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. Where is he? Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius 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. 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 Lep. What, shall I find you here? Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, The threefold world divided, he should stand Oct. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: 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, And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: 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; 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, 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, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd: 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, 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. |