_Antony._ If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle; I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on, ’Twas on a summer’s evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii---- Look! in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through;-- See what a rent the envious Casca made.---- Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d; And as he pluck’d his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow’d it! As rushing out of doors, to be resolv’d, If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no: For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar’s angel. Judge, oh you gods! how dearly Cæsar lov’d him; This, this, was the unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms, Quite vanquish’d him; then burst his mighty heart: And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell, Even at the base of Pompey’s statue. O what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls! what, weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar’s vesture wounded? look you here! Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, by traitors. _Julius Cæsar, act 3. sc. 6._ Had Antony directed upon the conspirators the thoughts of his audience, without paving the way by raising their grief, his speech perhaps might have failed of success. Hatred and other dissocial passions, produce effects directly opposite to those above mentioned. If I hate a man, his children, his relations, nay his property, become to me objects of aversion. His enemies, on the other hand, I am disposed to esteem.