Julius Casar MARK ANTONY lines

CAESAR Antonius!

Caesar, my lord?

CAESAR Antonius!

Caesar?

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.

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

CAESAR: How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia? I will go.

Caesar!

CAESAR

Good morrow,

Antony.

So to most noble Caesar.

CASSIUS Ay Brutus shall lead

I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, who else must be let blood: If I myself, there is no hour so fit, as Caesar's death hour

CASSIUS Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Let each man render me his bloody hand. Brutus. Cassius. Decius. Metullus. Cinna. My valiant Casca. Good Trebonius. 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.

BRUTUS Our reasons are so full of good regard what were you, Antony, the son of

Caesar, you should be satisfied.

That's all I seek: and that I may speak in the order of

his funeral.

BRUTUS I will myself into the pulpit first, and show the reason of our Caesar's

death: You shall not in your funeral speech blame us, but speak all the good you can devise of Caesar.

I do desire no more.

BRUTUS Prepare the body then, and follow us.

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. A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil

strife and Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry 'Havoc,'

and let slip the dogs of war; You serve Octavius Caesar now, do you not?

SERVANT C.H. He is coming; And bid me

say to you by word of mouth--O Caesar!--

get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; is thy master coming?

SERVANT C.H. Ocatavius lies to-night but 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;

BRUTUS Here comes Mark Antony: Who, though he had no hand in his death,

shall receive a place in the commonwealth; Harken to his speech Tending to Caesar's glories; which, by

our permission, is allow'd to make.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar,

not to praise him. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: For Brutus is an

honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men– He was my

friend, faithful and just to me: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:

Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable

man. You all did see that at our festival I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse:

was this ambition?

Fourth Citizen: He did not take the crown. He was not ambitious.

O masters, if I were disposed to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I would do Brutus wrong. And Cassius wrong, who, you all know, are hoonourable men. But here’s a parchment with the seal of Caesar. I do not mean to read it.

FOURTH PLEBIAN: Read it, Mark Antony.

I must not read it. It is not meant you know how Caesar loved you. I fear I wrong the honorable men whose daggers have stabbed Caesar.

VOICES: REVENGE SEEK BURN FIRE KILL

Good friends, sweet friends. Let me not stir you up to such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honorable. I show you sweet Caesar’s wounds and bid them speak for me.

THIRD PLEBIAN: Away Conspirators!

Hear me! Hear me, friends! Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, to every several man, a hundred drachmas.

SECOND PLEBIAN: We will revenge his death.

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, his private arbours, and new planted orchards, on this side of Tiber, he hath left them you, and to your heirs forever.

SERVANT: Octavius is come to Rome.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art a foot, take thou what course thou wilt!

Third Citizen Tear him, tear him! Come, to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to

Decius' house, and some to Casca's;, go!

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

LEPIDUS Prick him down Antony.

Lepidus, go you to

Caesar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we shall reduce the people's legacies. This is a slight unmeritable man. Meant to be sent on errands:

OCTAVIUS: You took his voice who should be prick’d to die.

Octavius, we lay these honors on this man to ease ourselves of divers slanderous load. Therefore let our alliance be combined.

MESSENGER: Prepare you generals. The enemy comes! Their bloody sign of battle is hung out and something to be done immediately.

Why do you cross me in this exigent?

BRUTUS Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words. Crying 'Long live!

hail, Caesar!'

CASSIUS Antony, The posture of your blows are yet unknown. But for your words,

they rob the Hybla bees, and leave them honeyless.

Not stingless too.

CASSIUS A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour, join'd with a masker and

a reveller!

Old Cassius still!

FIRST SOLDIER: Brutus, my lord.

Where is he?

LUCILIUS: Safe, Antony…. The gods defend him from such great a shame.

This is not Brutus, friend. Keep him safe. Give him kindness.

OCTAVIUS: What man is that? All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.

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, for a general common good. So say to all the world 'This was a man!'