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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.
Ant. Where is he?

Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cafar's House.
Ant. And thither will I ftraight, to vifit him;
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffius
Are rid, like Madmen, through the Gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike they had fome notice of the People,
How I had mov❜d them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cin. I dreamt to Night, that I did feaft with Cafar,
And things unluckily charge my Fantafie;

I have no will to wander forth of Doors,
Yet fomething leads me forth.

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.
4 Pleb. For your Dwelling; briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your Name, Sir, truly.

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.
Lep. What? fhall I find you here?
Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol.

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
One of the three to fhare it?

Oct. So you thought him,

And took his voice, who fhould be prickt to die,
In our black Sentence and Profcription.

Ant. Octavius, I have feen more Days than you;
And though we lay these Honours on this Man,

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To ease our selves of divers fland'rous Loads,
He shall but bear them, as the Afs bears Gold;
To groan and fweat under the Bufinefs,
Either led or driven, as we print the way,

And having brought our Treafure, where we will,
Then take we down his Load, and turn bim off,
Like to the empty Afs, to shake his Ears,
And graze in Commons.

Od. You may do your Will;

But he's a try'd and valiant Soldier.

Ant. So is my Horfe, Octavius, and for that,
I do appoint him ftore of Provender.
It is a Creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to ftop, to run directly on,
His corporal Motion, govern'd by my Spirit;
And in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid
go forth,
A barren fpirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objects, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of use, and stal'd by other Men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a Property. And now, Octavius,
Liften great things-Brutus and Caffius

Are levying Powers; we muft ftraight make Head,
Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,

Our best Friends made, and our beft Means ftretcht out,
And let us presently go fit in Council,

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?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you Salutation from his Mafter.

Bru. He greets me well. Your Master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill Officers,
Hath given me fome worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand,
I fhall be fatisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt

But that my Noble Mafter will appear
Such as he is, full of Regard, and Honour.
Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius,-
How he receiv'd you, let me be refolv'd.

Luc. With courtefie, and with refpe&t enough,
But not with fuch familiar Inftances,

Nor with fuch free and friendly Conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd

A hot Friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius,
When Love begins to ficken and decay,
It useth an enforced Ceremony.

There are no Tricks in plain and fimple Faith ;
But hollow Men, like Horfes hot at hand,
Make gallant fhew, and promife of their Mettle,

[Low March within.

But when they should endure the bloody Spur,
They fall their Creft, and like deceitful Jades,
Sink in the Trial. Comes his Army on?

Luc. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the Horfe in general,

Are come with Caffius.

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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
Before the Eyes of both our Armies here,

well.

(Which should perceive nothing but Love from us)
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my Tent Caffius enlarge your Griefs,
And I will give you Audience.

Caf. Pindarus,

Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off
A little from this Ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no Man

Come to our Tent, 'till we have done our Conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our Door.

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;
Wherein, my Letter praying on his fide,
Because I knew the Man, was flighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd your felf to write in fuch a cafe.
Caf. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet,
That every nice Offence should bear his Comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you your felf
Are much condemn'd to have an itching Palm,
To fell, and mart your Offices for Gold
To Undefervers.

Caf. Ay, an itching Palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
Or by the Gods, this Speech were else your laft.
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this Corruption,
And Chaftisement doth therefore hide his Head.
Caf. Chaftifement!-

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,

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