1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend.

2 Pleb. That matter is anfwered directly.
4 Pleb. For your dwelling; briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your name, Sir, truly.
Cin. Truly my name is Cinna.

1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the confpirator.

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 Decimus's house, And fome to Cafca's, fome to Ligarius: away, go. [Exe.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

A fmall Island in the little River Rhenus near Bononia. Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

Ant. T

HESE many men fhall die, their names are prickt.

Oct. Your brother too muft die; consent you, Lepidus? Lep. I do confent.

Oa. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live,

Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony.

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot, I damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house;

Fetch the Will hither, and we fhall determine

How to cut off fome charge in legacies.

Lep. What? fhall I find you here?
08. Or here, or at the Capitol.

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
One of the three to fhare it?

O. So you thought him,

And took his voice who fhould be prickt to die,

In our black fentence and profcription.

Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you;
And though we lay thefe honours on this man,
To ease our felves of divers fland'rous loads ;
He fhall but bear them, as the afs bears gold,
Το and fweat under the business,
groan

Or led or driven, as we point the way;

And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off
Like to the empty afs, to fhake his ears,
And graze in common.

08. You may do your will;

But he's a try'd and valiant, soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius, and for that
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to ftop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth,
A barren-fpirited fellow, one that feeds

On abject orts, and imitations,

Which out of use and ftal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Liften great things - Brutus and Caffius
Are levying powers; we must ftraight make head.
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, and our beft means ftretcht out;

And let us prefently go fit in council,

How covert matters may be, best disclos'd,

And open perils fureft answered.

O. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake,

And bay'd about with many enemies;

And fome that fmile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Before Brutus's tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them.

Bru. Stand, ho!

Luc.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and ftand!

Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Caffius near? Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you falutation from his mafter.

Bru. He greets me well. Your mafter, Pindarus, In his own charge, or by ill officers,

Hath given me fome worthy cause to wish

Things done, undone ; but if he be at hand,
I fhall be fatisfied.

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. Hear, a word, Lucilius
How he receiv'd you let me be refolv'd.

Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough,
But not with fuch familiar inftances,
Nor with fuch free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd

A hot friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to ficken and decay,
It ufeth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant fhew and promife of their mettle,
But when they should endure the bloody fpur,
They fall their creft, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the tryal. Comes his army on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd ; The greater part, the horfe in general,

Are come with Caffius.

[Low march within.

Enter Caffius and Soldiers.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd;

March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, hol

Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along.

Within. Stand!

Within, Stand!

Within. Stand!

Caf. Moft noble brother! you have done me wrong.

T 3

Bru.

Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies?
And if not fo, how should 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 foftly, I do know

you

well.

Before the eyes of both our armies here,
(Which should perceive nothing but love from us)
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Caf. Pindarus,

Bid our commanders lead their charges off

A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do the like, and let no man

Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference.

Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door.

SCENE III. Brutus's Tent.

Re-enter Brutus and Caffius.

[Exeunt.

Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this,
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letter (praying on his fide
Because I knew the man) was flighted of.

Bru. You wrong'd your felf to write in fuch a cafe.
Caf. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence fhould bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you your self
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm,
To fell, and mart your offices for gold
To undefervers.

Caf. I an itching palm ?

You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the Gods, this fpeech were else your last.
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

Caf. Chaftifement!

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake?

What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,

And

And not for juftice? what, fhall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours
For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus ?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bait not me,

I'll not endure it; you forget your self,
To hedge me in; I am a foldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than your self
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not, Caffius.
Caf. I am.

Bru. I fay, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget my felf.

Have mind upon your health

Bru. Away, flight man.

Caf. Is't poffible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

- tempt me no farther.

Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman ftares ?

Caf. O Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this?

Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret 'till your proud heart break;

Go fhew your flaves how cholerick you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge?
Muft I obferve you? muft I ftand and crouch
Under your tefty humour? by the Gods,
You shall digeft the venom of your spleen,
Tho' it do fplit you. For from this day forth,
I'll ufe you for ny mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are wafpifh.

Caf. Is it come to this?

Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier;
Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,

And it fhall pleafe me well. For mine own part,
I fhall be glad to learn of noble men.

Caf. You wrong me every way
I faid, an elder foldier, not a better.

you wrong me, Brutus ;