Why, friends, you go to do you know not what Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves Alas, you know not I must tell you then You have forgot the will I told you of. .... Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. .... Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar when comes such another.