Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

Octavius
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?
Antony
No, Caesar, we will answer on their charge.
Make forth. The Generals would have some words.
Octavius, to his Officers
Stir not until the signal.
 The Generals step forward.
Brutus
Words before blows; is it so, countrymen?
Octavius
Not that we love words better, as you do.

Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

Brutus
Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.
Antony
In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words.
Witness the hole you made in Caesar’s heart,
Crying “Long live, hail, Caesar!”
Cassius
Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown,
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees
And leave them honeyless.
Antony
Not stingless too.
Brutus
O yes, and soundless too,
For you have stolen their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
Antony
Villains, you did not so when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
You showed your teeth like apes and fawned like hounds
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar’s feet,
Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!
Cassius
Flatterers?—Now, Brutus, thank yourself!
This tongue had not offended so today
If Cassius might have ruled.
Octavius
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators;
 He draws.
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Caesar’s three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Brutus
Caesar, thou canst not die by traitors’ hands
Unless thou bring’st them with thee.