Marc Antony:
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as *Brutus* is; but, as you know me all, a plain blunt man that loved my friend, and that they know full well that gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech to stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know, show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, and bid them speak for me. 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!
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