Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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2. Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with
2. him.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not stirre (you vp
Ant. To such a sodaine Flood of Mutiny:
Ant. They that haue done this Deede, are honourable.
Ant. What priuate greefes they haue, alas I know not,
Ant. That made them do it: They are Wise, and Honourable,
Ant. And will no doubt with Reasons answer you.
Ant. I come not (Friends) to steale away your hearts,
Ant. I am no Orator, as Brutus is:
Ant. But (as you know me all) a plaine blunt man
Ant. That loue my Friend, and that they know full well,
Ant. That gaue me publike leaue to speake of him:
Ant. For I haue neyther writ nor words, nor worth,
Ant. Action, nor Vtterance, nor the power of Speech,
Ant. To stirre mens Blood. I onely speake right on:
Ant. I tell you that, which you your selues do know,
Ant. Shew you sweet Cæsars wounds, poor poor dum mouths
Ant. And bid them speake for me: But were I Brutus,