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And bid me say to you by word of mouth-

O Caesar! Sees the body.

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?

SERVANT.

He lies tonight 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 marketplace. 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. Exeunt with Caesar's body.

SCENE II. The Forum.

Enter Brutus and Cassius, and a throng of Citizens.

CITIZENS. We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!

BRUTUS.

Then follow me and give me audience, friends.

Cassius, go you into the other street

And part the numbers.

Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;

Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;

And public reasons shall be rendered

Of Caesar's death.

FIRST CITIZEN.

I will hear Brutus speak.

SECOND CITIZEN.

I will hear Cassius and compare their reasons,

When severally we hear them rendered.

Exit Cassius, with some Citizens.

Brutus goes into the pulpit.

THIRD CITIZEN.

The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence!

BRUTUS.

Be patient till the last.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be

silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor, and have

respect to mine honor, that you may believe. Censure me in your

wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.

If

there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to

him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.

If

then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is

my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome

more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than

that Caesar were dead to live all freemen? As Caesar loved

me, I

weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was

valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.

There

is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor,

and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a

bondman? If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so

rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have I

offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

If

any, speak, for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

ALL.

None, Brutus, none.

BRUTUS.

Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar

than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is

enrolled in the Capitol, his glory not extenuated, wherein he was

worthy, nor his offenses enforced, for which he suffered death.

Enter Antony and others, with Caesar's body.

Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, though he had

no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a

place in the commonwealth, as which of you shall not? With

this I

depart- that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I

have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country

to need my death.

ALL.

Live, Brutus, live, live!

FIRST CITIZEN.

Bring him with triumph home unto his house.

SECOND CITIZEN.

Give him a statue with his ancestors.

THIRD CITIZEN.

Let him be Caesar.

FOURTH CITIZEN.

Caesar's better parts

Shall be crown'd in Brutus.

FIRST CITIZEN.

We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors.

BRUTUS.

My countrymen-

SECOND CITIZEN.

Peace! Silence! Brutus speaks.

FIRST CITIZEN.

Peace, ho!

BRUTUS.

Good countrymen, let me depart alone,

And, for my sake, stay here with Antony.

Do grace to Caesar's corse, and grace his speech

Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony,

By our permission, is allow'd to make.

I do entreat you, not a man