Julius Caesar

Antony

Let but the commons hear this 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.

Caesar

                      Hence!  Wilt thou lift up Olympus?

Decius Brutus

[Coming forward]

Caesar

Casca

[Coming forward]
[Casca first, then the other Conspirators, and finally Brutus stab Caesar.]

Caesar

[Caesar dies.]

Cinna

Cassius

Brutus

Casca

Decius Brutus

Brutus

Cinna

Metellus Cimber

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

[Re-enter Trebonius.]

Cassius

Trebonius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Decius Brutus

Cassius

[Enter Antony’s Servant.]

Brutus

Servant

Brutus

Servant

[Exit Servant.]

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

[Re-enter Antony.]

Antony

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Antony

Cassius

Antony

Cassius

Antony

Brutus

Antony

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Cassius

Brutus

Antony

Brutus

[Exit all but Antony.]

Antony

[Enter Octavius' Servant.]

Octavius' Servant

Antony

Octavius' Servant

[Seeing the body]

Antony

Octavius' Servant

Antony

[Exit with Caesar's body.]

Brutus

It must be by his death; and, for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crowned —
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him
That at his will he may do danger with.

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