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Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS with the Plebeians.
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Plebeians
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We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied.
| be satisfied get a satisfactory explanation |
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BRUTUS
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Then follow me, and give me audience, friends.
| audience a hearing |
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Cassius, go you into the other street,
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And part the numbers.
| part the numbers divide the crowd |
3.2.5 |
Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here;
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Those that will follow Cassius, go with him;
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And public reasons shall be rendered
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Of Caesar's death.
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First Plebeian
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I will hear Brutus speak.
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Second Plebeian
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I will hear Cassius; and compare their reasons,
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3.2.10 |
When severally we hear them rendered.
| severally separately |
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[Exit CASSIUS with some of the Plebeians.
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| BRUTUS] goes into the pulpit. | |
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Third Plebeian
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The noble Brutus is ascended: silence!
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BRUTUS
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Be patient till the last.
| Be . . . last i.e., hear me out |
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Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause,
| lovers dear friends | hear . . . cause i.e., pay |
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and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine
| attention, because this is important >>>
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3.2.15 |
honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you
| Believe . . . honour i.e., do me the honor of |
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may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake
| believing me | have . . . believe i.e., upon my |
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your senses, that you may the better judge. If there
| honor, you may believe me | Censure judge |
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be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to
| senses intellect, understanding |
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him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than
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3.2.20 |
his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose
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against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved
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Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you
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rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that
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Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved
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3.2.25 |
me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice
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at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was
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ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy
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for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
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ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bond-
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3.2.30 |
man? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who
| bondman slave | offended wronged |
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is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any,
| rude barbarous |
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speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so vile
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that will not love his country? If any, speak, for him
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have I offended. I pause for a reply.
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All
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3.2.35 |
None, Brutus, none.
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BRUTUS
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Then none have I offended. I have done no more to
| I . . . Brutus i.e., what I have done to Caesar |
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Caesar than you shall do to Brutus. The question of
| you will be justified in doing to me (if I do |
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his death is enrolled in the Capitol; his glory not
| the wrongs Caesar has done) |
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extenuated, wherein he was worthy, nor his offences
| question . . . enrolled the justification for |
3.2.40 |
enforced, for which he suffered death.
| his death is on record |
| | extenuated minimized |
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Enter MARK ANTONY [and others] with CAESAR's body.
| enforced overemphasized |
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Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who,
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though he had no hand in his death, shall receive
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the benefit of his dying, a place in the
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commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
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3.2.45 |
I depart, that, as I slew my best lover for the
| best lover dearest friend |
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good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself,
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when it shall please my country to need my death.
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All
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Live, Brutus! live, live!
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First Plebeian
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Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
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Second Plebeian
| Second Plebeian (There was a different |
3.2.50 |
Give him a statue with his ancestors.
| "Second Plebeian" who left to hear Cassius |
| | speak.) |
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Third Plebeian
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Let him be Caesar.
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Fourth Plebeian
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Caesar's better parts
| parts qualities |
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Shall be crown'd in Brutus.
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First Plebeian
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We'll bring him to his house
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With shouts and clamours.
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BRUTUS
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My countrymen
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Second Plebeian
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Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
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First Plebeian
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Peace, ho!
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BRUTUS
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3.2.55 |
Good countrymen, let me depart alone,
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And, for my sake, stay here with Antony:
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Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech
| Do grace pay respect |
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Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony,
| grace his speech i.e., listen courteously to |
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By our permission, is allow'd to make.
| Antony's speech | Tending to concerning |
3.2.60 |
I do entreat you, not a man depart,
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Save I alone, till Antony have spoke.
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Exit [Brutus].
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First Plebeian
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Stay, ho! and let us hear Mark Antony.
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Third Plebeian
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Let him go up into the public chair;
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We'll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.
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ANTONY
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3.2.65 |
For Brutus' sake, I am beholding to you.
| beholding to indebted to |
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[Goes into the pulpit.]
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Fourth Plebeian
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What does he say of Brutus?
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Third Plebeian
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He says, for Brutus' sake,
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He finds himself beholding to us all.
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Fourth Plebeian
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'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
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First Plebeian
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This Caesar was a tyrant.
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Third Plebeian
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Nay, that's certain:
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3.2.70 |
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
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Second Plebeian
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Peace! let us hear what Antony can say.
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ANTONY
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You gentle Romans
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Plebeians
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Peace, ho! let us hear him.
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ANTONY
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
| lend me your ears i.e., grant me a moment |
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I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
| of your attention |
3.2.75 |
The evil that men do lives after them;
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The good is oft interred with their bones;
| oft interred often buried |
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So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
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Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
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If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
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3.2.80 |
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
| answer'd it paid for it |
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Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest
| under leave by permission |
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For Brutus is an honourable man;
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So are they all, all honourable men
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Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
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3.2.85 |
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
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But Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And Brutus is an honourable man.
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He hath brought many captives home to Rome
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Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
| general coffers public treasury |
3.2.90 |
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
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When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
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Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
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Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And Brutus is an honourable man.
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3.2.95 |
You all did see that on the Lupercal
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I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
| I . . . crown (See Casca's account of this, |
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Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
| beginning at 1.2.221
.) |
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Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
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And, sure, he is an honourable man.
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3.2.100 |
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
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But here I am to speak what I do know.
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You all did love him once, not without cause:
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What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
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O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
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3.2.105 |
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
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My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
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And I must pause till it come back to me.
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First Plebeian
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Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
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Second Plebeian
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If thou consider rightly of the matter,
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3.2.110 |
Caesar has had great wrong.
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Third Plebeian
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Has he, masters?
| masters good sirs |
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I fear there will a worse come in his place.
| will a worse come in his place i.e., he will |
| | be succeeded by someone worse |
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Fourth Plebeian
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Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
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Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
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First Plebeian
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If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
| dear abide it pay dearly for it |
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Second Plebeian
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3.2.115 |
Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
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Third Plebeian
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There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
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Fourth Plebeian
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Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
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ANTONY
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But yesterday the word of Caesar might
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Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
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3.2.120 |
And none so poor to do him reverence.
| none . . . reverence there is no one so lowly |
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O masters, if I were disposed to stir
| that he owes reverence to him |
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Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
| mutiny riot, rebellion |
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I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
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Who, you all know, are honourable men:
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3.2.125 |
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
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To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
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Than I will wrong such honourable men.
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But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
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I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
| closet study, private room |
3.2.130 |
Let but the commons hear this testament
| commons common people |
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Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read
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And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
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And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
| napkins handkerchiefs |
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Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
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3.2.135 |
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
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Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
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Unto their issue.
| issue children |
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Fourth Plebeian
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We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
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All
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The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.
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ANTONY
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3.2.140 |
Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it.
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It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.
| meet fitting |
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You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
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And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,
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It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
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3.2.145 |
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
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For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
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Fourth Plebeian
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Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
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You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
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ANTONY
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Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
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3.2.150 |
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it.
| o'ershot myself said more than I should |
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I fear I wrong the honourable men
| have |
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Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.
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Fourth Plebeian
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They were traitors: honourable men!
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All
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The will! the testament!
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Second Plebeian
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3.2.155 |
They were villains, murderers: the will!
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read the will.
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ANTONY
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You will compel me, then, to read the will?
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Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,
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And let me show you him that made the will.
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3.2.160 |
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
| leave permission |
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All
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Come down.
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Second Plebeian
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Descend.
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Third Plebeian
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You shall have leave.
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[ANTONY comes down from the pulpit.]
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Fourth Plebeian
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A ring; stand round.
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First Plebeian
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3.2.165 |
Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
| from away from | hearse bier |
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Second Plebeian
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Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
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ANTONY
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Nay, press not so upon me; stand farre off.
| farre farther |
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All
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Stand back; room; bear back.
| room make room | bear move |
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ANTONY
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If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
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3.2.170 |
You all do know this mantle. I remember
| mantle cloak, toga |
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The first time ever Caesar put it on;
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'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
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That day he overcame the Nervii:
| the Nervii a Belgian tribe (Caesar's victory |
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Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through:
| over them in 57 B.C. was celebrated in |
3.2.175 |
See what a rent the envious Casca made;
| Rome.) | rent gash | envious spiteful |
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Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
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And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
| pluck'd jerked | steel i.e., dagger |
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Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
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As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
| As as if | to be resolved to find out for sure |
3.2.180 |
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
| unkindly cruelly and unnaturally |
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For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
| angel guardian angel; best beloved |
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Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!
| dearly dearly, also, at what great expense |
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This was the most unkindest cut of all;
| most unkindest cut (In Shakespeare's time |
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For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
| there wasn't no rule about no double |
3.2.185 |
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
| negatives or nothing like that.) |
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Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
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And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
| in . . . face i.e., covering his face with his |
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Even at the base of Pompey's statue,
| cloak |
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Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
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3.2.190 |
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
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Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
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Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
| flourish'd celebrated its triumph; waved its |
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O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
| weapon |
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The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
| dint painful sense |
3.2.195 |
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
| gracious drops i.e., tears of honor and grace |
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Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
| vesture garment |
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[Lifting Caesar's mantle.]
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Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
| marr'd marred, disfigured | with by |
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First Plebeian
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O piteous spectacle!
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Second Plebeian
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O noble Caesar!
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Third Plebeian
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3.2.200 |
O woeful day!
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Fourth Plebeian
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O traitors, villains!
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First Plebeian
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O most bloody sight!
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Second Plebeian
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We will be revenged.
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All
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Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!
| About! to work!; let's do it! |
3.2.205 |
Let not a traitor live!
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ANTONY
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Stay, countrymen.
| Stay i.e., hang on, wait a minute |
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First Plebeian
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Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
| Peace there! Shut up, you people! |
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Second Plebeian
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We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with
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him.
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ANTONY
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3.2.210 |
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
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To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
| mutiny rebellion, riot |
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They that have done this deed are honourable:
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What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
| private griefs personal grievances |
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That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
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3.2.215 |
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
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I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
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I am no orator, as Brutus is;
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But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
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That love my friend; and that they know full well
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3.2.220 |
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
| leave permission |
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For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
| wit . . . utterance intelligence, vocabulary, |
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Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
| reputation, eloquent gestures, polished |
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To stir men's blood; I only speak right on;
| delivery | right on without premeditation, |
|
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
| i.e., what I really think |
3.2.225 |
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
| dumb silent |
|
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
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And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
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Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
| ruffle up your spirits raise your hackles, |
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In every wound of Caesar that should move
| stir to anger | move provoke |
3.2.230 |
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
| mutiny run amok |
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All
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We'll mutiny.
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First Plebeian
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We'll burn the house of Brutus.
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Third Plebeian
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Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
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ANTONY
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Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
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All
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Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!
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ANTONY
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3.2.235 |
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
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Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?
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Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
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You have forgot the will I told you of.
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All
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Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
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ANTONY
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3.2.240 |
Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal.
| under Caesar's seal i.e., authenticated by |
|
To every Roman citizen he gives,
| Caesar >>>
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To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
| several individual | drachmas silver coins >>>
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Second Plebeian
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Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
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Third Plebeian
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O royal Caesar!
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ANTONY
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3.2.245 |
Hear me with patience.
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All
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Peace, ho!
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ANTONY
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Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
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His private arbours and new-planted orchards,
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On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
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3.2.250 |
And to your heirs for evercommon pleasures,
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To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
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Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
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First Plebeian
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Never, never. Come, away, away!
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We'll burn his body in the holy place,
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3.2.255 |
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
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Take up the body.
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Second Plebeian
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Go fetch fire.
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Third Plebeian
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Pluck down benches.
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Fourth Plebeian
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Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
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Exeunt Plebeians [with the body].
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ANTONY
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3.2.260 |
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
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Take thou what course thou wilt!
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Enter a Servant.
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How now, fellow!
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Servant
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Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
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ANTONY
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Where is he?
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Servant
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He and Lepidus are at Caesar's house.
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ANTONY
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3.2.265 |
And thither will I straight to visit him:
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He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
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And in this mood will give us any thing.
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Servant
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I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
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Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
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ANTONY
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Belike they had some notice of the people,
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How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
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Exeunt
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