Ant. Now let it work; Mischief thou art a foot, Take thou what course thou wilt. How now, Fellow? Enter Servant. Ser. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cafar's House. Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffius I have no will to wander forth of Doors, 1 Pleb. What is your Name? 2 Pleb. Whither are you going? 3 Pleb. Where do you dwell? 4 Pleb. Are you a married Man, or a Batchelor? 2 Pleb. Anfwer every Man directly. x Pleb. Ay, and briefly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and wifely. 3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were beft. Cin. What is my Name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married Man, or a Batchellor? Then to anfwer every Man directly and briefly, wifely and truly; wifely, I fay-I am a Batchellor. 2 Pleb. That's as much as to fay, they are Fools that Marry ; you'll bear me a bang for that I fear: Proceed directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cafar's Funeral. 1 Pleb. As a Friend, or an Enemy? Cin. As a Friend. 2 Pleb. That matter is anfwered directly. Cin. Truly my Name is Cinna. Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a Confpirator. Cin. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad Verses, tear him for his bad Verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the Confpirator. 4 Pleb. It is no matter, his Name's Cinna, pluck but his Name out of his Heart, and turn him going. 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him; Come Brands ho, Firebrands : To Brutus, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's House, and fome to Caska's, fome to Ligarius: Away, go. [Exeunt all the Plebeians. A C T IV. SCENE I. SCENE Rome. Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus. Ant. Oct. Your Brother too muft die; confent you, THel "Hefe many then shall die, their Names are prickt. Lep. I do confent. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live, Who is your Sifter's Son, Mark Antony. (Lepidus? Ant. He fhall not live; look, with a fpot, I damn him. But Lepidus, go you to Cafar's Houfe; Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off fome Charge in Legacies. Ant. This is a flight unmeritable Man, Meet to be fent on Errands: Is it fit [Exit Lepidus. The three-fold World divided, he should ftand Oct. So you thought him, And took his voice, who fhould be prickt to die, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more Days than you; Το To ease our selves of divers fland'rous Loads, And having brought our Treafure, where we will, Od. You may do your Will; But he's a try'd and valiant Soldier. Ant. So is my Horfe, Octavius, and for that, Are levying Powers; we muft ftraight make Head, Our best Friends made, and our beft Means ftretcht out, How covert Matters may be beft difclos'd, And open Perils fureft anfwered. Oct. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake, And bayed about with many Enemies, And fome that fmile have in their Hearts, I fear, Millions of Mischiefs. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. Stand, ho! Luc. Give the word, ho! and ftand! Bru. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near? Bru. He greets me well. Your Master, Pindarus, Pin. I do not doubt But that my Noble Mafter will appear Luc. With courtefie, and with refpe&t enough, Nor with fuch free and friendly Conference, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd A hot Friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius, There are no Tricks in plain and fimple Faith ; [Low March within. But when they should endure the bloody Spur, Luc. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the Horfe in general, Are come with Caffius. Caf. Moft Noble Brother! you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine Enemies? And if not fo, how should I wrong a Brother? Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours, hides wrongs, And when you do them Bru. Caffius, be content, Speak your Griefs foftly, I do know you well. (Which should perceive nothing but Love from us) Caf. Pindarus, Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no Man Come to our Tent, 'till we have done our Conference. Manent Brutus and Caffius. [Exeunt. Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, You have condemn'd, and noted Lucius Pella, For taking Bribes here of the Sardians; Caf. Ay, an itching Palm? You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for Juftice fake? What Villain touch'd his Body, that did ftab, And |