3. Cit. Where do you dwell? 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 wifely. 3. Cit. Ay, and truly, you were beft. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am Í a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wifely I fay, I am a bachelor. 2. Cit. 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 Cæfar's funeral. 1. Git. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2. Cit. That matter is anfwer'd directly. 4. Cit. For your dwelling, briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3. Cit. Your name, fir, truly, Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1. Ci Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator. 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 confpirator. 4. Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. Some to 3. Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. Ta Brutus', to Caffius'; burn all. Decius' houfe, and fome to Cafca's; fome to Ligarius': away; go. Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE, I. The fame. A Room in Antony's house. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, feated at a table. Ant. Thefe many then shall die; their names are prick'd 7. Your brother too muft die; Confent you, Lepidus ? Lep. I do confent. Q. 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 spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we thall determine 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 Oa. So you thought him;. And took his voice who fhould be prick'd to die, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you: Oct. You may do your will; But he's a try'd and valiant foldier. Ant. So is my horfe, Octavius; and, for that, His corporal motion govern'd by my fpirit. He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: . Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Our best friends made, our means stretch'd to the utmoft; How covert matters may be best 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 smile, have in their hearts, I fear, [Exeunt Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.® Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand here. Luc. Give the word, ho! and ftand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near? To do you falutation 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 fome worthy cause to wish Pin. I do not doubt, But that my noble mafter will appear Such as he is, full of regard, and honour. Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius; D 4 How How he receiv'd you, let me be refolv'd. Nor with fuch free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horfe in general, Are come with Caffius. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd: March gently on to meet him. [March within. Enter CASSIUS, and Soldiers. Caf. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand-ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Cas. Moit noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bra. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies And, if not fo, how fhould I wrong a brother? Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them— Bru. Caffius, be content, Speak your griefs 3 foftly,I do know you well:- Which fhould perceive nothing but love from us, Caf. Pindarus, i. e. your grievances. Bid Bil our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground. Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. Within the tent of Brutus. [Exeunt. Lucius and Titinius at fome diftance from it. Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: Bru. You wrong'd yourfelf, to write in fuch a cafe. Caf. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! D 5 ➡ every nice offence-] i. e. small trifling offence. |