

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

Fourth Citizen. What does he say of Brutus?

Third Citizen. He says, for Brutus' sake,
He finds himself beholding to us all.

Fourth Citizen. 'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

Third Citizen. Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.

Fourth Citizen. Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

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

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.

Fourth Citizen. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

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!

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.

Fourth Citizen. They were traitors: honourable men!

Third Citizen. You shall have leave.

Fourth Citizen. A ring; stand round.

Third Citizen. O woful day!

Fourth Citizen. O traitors, villains!

Third Citizen. Pluck down benches.

Fourth Citizen. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

Third Citizen. Where do you dwell?

Fourth Citizen. Are you a married man or a bachelor?

First Citizen. Ay, and briefly.

Fourth Citizen. Ay, and wisely.

Second Citizen. That matter is answered directly.

Fourth Citizen. For your dwelling,--briefly.

Cinna the Poet. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

Fourth Citizen. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cinna the Poet. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

Fourth Citizen. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.