We’ll bring him to his house With shouts and clamours.

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 allow’d to make. I do entreat you, not a man depart, Save I alone, till Antony have spoke. Exit.

Let him go up into the public chair; We’ll hear him. Noble Antony, go up.

He says, for Brutus’ sake, He finds himself beholding to us all.

Nay, that’s certain: We are blest that Rome is rid of him.