Come, come, the cause: if arguing make us sweat. Mischief, thou art afoot. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Mark Antony, in the play The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, was a brave, intelligent, pleasure-loving, and cunning man. Be gone! He is address'd: press near and second him. I fear there will a worse come in his place. And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear. Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! Who's that? He asked them to let him make a speech during Caesarâs burial and the conspirators allowed it but they had absolutely no idea how much damage that speech was going to cause to their plans. Where I left reading? Ride, ride, Messala: let them all come down. occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Where, where, Messala, doth his body lie? Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. This scene has taken place in the roman forum. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral. mend me, thou saucy fellow! But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Come, therefore, and to Thasos send his body: And come, young Cato; let us to the field. That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar. Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. (Click the character infographic to download.) For ever, and for ever, farewell, Brutus! That every nice offence should bear his comment. What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck, Reviving blood, and that great men shall press. How I had moved them. Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. For your part. 'Tis good. No, not for all the world. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. 'Tis Caesar that you mean; is it not, Cassius? Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Remember March, the ides of March remember: Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth. And I must pause till it come back to me. look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at. It must be by his death: and for my part. You look pale and gaze. Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine, The three-fold world divided, he should stand. Send word to you he would be there to-morrow. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel. Caesar dismisses the warning of a "dreamer". Let us go. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man. That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth. Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar. I'll tell the news. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Tending to Caesar's glories; which Mark Antony. Is not that he t hat lies upon the ground? He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. Of senators, of praetors, common suitors, I'll get me to a place more void, and there. But the one man who expressed this more than any one in Rome was his loyal friend and aide, Mark Antony. BRUTUS Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar: Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. But since the affairs of men rest still incertain. And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Caesar at the heels. Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke. Mark'd ye his words? Brutus was a very naive character in this play as he made the huge mistake of underestimating Antony. Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see. That he is grown so great? Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle? Whiles they behold a greater than themselves. Speak, what trade art thou? Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war. And, yes, this is the same Mark Antony who has a torrid love affair with Cleopatra and goes down in … Why birds and beasts from quality and kind, Why all these things change from their ordinance, To monstrous quality,--why, you shall find. And put on fear and cast yourself in wonder. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself. We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition. Hold, my hand: Be factious for redress of all these griefs, Now know you, Casca, I have moved already, Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans. O, that a man might know. To find out you. And then he offered it the third, time; he put it the third time by: and still as he, refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their, chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because, Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked, Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and, for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of. There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony. Give me the gown. 'Shall Rome, & c.' Thus must I piece it out: Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? With all kind love, good thoughts, and reverence. Assumption: The question refers to “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears" the first line of a speech by Mark Antony in the play Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare. Antony is a good friend of Julius Caesar who launches himself into a major position of power over the course of the play. Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Hie hence, and tell him so. his eyes are red as fire with weeping. 'Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, I will with patience hear, and find a time. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down. The multitude, beside themselves with fear. I shall recount hereafter; for this present. And when I ask'd you what the matter was. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever livèd in the tide of times. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: Most true. Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: And these does she apply for warnings, and portents. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Either led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will. That tidings came;--with this she fell distract. What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans. Sit thee down, Clitus: slaying is the word; It is a deed in fashion. To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. I prithee, Strato, stay thou by thy lord: Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it: Hold then my sword, and turn away thy face. With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold. Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. So, I am free; yet would not so have been. To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you. And look you lay it in the praetor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this. [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me. To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. Shakespeare’s Mark Antony speech is an eulogy to Julius Caesar. To lock such rascal counters from his friends. In both his eulogy for Caesar and the play as a whole, Antony is adept at tailoring his words and actions to his audiences’ desires. hear you aught of her in yours? Live a thousand years. Why, there was a crown offered him: and being. What watchful cares do interpose themselves. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? The character of Mark Antony develops throughout the play as the play progresses Antony’s love and ambition towards Caesar will change him into a ruthless tyrant as Caesar was before his death. Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. awake your senses, that you may the better judge. There is tears for his love; joy for his, fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his, ambition. Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet in all my life, So fare you well at once; for Brutus' tongue. Statilius show'd the torch-light, but, my lord. My answer back. There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was, valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I, slew him. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon, to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I, recover them. In conclusion we can say that Antony was a very complex person as his personality completely changed. And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Bid our commanders lead their charges off, Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man. fire-brands: to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'. There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart. one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; All my engagements I will construe to thee. I will do so: till then, think of the world. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word. Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! If not, 'tis true this parting was well made. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. And took his voice who should be prick'd to die. You have done that you should be sorry for. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words: Witness the hole you made in Caesar's heart,... 46. Alas, thou hast misconstrued every thing! We will be satisfied; let us be satisfied. O judgment! Noble, noble Cassius. Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--. read the will. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented. The above video is the speech Mark Antony gave at Caesarâs burial. Come hither, good Volumnius; list a word. Stand fast, Titinius: we must out and talk. For this time I will leave you: To-morrow, if you please to speak with me. With this, I depart,--that, as I slew my best lover for the. In this speech Antony addresses the public and states that âthe evil that men do lives after them but the good is oft interrÃ¨d with their bonesâ and then goes on to remind them of all the good in Caesar as he feels that they only remember his shortcomings. His private arbours and new-planted orchards. In this play Antony spoke after him in order to help him to argue against his point. That we have tried the utmost of our friends. In the play Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare is able to write the character of Mark Antony in a splendid fashion. think you to walk forth? There is no stir or walking in the streets; In favour's like the work we have in hand. He says that it wouldnât do them any good to know how much Caesar loved them as they arenât âwoodâ or âstonesâ but men and therefore they have emotions. Now in his second speech Antony tells the people that no one is humble enough to show Caesar respect. house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go! Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em: I have made strong proof of my constancy. Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,', As a sick girl. They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Here it is, I think. good morrow, worthy Caesar: And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. I do fear, the people. Fare thee well. The play focuses on mainly two of the conspirator Brutus and Cassius who believe in different things. Then he. The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. must I endure all this? How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! In ranks and squadrons and right form of war. Where never Roman shall take note of him. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, That you have no such mirrors as will turn. Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. They pick up Caesarâs corpse to go burn it and then burn the traitors houses. But it was famed with more than with one man? Ill spirit, I would hold more talk with thee. Gorging and feeding from our soldiers' hands; This morning are they fled away and gone; And in their steads do ravens, crows and kites. Friends, I owe more tears. hear me for my, cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me, for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that, you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em. That you might see your shadow. Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Would you were not sick! How Caesar hath deserved to lie in death, So well as Brutus living; but will follow, Thorough the hazards of this untrod state. And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. He reads it and then asks âhere was a Caesar! Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note. And, dying, mention it within their wills. Are full of rest, defense, and nimbleness. Words before blows: is it so, countrymen? Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand. He was one of Caesarâs closest friends and had a reputation for being sporty and carefree. thou art fled to brutish beasts. But 'tis a common proof. Brutus is stoic and Cassius is epicurean. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. I kill'd not thee with half so good a will. they murder Caesar!' And show the reason of our Caesar's death: Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies. however, brutus was one of caesar’s assassins. Antony is loyal to Caesar, both as a friend and as a patron. To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: That Tiber trembled underneath her banks. Stand not to answer: here, take thou the hilts; And, when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now. Twice during Lupercal and again at Caesar's house, he makes short statements indicating that he is loyal to Caesar as dictator and as a friend. Cassius, what night is this! If he should stay at home to-day for fear. Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, From that it is disposed: therefore it is meet. No man bears sorrow better. And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. Ha, ha! With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome. Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, A common slave--you know him well by sight--, Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn. I thank thee, Brutus. And later the protagonist of Antony and Cleopatra. Lucius! O murderous slumber. To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony: Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts. Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watch'd. Have stood against the world; now lies he there. I am not well in health, and that is all. Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears. Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round. And so it is. And so bestow these papers as you bade me. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others, Alarum. He was loyal to his friend, Caesar, whom he considered a true friend. How like a deer, strucken by many princes. Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Caesar." Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest. ( Log Out / If any, speak; for him have I offended. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is. ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are. Why did you so cry out, sirs, in your sleep? Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better. Then take we down his load, and turn him off. Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius? I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jigging fools? Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius. Must end that work the ides of March begun; And whether we shall meet again I know not. who comes here? As, by our hands and this our present act. On his way to the arena, Caesar is stopped by a stranger who warns that he should “Beware the Ides (15th) of March”. Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Antony never actually criticised Brutus in his speech as he knew that if he had done so in that moment the crowds would have probably killed him. You shall not in your funeral speech blame us. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees, Then, lest he may, prevent. Fly o'er our heads and downward look on us, As we were sickly prey: their shadows seem. Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true: Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death. Post back with speed, and tell him what hath chanced: Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome. And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom and liberty! Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. How covert matters may be best disclosed. Young man, thou couldst not die more honourable. Marullus and Flavius, two Roman Tribunes, scold a crowd of common Roman people for their blind hero-worship of Julius Caesar. As that same ague which hath made you lean. To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths. Methinks there is much reason in his sayings. Caesar, all hail! To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts. Tell him, so please him come unto this place. That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork. Fuelled by his own passion, he is now preparing for the Grade 5 exams for Classical Guitar - mentored by a musician par excellence, his own teacher at school- Mr Bipul Chhetri. Sirrah, what news? Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart; And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. That noble minds keep ever with their likes; Caesar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus: If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear: And since you know you cannot see yourself. For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. Hence! Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I, meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's, matters, but with awl. Are then in council; and the state of man. Re-enter MESSALA, with BRUTUS, CATO, STRATO, VOLUMNIUS, and LUCILIUS, Alarum. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. Caesar must bleed for it! Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart; Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive. That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Have had to resort to you: for here have been, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces. Come, brands ho! Both meet to hear and answer such high things. If this were true, then should I know this secret. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Dear my lord. Good Volumnius. That plays thee music? Why, then, lead on. By William Shakespeare (from Julius Caesar, spoken by Marc Antony) Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. He should not humour me. I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head. Sennet. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, Him and his worth and our great need of him. That of yourself which you yet know not of. O, I grow faint. That is no fleering tell-tale. Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass. If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made. home, you idle creatures get you home: Of your profession? what, Lucius! Belike they had some notice of the people. My spirit from mine eyes! Fare you well, my lord. View more posts. Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome. The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground. The livelong day, with patient expectation. and did not they. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus. Never come such division 'tween our souls! That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far. I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat. And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony, Have made themselves so strong:--for with her death. Here will I stand till Caesar pass along. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well. 45. To speak and strike? must I stand and crouch. To cut the head off and then hack the limbs. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar. Thou shouldst attempt it. I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time. That fret the clouds are messengers of day. For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! Sway'd from the point, by looking down on Caesar. Character Analysis Antony Prior to Caesar's assassination, Antony makes four brief appearances in which he speaks a total of five lines. [Aside] That every like is not the same, O Caesar. O, he lights too. To seek you at your house. 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent. For the repealing of my banish'd brother? A prize no less in worth: keep this man safe; Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock. Cry 'Caesar!' Caesar should be a beast without a heart. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. It was well done; and thou shalt sleep again; This is a sleepy tune. A Soothsayer gets his attention and tells him to "beware the ides of March" (March 15). As proper men as ever trod upon. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such honour. Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart. Musing and sighing, with your arms across. And then I swore thee, saving of thy life. And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd. Shrunk to this little measure? Peace, peace! Where do I, dwell? A piece of work that will make sick men whole. Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed. It comes straightforwardly after the death of Caesar, which happens in the main scene of Act 3, the unfortunate event that the whole play was leading up to and now everybody’s managing the aftermath. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. when comes such another? An I had been a man of any. Bring him with triumph home unto his house. To mask thy monstrous visage? speak once again. The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. these things are beyond all use. We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. On this side Tiber; he hath left them you. We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: And he shall say you are not well to-day: And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. Did I not meet thy friends? See whether their basest metal be not moved; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. The will! You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Kill! wherefore rise you now? He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question. And tell me what thou notest about the field. I will be here again, even with a thought. thou naughty knave, what trade? So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world 'This was a man!'. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? For so much trash as may be grasped thus? Begin it with weak straws: what trash is Rome, What rubbish and what offal, when it serves, Where hast thou led me? Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods. Kabir has a Black Belt in Taekwondo and practices the art everyday. Hark thee, Clitus. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; Speak your griefs softly: I do know you well. Hold thou my sword-hilts, whilst I run on it. And drive away the vulgar from the streets: So do you too, where you perceive them thick. If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Ha! he fell. Of late with passions of some difference. Who is here so. Shakespeare presents Mark Antony at the beginning of the play as a man who is loyal, but after Caesar dies in the middle of the play’s action, he becomes shrewd, and at by the end of the play, he is domineering and dictatorial. Poor soul! The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me 'Darest thou, Cassius, now. it is a piece of ceremonial discourse as well as a causal argument. Let me see, let me see; is not the leaf turn'd down. Upon the word. Such instigations have been often dropp'd. When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself. 47. Heâs leading them on but he doesnât actually read it, heâs inciting their curiosity and slowly changing the minds of the people, first by praising Caesar and now by whipping out this will. Not that we love words better, as you do. And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot; Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels. Julius Caesar was a very honourable man and was respected by many. It is no matter; Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Portia, what mean you? When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing, Who else would soar above the view of men. Good morrow, Antony. You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! The posture of your blows are yet unknown; But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, MESSALA, LUCILIUS, and the army. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced. opening my lips and receiving the bad air. I know that we shall have him well to friend. Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; But let not therefore my good friends be grieved--, Among which number, Cassius, be you one--. How hard it is for women to keep counsel! I think he will stand very strong with us. Why, now thou diest as bravely as Titinius; There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight; Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure. In several hands, in at his windows throw, Writings all tending to the great opinion, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely. They gave him reasons for killing Caesar and Antony pretended to be fine with it and shook hands with the conspirators. So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers. Farewell to you; and you; and you, Volumnius. Are to the world in general as to Caesar. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, He bears too great a mind. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed. And touch thy instrument a strain or two? After all the citizens exit with Caesarâs body, Antony says, ânow, let it work. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats. Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: He hath brought many captives home to Rome. By playing up this honorable sacrifice and declaring that there is no better place to die than alongside Caesar, Antony gets Brutus to trust him. Come to our tent till we have done our conference. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines. Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now: the senate have concluded. Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth, I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds, Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen. Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it. Since the conspirators who killed Caesar perceived Antony as a casual and frivolous man, they decided not to kill him along with Caesar but this was their biggest mistake and I will explain why in the following paragraphs.
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