(Kneeling)- I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar desiring thee that Publius Cimber may have an immediate freedom of repel.
Are we all ready? What is now amiss that Caesar and his Senate must redress?
Speak hands for me!
(Kneeling)- Caesar, Pardon! As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, to beg restoration of citizenship for Publius Cimber.
Et tu Brute?
Stoop, Romans, stoop and let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood besmear our swords.
That's all I seek, and am moreover suitor that I may produce his body to the marketplace, and in the pulpit, as becomes a friend, speak in the order of his funeral.
You shall Mark Antony.
You know not what you do. Do not consent that Antony speak in his funeral. Know you how much the people may be moved by which he will utter?
Oh, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood.
Oh, masters, if I were disposed to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus and Cassius wrong, who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong; I rather choose to wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, than I will wrong such honorable men.
Good countrymen, let me depart alone, and, for my sake, stay here with Antony. Do grace to Caesar's corpse, and grace his speech tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony, by our permission, is allowed to make.