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Julius Cæsar, III. i  Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters stand, Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe. O world, thou wast the forest to this hart, And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee. How like a deer, stricken by many princes, Dost thou here lie!

Cas. Mark Antony,—

Ant.Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Cæsar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cæsar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends, Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

Ant. Therefore I took your hands, but was indeed Sway'd from the point by looking down on Cæsar. Friends am I with you all, and love you all, Upon this hope, that you shall give me reasons Why and wherein Cæsar was dangerous.

Bru. Or else were this a savage spectacle. Our reasons are so full of good regard That were you, Antony, the son of Cæsar, You should be satisfied.

Ant.That's all I seek: And am moreover suitor that I may Produce his body to the market-place, And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, Speak in the order of his funeral.

Bru. You shall, Mark Antony.

Cas.Brutus, a word with you.  206 Sign'd spoil: bearing the bloody mark of thy slaughter lethe: death (?) 212 this: all that he has just been saying 213 modesty: moderation 216 prick'd in number: marked in the list 224 good regard: what deserves approbation 228 Produce: carry forth 230 order: course 