It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.

Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

For your dwelling,--briefly.

Ay, and wisely.

Are you a married man or a bachelor?

Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

O traitors, villains!

A ring; stand round.

They were traitors: honourable men!

Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony;
You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.

We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.

Now mark him, he begins again to speak.

Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown;
Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.

'Twere best he speak no harm of Brutus here.

What does he say of Brutus?

Caesar's better parts
Shall be crown'd in Brutus.