You all do know this mantle: I remember 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, Look! in this place, ran Cassius' dagger through: For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. 2 Cit. O noble Cæsar! 3 Cit. O woeful day! 430. 4 Cit. O traitors, villains! 1 Cit. O most bloody sight! 2 Cit. We will be revenged : revenge; about,-seek,—burn,— fire,-kill,-slay!-let not a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. 1 Cit. Peace there :-Hear the noble Antony. 435. 2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That gave me public leave to speak of him. I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Cit. We'll mutiny. 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Alas, you know not:-I must tell you, then :- Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. 445. 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar !-we'll revenge his death. 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [Exeunt CITIZENS, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fellow? Enter a SERVANT. 455. 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 : Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius SCENE III.-The same. A Street. Enter CINNA, the Poet. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, 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? 3 Cit. Where do you dwell? 465. 4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Cit. Answer every man directly. 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. [Exeunt. 470. 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. 475. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 480. 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. 485. 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. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same. A Room in ANTONY'S House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table. Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names are pricked. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. 490. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, 495. Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies. Lep. What, shall I find you here? The Capitol. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand Oct. So you thought him; And took his voice who should be pricked to die [Exit LEPIDUS. 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, It is a creature that I teach to fight, go forth: Which, out of use, and staled by other men, But as a property. And now, Octavius, Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius Are levying powers; we must straight make head: Our best friends made, and our best means stretched out; How covert matters may be best disclosed, And open perils surest answered. Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake, And bayed about with many enemies; And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, [Exeunt. SCENE II.—Before BRUTUS's Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. 500. Bru. Stand, ho! 505. Lucil. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? 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 given me some worthy cause to wish Pin. I do not doubt But that my noble master will appear A word, Lucilius : How he received you, let me be resolved. Lucil. 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. Thou hast described A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; |