CITIZENS. Peace, ho! Hear Antony; most noble Antony. 

ANTONY. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not; I must tell you then. You have forgot the will I told you of. 

CITIZENS. Most true; the will!—let’s stay, and hear the will. 

ANTONY. Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 

SECOND CITIZEN. Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death. 

THIRD CITIZEN. O, royal Caesar! 

ANTONY. Hear me with patience. 

CITIZENS. Peace, ho! 

ANTONY. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbors, 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? 

FIRST CITIZEN. 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. 

SECOND CITIZEN. Go, fetch fire. 

THIRD CITIZEN. Pluck down benches. 

FOURTH CITIZEN. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. 

 [Exeunt Citizens, with the body.]

Citizens,

ANTONY. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! 

 Enter a Servant.

Servant

How now, fellow?

SERVANT. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. 

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