2 Ple. If thou consider rightly of the matter,
    Caesar has had great wrong.

    3 Ple. Has he, masters? 
    I fear there will a worse come in his place.

    4 Ple. Mark’d ye his words?  He would not take the crown;
    Therefore, ’tis certain, he was not ambitious.

    1 Ple. If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

    2 Ple. Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

    3 Ple. There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

    4 Ple. Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Ant. But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world:  now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.  Oh, masters! if I were dispos’d to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men.  I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.  But here’s a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet; ’tis his will:  Let but the commons hear this testament—­ Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—­ And they would go and kiss dead Caesar’s wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.

    4 Ple. We’ll hear the will:  Read it, Mark Antony.

    All. The will! the will! we will hear Caesar’s will.

Ant. Have patience, gentle friends:  I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar lov’d you.  You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad:  ’Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, oh, what would come of it!

    4 Ple. Read the will; we’ll hear it, Antony! 
    You shall read us the will!  Caesar’s will!

Ant. Will you be patient?  Will you stay awhile?  I have o’ershot myself, to tell you of it.  I fear I wrong the honorable men Whose daggers have stab’d Caesar; I do fear it.

    4 Ple. They were traitors:  Honorable men!

    All. The will! the testament!

    2 Ple. They were villains, murtherers!  The will!  Read the will!

Ant. You will compel me then to read the will?  Then, make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me shew you him that made the will.  Shall I descend?  And will you give me leave?

    All. Come down.

    2 Ple. Descend. [He comes down from the Rostrum.

    3 Ple. You shall have leave.

    4 Ple. A ring; stand round.

    1 Ple. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.