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i Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his
bad verses. 482. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 483. 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! firebrands! To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's: some to Ligarius': away! go!
SCENE I. - The same.
A Room in ANTONY'S House.
ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table. 485. Ant. These many, then, shall die; their names are Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit LEPIDUS. 493. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Oct. Prick him down, Antony.
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. 490. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,
Oct. So you thought him;
In our black sentence and proscription.
And though we lay these honors on this man,
Oct. You may do your will;
I do appoint him store of provender.
And now, Octavius,
And open perils surest answered.
And bayed about with many enemies;
SCENE II. – Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near
PINDARUS meeting them : LUCIUS at a distance.
Lucil. Give the word, ho! and stand.
[PINDARUS gives a Letter to BRUTUS. 503. Bru. He greets me well. - Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Pin. I do not doubt
Such as he is, full of regard and honor.
How he received you, let ine be resolved.
But not with such familiar instances,
As he hath used of old.
A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? 508. Lucil. They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius. 509. Bru. Hark, he is arrived :
March gently on to meet him.
Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.
Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
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 518. Bru. Cassius, be content:
Sponk your griefs softly; ~ I do know you well.
A little from this ground.
Come to our tent, till we have done our conference.
SCENE III. – Within the Tent of Brutys.
Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. 521. Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear in this :
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella
Bru. You wronged yourself, to write in such a case. 523. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
524. Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
Cas. I an itching palm?
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. 526. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Cas. Chastisement! 528. Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
Than such a Roman.
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To make conditions.
Cas. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not. 533 Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;
Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. 534. Bru. Away, slight man!
Cas. Is’t possible?
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?'
Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? 538. Bru. All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart