In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. ALL. We'll mutiny. 1. PLEB. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3. PLEB. Away then! Come, seek the conspirators. ANTONY. Yet hear me, countrymen. Yet hear me speak. ALL. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony! ANTONY. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not! I must tell you then. You have forgot the will I told you of. ALL. Most true! The will! Let's stay and hear the will. ANTONY. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death! 2. PLEB. 3. PLEB. O royal Caesar! Hear me with patience. ANTONY. ALL. Peace, ho! ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever - common pleasures, To walk abroad and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! When comes such another? 1. PLEB. Never, never! Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body. 2. PLEB. Go fetch fire! 3. PLEB. Pluck down benches! 4. PLEB. Pluck down forms, windows, anything! Exeunt Plebeians [with the body].
In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. ALL. We'll mutiny. 1. PLEB. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3. PLEB. Away then! Come, seek the conspirators. ANTONY. Yet hear me, countrymen. Yet hear me speak. ALL. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony! ANTONY. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not! I must tell you then. You have forgot the will I told you of. ALL. Most true! The will! Let's stay and hear the will. ANTONY. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 2. PLEB. Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death! 3. PLEB. O royal Caesar! ANTONY. Hear me with patience. ALL. Peace, ho! ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever - common pleasures, To walk abroad and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! When comes such another? 1. PLEB. Never, never! Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body. 2. PLEB. Go fetch fire! 3. PLEB. Pluck down benches! 4. PLEB. Pluck down forms, windows, anything! Exeunt Plebeians [with the body].