testament-- Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read-- And they would go and kiss

dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair

of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as

a rich legacy Unto their issue.

 

_4 Ple._ We'll hear the will: Read it, Mark Antony.

 

_All._ The will! the will! we will hear Caesar's will.

 

_Ant._ Have patience, gentle friends: I must not read it; It is not meet you

know how Caesar lov'd 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, oh, what

would come of it!

 

_4 Ple._ Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony! You shall read us the will!

Caesar's will!

 

_Ant._ 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 stab'd

Caesar; I do fear it.

 

_4 Ple._ They were traitors: Honorable men!

 

_All._ The will! the testament!