1 O Antony, beg not your death of us.
2 Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
3 Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
4 When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
5 There is tears, for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death, for his ambition.
6 It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general.
7 That by proscription and bills of outlawry Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus Have put to death an hundred Senators.
8 Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.
9 No place will please me so, no means of death, As here by Caesar, and by you cut off, The choice and master spirits of this age.
10 Impatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong; for with her death That tidings came.
11 Those that will hear me speak, let 'em stay here; Those that will follow Cassius, go with him; And public reasons shall be rendered Of Caesar's death.'
12 Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
13 The question of his death is enroll'd in the Capitol, his glory not extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences enforc'd, for which he suffered death.
14 Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards; For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
15 The throng that follows Caesar at the heels, Of Senators, of Praetors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
16 I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death's hour; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world.
17 If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him, and be resolv'd How Caesar hath deserv'd to lie in death, Mark Antony shall not love Caesar dead So well as Brutus living; but will follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, With all true faith.
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