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If Brutus so unkindly knocked, or no;
i Cit. O piteous spectacle !
2 Cit. We will be revenged; revenge! about, -seek, –
burn, — fire, — kill, – slay!— let not a traitor live. 432. Ant. Stay, countrymen.
i Cit. Peace there ! — hear the noble Antony.
2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with
him. 435. Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
Cit. We'll mutiny.
Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.
Cit. Most true; - the will; - let's stay, and hear the will. 443. Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar! — we'll revenge his death.
Cit. Peace, ho!
His private arhours, and new-planted orchards,
Here was a Cæsar: when comes such another? 449. i Cit. Never, never! - Come, away, away!
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
[Exeunt CITIZENS, with the body. SCENE III. - The same.
453. Ant. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!.
Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. 457. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him.
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us anything. 458. Serv. I heard them say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. 459. Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people,
How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeuni.
Enter CINNA the Poet. 460. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar,
And things unlikely charge my fantasy.
4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 468. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. 469. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going?
Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor?
and trúly. Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor. 470. 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.
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. 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?
Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit LEPIDUS. 493. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
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.