_1 Ple._ We'll burn the house of Brutus.

 

_3 Ple._ Away, then! Come, seek the conspirators.

 

_Ant._ Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

 

_All._ Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony.

 

_Ant._ Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Caesar thus

deserv'd your loves? Alas! you know not!--I must tell you then. You have forgot

the will I told you of.

 

_Ple._ Most true;--the will!--let's stay, and hear the will.

 

_Ant._ Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he

gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

 

_2 Ple._ Most noble Caesar!--we'll revenge his death.

 

_3 Ple._ O royal Caesar!

 

_Ant._ Hear me with patience.

 

_All._ Peace, ho!