1 We are blest that Rome is rid of him.
2 Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
3 Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.
4 He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.
5 There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
6 Here is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome, No Rome of safety for Octavius yet.
7 I heard him say Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
8 Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.
9 No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome; He bears too great a mind.
10 If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
11 Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us.
12 But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
13 Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which so many smiling Romans bath'd, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
14 I will this night, In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings, all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.