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1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
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 Decius's
house, And some to Casca's, fome to Ligarius : away, go.
SCENE, a small and near Mutina. (24)
Enter ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDU S.
THE se many then thall die, their names are
(24) SCENE, a small island.] Mr Rowe, and Mr Pope after him, have marked the scene here to be at Rome. The old copies say nothing of the place. Shakespeare, I dare say, knew from Plutarch, that these triumvirs met, upon the profcription, in a little ifand, which Appian, who is more particular, says, lay near Mutina upon the river Lavinius.
(25) Upon condition Publius fhall not live;] I don't know
Who is your filter's son, Mark Antony. [him.
int. He shall not live; look, with a spot, I damn But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house ; Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off fome charge in legacies.
Lep. What? thall I find you here?
Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
02. So you thought him;
you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To fafe ourselves of divers Nanderous loads; He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold, To groan
and fweat under the bufiness,
Ost. You may do your will;
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius: and for that, I do appoint him store of provender.
whom our Author means by this Publius. I know chat one Publius Silicius, as he is called by Plutarch, (and Sici. lius Coronas, by Dion Callius) fell under this profcription; but the three persons, about whoni the Triumvirs had to particular a squabble, were Cicero, whose life Antony inlisted on ; Paulus, who was condemned by his own brother Lepidus, according to some accounts; and Lucius Cæfar: Antony's uncle by the mother's lide, whose blood Octavius demanded.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
(26) A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
On objects, arts, and imitations, &c.] 'Tis hard to conceive why he should be cailed a barrcafpirited fellow, that could feed either on ohjetts, or arts; that is, as I prefume, form his ideas and judgment upon them: stale and obsolete imitation, indeed, fixes such a character. am persuaded, to make the Poet confonant to himself, we must read, as I have restored the text;
On abject oris, i. e. on the scraps and fragments of things rejetted and de spised by others. The word orts (which, as Skinner tells us, is of Teutonic derivation, and signifies fragmenta, mende reliquiæ) is not fo much antiquated, though corrupted in the pronunciation, but that children are warned to this day of leaving ris on their plate. Our Author has used the word in several other pailages. As in Timon of Athens, the thief says; It is some poor fragment, some fender ort of his re
mainder, And, in Ticilus;
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, &c.
Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave.
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
Oct. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake,
SC EN E, before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near
TITINIUS aud PINDARUS meeting them.
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
Pin. I do not doubt
Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius-
Luc. With courtely, and with respect enough;
Bru. Thou hast described
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.
Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Judge me, you gods ! wrong I mine enemies?
C. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs,
Bru. Caffius, be content,
Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man