ACT 3
Scene 2

...me your hand.
Enter Brutus and Cassius with the Plebeians.
We will be satisfied! Let us be satisfied!

...Of Caesar’s death.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: I will hear Brutus speak.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: I will hear Cassius, and compare their reasons
When severally we hear them renderèd.
Cassius exits with some of the Plebeians. Brutus goes into the pulpit.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: The noble Brutus is ascended. Silence.

...for a reply.
None, Brutus, none.

...he suffered death.
Enter Mark Antony and others with Caesar’s body.

...need my death.
Live, Brutus, live, live!
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Bring him with triumph home unto his house.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Give him a statue with his ancestors.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Let him be Caesar.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Caesar’s better parts
Shall be crowned in Brutus.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: We’ll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors.

... My countrymen—
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Peace, silence! Brutus speaks.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Peace, ho!

...Antony have spoke.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Stay, ho, and let us hear Mark Antony!
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Let him go up into the public chair.
We’ll hear him.—Noble Antony, go up.

...into the pulpit.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: What does he say of Brutus?
THIRD PLEBEIAN: He says for Brutus’ sake
He finds himself beholding to us all.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: ’Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: This Caesar was a tyrant.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Nay, that’s certain.
We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.

...You gentle Romans—
Peace, ho! Let us hear him.

...to me.He weeps.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: If thou consider rightly of the matter,
Caesar has had great wrong.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Has he, masters?
I fear there will a worse come in his place.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Marked you his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Now mark him. He begins again to speak.

...Unto their issue.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: We’ll hear the will. Read it, Mark Antony.
The will, the will! We will hear Caesar’s will.

...come of it?
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Read the will! We’ll hear it, Antony.
You shall read us the will, Caesar’s will.

...do fear it.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: They were traitors. Honorable men?
The will! The testament!
SECOND PLEBEIAN: They were villains, murderers. The
will! Read the will.

...give me leave?
Come down.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Descend.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: You shall have leave.

... Antony descends.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: A ring; stand round.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Stand from the hearse. Stand from the body.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Room for Antony, most noble Antony.

...Stand far off.
Stand back! Room! Bear back!

...see with traitors.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: O piteous spectacle!
SECOND PLEBEIAN: O noble Caesar!
THIRD PLEBEIAN: O woeful day!
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: O traitors, villains!
FIRST PLEBEIAN: O most bloody sight!
SECOND PLEBEIAN: We will be revenged.
Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill!
Slay! Let not a traitor live!

... Stay, countrymen.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him,
we’ll die with him.

...rise and mutiny.
We’ll mutiny.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: We’ll burn the house of Brutus.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Away then. Come, seek the conspirators.

...hear me speak.
Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony!

...told you of.
Most true. The will! Let’s stay and hear the will.

...man, seventy-five drachmas.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: O royal Caesar!

...me with patience.
Peace, ho!

...comes such another?
FIRST PLEBEIAN: 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.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Go fetch fire.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Pluck down benches.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Pluck down forms, windows,
anything.
Plebeians exit with Caesar’s body.

Scene 3

...me to Octavius.
Enter Cinna the poet and after him the Plebeians.

...leads me forth.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: What is your name?
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Whither are you going?
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Where do you dwell?
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Are you a married man or a
bachelor?
SECOND PLEBEIAN: Answer every man directly.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Ay, and briefly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Ay, and wisely.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Ay, and truly, you were best.

...am a bachelor.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: That’s as much as to say they are
fools that marry. You’ll bear me a bang for that, I
fear. Proceed directly.

...to Caesar’s funeral.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: As a friend or an enemy?

...As a friend.
SECOND PLEBEIAN: That matter is answered directly.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: For your dwelling—briefly.

...by the Capitol.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Your name, sir, truly.

...name is Cinna.
FIRST PLEBEIAN: Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.

...Cinna the poet!
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: Tear him for his bad verses, tear him
for his bad verses!

...Cinna the conspirator.
FOURTH PLEBEIAN: It is no matter. His name’s Cinna.
Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him
going.
THIRD PLEBEIAN: Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho,
firebrands! To Brutus’, to Cassius’, burn all! Some
to Decius’ house, and some to Casca’s, some to
Ligarius’. Away, go!
All the Plebeians exit, carrying off Cinna.