Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends, I must not read it.
Ant. It is not meete you know how Cæsar lou'd you:
Ant. You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but men:
Ant. And being men, hearing the Will of Cæsar,
Ant. It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
Ant. 'Tis good you know not that you are his Heires,
Ant. For if you should, O what would come of it?
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4 Read the Will, wee'l heare it Antony:
4 You shall reade vs the Will, Cæsars Will.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Will you be Patient? Will you stay a‑while?
Ant. I haue o're‑shot my selfe to tell you of it,
Ant. I feare I wrong the Honourable men,
Ant. Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Cæsar: I do feare it.
4 They were Traitors: Honourable men?
All. All.
All. The Will, the Testament.
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