2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him Ant. Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftir you up To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny: They that have done this deed, are honourable. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your fpirits, and put a tongue 1 Pleb. We'll burn the houfe of Brutus. 3 Pleb. Away then, come, feek the confpirators. All. Moft true-the Will-let's ftay and hear the Will. To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives, To ev'ry feveral man, fev'nty five drachma's. 2 Pleb. Moft noble Cafar! we'll revenge his death. 3 Pleb. O royal Cafar! Ant. Ant. Hear me with patience. All. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, 1 Pleb. Never, never; come, away, away; We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire all the traitors houses. 2 Pleb. Go fetch fire. 3 Pleb. Pluck down benches. 4 Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Plebeians' with the body. Ant. Now let it work; mifchief, thou art afoot; Take thou what courfe thou wilt!-How now, fellow? Enter a Servant. Ser. Octavius is already come to Rome. Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cafar's house. Are rid, like madmen, through the gates of Rome. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians. 5 this... old. edit. Theob, emend. Yet Yet fomething leads me forth. 1 Pleb. What is your name? 4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a batchelor? 1 Pleb. Ay, and briefly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and wifely. 3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? whither am I going? where do I dwell? am I a married man, or a batchelor? then to answer every man directly and briefly, wifely and truly; wifely, I fay-I am a batchelor. 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, 1 am Cinna the poet. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad verfes. 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 Decimus's houfe, And fome to Cafca's, fome to Ligarius: away, go. [Exs. ACT A C T IV. SCENE I. A Small Ifland in the little River Rhenus near Bononia. THe Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus. ANTONY. Hefe many then fhall die, their names are prickt. Lep. I do confent. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live, Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony. Ant. He fhall not live; look, with a fpot, I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cafar's house; Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off fome charge in legacies. Lep. What? fhall I find you here? 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 stand O. So you thought him, And took his voice who fhould be prickt to die, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you; Then Then take we down his load, and turn him off Oct. You may do your will; But he's a try'd and valiant foldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius, and for that He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth, On abject orts, and imitations, Which out of use and stal'd by other men, 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 disclos'd, And open perils fureft answered. O. Let us do fo; for we are at the ftake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And fome that fmile have in their hearts, I fear, SCENE [Exeunt. II. Before Brutus's tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them. |