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Läsebok. iS:o 94.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
0, judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. — Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And 1 must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
0 masters! If I were dispos’d to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
1 should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men.
But here’s a parchment with the seal of Cæsar;
I found it in his closet: ’tis his will:
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, dviuo- mention it within their wills,
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Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy,
Unto their issue.
Citizens. The will, the will! we will hear Caesars will!
Ant. Have patience, gentle friends; I must not read it:
It is not meet you know how Cæsar 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. 0! what would come of it?
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time Cæsar ever put it on;
Twas on a summer’s evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nervii.
Look! in this place, ran Cassius’ dagger through:
See, what a rent the envious Casca made:
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d;
And, as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv’d
If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel:
Judge, 0 ye gods, how dearly Cæsar lov’d him!
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