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When he doth run his course. Antonio!

Caesar, my lord

The barren touched in the holy chase

Shake off their sterile curse

I shall remember.

When Caesar says ‘Do this’ it is performed

Antonius!

Caesar?

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous

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

Soft! Who comes here? Welcome Mark Anthony

O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well.

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.

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.

If you bear my hard
Now, whilst your purple hands do reek and smoke
Fulfil your pleasure.
Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die.

If you bear my hard
Now, whilst your purple 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, no mean of death,
As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and masters spirits of this age

As fire drives out fire, so pity pity-
Hath done this deed on Caesar

I doubt not of your wisdom
Let each man render me his bloody hand:
Gentlemen all,- alas, what shall I say?

But what compact mean you to have with us?
Will you be pricked in number of our friends;
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

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

That were you, Antony, the son of Caesar,
You should be satisfied

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

In the same pulpit whereto I am going,
After my speech is ended.

Be it so,
I do desire no more.

Prepare the bodd then, and follow us.

O, pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers

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 which shed this costly blood!

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times
Woe to the hand which shed this costly blood!

Over thy wounds I do prophesy, -
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips
To bed the voice and utterance of my tongue -
domestic fury and fire civil strike
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.

Over thy wounds I do prophesy, -
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips
To bed the voice and utterance of my tongue -
domestic fury and fire civil strike
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.

And Caesar’s spirit, ranging from 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;

And Caesar’s spirit, ranging from 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.
You serve Octavius Caesar do you not?

I do, mark Antony.
He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.

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 corpse
Into the market-place. Lend me your hand.