4 Citizen.—We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
Citizens.—The will, the will! we will hear Cæsar's will.
Antony.—Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Cæsar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Cæsar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs, For if you should, O, what would come of it!
4 Citizen.—Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will,—Cæsar's will.
Antony.—Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. I fear I wrong the honorable men Whose daggers have stabbed Cæsar; I do fear it.
4 Citizen.—They were traitors: honorable men!
Citizens.—The will! the testament!
2 Citizen.—They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will!
Antony.—You will compel me, then, to read the will! Then make a ring about the corse of Cæsar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
Citizens.—Come down.