All.—Most true;—the will!—let's stay and hear the will.
Antony.—Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal:— To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2 Citizen.—Most noble Cæsar!—we'll revenge his death.
3 Citizen.—O royal Cæsar!
Antony.—Hear me with patience.
Citizens.—Peace, ho!
Antony.—Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, and new-planted orchards On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs forever,—common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another?
1 Citizen.—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...... [Exeunt Citizens, with the body.]
Antony.—Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt.
SHAKESPEARE.