If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.You all do know this mantle. I rememberThe first time ever Caesar put it on.’Twas on a summer’s evening in his tent,That day he overcame the Nervii.Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through.See what a rent the envious Casca made.Through this the well-belovèd Brutus stabbed,And, as he plucked his cursèd steel away,Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it,As rushing out of doors to be resolvedIf Brutus so unkindly knocked or no;For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel.Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!This was the most unkindest cut of all.For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart,And, in his mantle muffling up his face,Even at the base of Pompey’s statue(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!Then I and you and all of us fell down,Whilst bloody treason flourished over us.O, now you weep, and I perceive you feelThe dint of pity. These are gracious drops.Kind souls, what, weep you when you but beholdOur Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here

It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you.You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar,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?Read the will! We’ll hear it, Antony.You shall read us the will, Caesar’s will.Will you be patient? Will you stay awhile?I have o’ershot myself to tell you of it.I fear I wrong the honorable menWhose daggers have stabbed Caesar. I do fear it.They were traitors. Honorable men?The will! The testament!They were villains, murderers. Thewill! Read the will.You will compel me, then, to read the will?Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar,And let me show you him that made the will.Shall I descend? And will you give me leave?Come down.Descend.You shall have leave.A ring; stand round.Stand from the hearse. Stand from the body.Room for Antony, most noble Antony.Nay, press not so upon me. Stand far off.