generous permission, and see what he made of it. And why shouldn't I?
and see what I'll make of it.

Antony, after sending abject and uncalled-for surrender, and
grovelling unasked in the dust to Brutus and his friends as no
straight mate should do for another, dead or alive--and after taking
the blood-stained hands of his alleged friend's murderers--got
permission to speak. To speak for his own ends or that paltry,
selfish thing called "revenge," be it for one's self or one's
friend.

"Brutus, I want a word with you," whispered Cassius. "Don't let
him speak! You don't know how he might stir up the mob with what he
says."

But Brutus had already given his word:

Antony: That's all I seek:
And am moreover suitor that I may
Produce his body to the market place,
And in the pulpit, as becomes a friend,
Speak in the order of his funeral.

Brutus: You shall, Mark Antony.

And now, strong in his right, as he thinks, and trusting to the honour
of Antony, he only stipulates that he (Brutus) shall go on to the
platform first and explain things; and that Antony shall speak all the
good he can of Caesar, but not abuse Brutus and his friends.