_2 Ple._ We will be reveng'd!

 

_All._ Revenge; about--seek--burn--fire--kill--day!--Let not a traitor live!

 

_Ant._ Stay, countrymen.

 

_1 Ple._ Peace there! Hear the noble Antony.

 

_2 Ple._ We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

 

_Ant._ Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden

flood of mutiny: They that have done this deed are honorable: What private

griefs they have, alas! I know not, That made them do it; they are wise, and

honorable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to

steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is; But as you know me all, a

plain blunt man, That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me

public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood. I only

speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show your sweet

Caesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I

Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits,

and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome

to rise and mutiny.

 

_All._ We'll mutiny!