Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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4. 4.
4. Now marke him, he begins againe to speake.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. But yesterday, the word of Cæsar might
Ant. Haue stood against the World: Now lies he there,
Ant. And none so poore to do him reuerence.
Ant. O Maisters! If I were dispos'd to stirre
Ant. Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage,
Ant. I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong:
Ant. Who (you all know) are Honourable men.
Ant. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose
Ant. To wrong the dead, to wrong my selfe and you,
Ant. Then I will wrong such Honourable men.
Ant. But heere's a Parchment, with the Seale of Cæsar,
Ant. I found it in his Closset, 'tis his Will:
Ant. Let but the Commons heare this Testament:
Ant. (Which pardon me) I do not meane to reade,
Ant. And they would go and kisse dead Cæsars wounds,
Ant. And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood;
Ant. Yea, begge a haire of him for Memory,