For I have neither <wit,> nor words, nor worth, 233 Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech 234 To stir men’s blood. I only speak right on. 235 I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
ANTONY
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up 222
To such a sudden flood of mutiny. 223
They that have done this deed are honorable. 224
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, 225
That made them do it. They are wise and honorable 226
And will no doubt with reasons answer you. 227
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. 228
I am no orator, as Brutus is, 229
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man 230
That love my friend, and that they know full well 231
That gave me public leave to speak of him. 232
For I have neither < wit, > nor words, nor worth, 233
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech 234
To stir men’s blood. I only speak right on. 235
I tell you that which you yourselves do know, 236
Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor poor dumb 237
mouths, 238
And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, 239
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony 240
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue 241
In every wound of Caesar that should move 242
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. 243
