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1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend.
2 Pleb. That matter is answered 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.
i Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the ppet, 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 Cassius, burn all. Some to Decimus's house, And some to Cajča's, fome to Ligarius : away, go. [Exe,
ACT IV. SCENE I.
A small Island in tbe little River Rhenus near Bononia.
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.
HESE many men shall die, their names are
08. Your brother too muft die; consent you, Lepidus ?
Lep. I do consent.
oš. Prick him down, Antony.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your fifter's son, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot, I damn himn.
But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house ;
Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lep. What ? shall I find you here?
ošt. Or here, or at the Capitol. (Exit Lepidus,
Ant. This is a Night unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One the three to share it?
0&t. So you thought him,
And took his voice who should be prickt to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
Ant. Ostavius, I have seen more days than you ;
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease our selves of divers Nand'rous loads ;
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
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 ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in common.
02. You may
your will; But he's a try'd and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Oétavius, and for that
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern’d by my spirit.
And in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train’d, and bid go forth,
A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
On abject orts, and imitations,
Which out of use and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Oétavius,
Listen great things Brutus and Casius
Are levying powers ; we must straight make head.
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,
Our best friends made, and our best means stretcht out ;
And let us presently go fit in council,
How covert matters may be, best disclos’d,
And open perils surest answered.
OE. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies ;
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.
Before Brutus’s tent, in the Camp near Sardis.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers : Titinius
and Pindarus meeting them. Bru, Stand, ho!
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand !
Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Cassius near ?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master,
Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
In his own charge, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone į but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.
Pin. I do not doubt
But that my noble master 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 resolv’d.
Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough,
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.
Bru. Thou haft describ'd
A hot friend, cooling ;' ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to ficken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith :
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant shew and promise of their mettle,
But when they should endure the bloody (pur,
They fall their crest, 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 horse in general,
Are come with Caffius.
(Low march within.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers,
Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd ;
March gently on to meet him.
Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru, Stand, ho ! speak the word along.
Witbin. Stand !
Caf. Moft 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?
Caf. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs,
And when you do them
Bru. Caffius, be content,
Speak your griefs softly, I do know
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, Cafius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.
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. [Exeunt,
SCENE III. Brutus's Tent.
Re-enter Brutus and Callius.
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 Nighted of.
Bru. You wrong'd your self to write in such a case.
Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you your self
Are much condemn’d to have an itching palm,
To sell, and mart your offices for gold
Caf. I an itching palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the Gods, this speech were else your last.
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Caf. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for justice? what, fhall one of us,
That Atruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman,
Caf. Brutus, bait not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget your self,
To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than your self
To make conditions.
Bru. Go to; you are not, Caffius.
Caf. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.
Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self-
Have mind upon your health - tempt me no farther,
Bru. Away, Night man.
Caf. Is't possible ?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman ftares ?
Caf. O Gods! ye Gods! must I endure all this?
Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret ’till your proud heart break;
Go Thew your Naves how cholerick you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you ? must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour ? by the Gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Tho'it do split you. For from this day forth,
for niy mirth, yea, for
my laughter, When you are waspish.
Caf. Is it come to this?
Bru. You fay, you are a better soldier
Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,
And it shall please me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Caf. You wrong me every way you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better.