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And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, 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 While bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.

Kind soul, why weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded?

Look you here; Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors."

(Observe how Antony now uses the words "traitors" quite freely, because he knows that it is in harmony with that which is in the minds of the Roman mob.)

First Citizen: "O piteous spectacle!"

Second Citizen: "O woeful day!"

Third Citizen: "O woeful day!"

First Citizen: "O most bloody sight!"

Second Citizen: "We will be revenged."

(Had Brutus been a wise man instead of a braggart he would have been many miles from the scene by this tune.)

All: "Revenge!

About!

Seek!

Burn!

Fire!

Kill!

Slay!

Let not a traitor live!"

(Here Antony takes the next step toward crystallizing the frenzy of the mob into action; but, clever salesman that he is, does not try to force this action.)

Antony: "Stay, countrymen."

First Citizen: "Peace there! Hear the noble Antony."

Second Citizen: "We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him."

(From these words Antony knows that he has the mob with him. Observe how he takes advantage of this psychological moment - the moment for which all master salesmen wait.)

Antony: "Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up to such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honorable.

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they were wise and honorable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

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 love 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;