_Ant._ Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours, 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 Caesar! When comes such another?

 

_1 Ple._ 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.

 

_2 Ple._ Go, fetch fire.

 

_3 Ple._ Pluck down benches.

 

_4 Ple._ Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [_Exeunt Citizens, with the body._

 

_Ant._ Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou

wilt!

 

To unify single, auditors into a crowd, express their common needs, aspirations,

dangers, and emotions, deliver your message so that the interests of one shall

appear to be the interests of all. The conviction of one man is intensified in

proportion as he finds others sharing his belief--_and feeling_. Antony does not

stop with telling the Roman populace that Caesar fell--he makes the tragedy

universal: