ANTONY I doubt not of your wisdom. Let each man render me his bloody hand: [Shakes hands with the Conspirators.] First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you; Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand; Now, Decius Brutus, yours: now yours, Metellus; Yours, Cinna; and, my valiant Casca, yours; Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. Gentlemen all,—alas, what shall I say?
