4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

Ant.

[Exeunt Citizens, with the Body.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,

Take thou what course thou wilt!

How now,

fellow!

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant.

Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him.
He comes upon a wish: Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.

Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

SCENE III.

The Same. A Street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy.

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

Enter Citizens.

1 Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going?

[Exeunt.

Cin.

What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I

dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then, to answer

every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry: you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.

1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly.

Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces: he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet; I am Cinna the poet.

4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses; tear him for his bad

verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

2 Cit. It is no matter; his name 's Cinna: pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him! Come: brands, ho! fire-brands! To Brutus, to Cassius; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius. Away! go!

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The Same. A Room in ANTONY'S House.

[Exeunt.

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table.

Ant. These many, then, shall die;
Oct. Your brother, too, must die:
Lep. I do consent.

Oct.

their names are prick'd. consent you, Lepidus?

Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;

[Exit LEPIDUS.

Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.

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

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,

The threefold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

Oct.
So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.

Oct.

You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and for that

I do appoint him store of provender.

It is a creature that I teach to fight,

To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit:

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
A barren-spirited 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,

Are levying powers: we must straight make head;

Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out;
And let us presently go sit in council,

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so, for we are at the stake,

And bay'd about with many enemies;

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.

SCENE II.

Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

[Exeunt.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet them.

Bru. Stand, ho!

Luc.

Bru.

Luc.

Give the word, ho! and stand.

What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?

He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS.

Bru. He greets me well. -Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath give me some worthy cause to wish

Things done, undone; but, if he be at hand,

I shall be satisfied.

Pin.

I do not doubt,

But that my noble master 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 resolv'd.

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath used of old.

Bru.

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,

Thou hast describ'd

When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle,
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, 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 horse in general,

Cas. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them

Bru.

Cassius, be content,
Speak your griefs softly; I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titiuius guard our door.

[Exeunt.