Marc Antony:
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember the first time ever Caesar put it on. It was 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 stabbed, and, as he plucked his cursed steel away, mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, as rushing out of doors, to be resolved if Brutus so unkindly knocked or no. For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel! Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all! For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, quite vanquished him, then *burst* his mighty heart, and, in his mantle muffling up his face, even at the base of Pompey's statue, which all the while ran *blood*, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen. Then I, and you, and *all* of us fell down, whilst bloody treason flourished over us!
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