O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down:
Whilft bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Kind fouls! what, weep you when you but behold
Our Cafar's velture wounded? look you here!
Here is himself, marr'd, as you fee, by traitors.
Pieb. O piteous fpectacle!

2 Pleb. O noble Cafar!
3 Pleb. O woful day!

4 Pleb. O traitors, villains!
i Pleb. O moft bloody fight!

2 Pleb. We will be reveng'd: revenge: aboutfeek-burn-fire- -kill

tor live.

Ant. Stay, my Countrymen

-flay! let not a trai

1 Pleb. Peace there, hear the noble Antony.

2 Pleb. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.

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Ant. Good friends, fweet friends, let me not ftir you To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny :

They, that have done this deed, are honourable.
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wife and honourable;
And will, no doubt, with reafons answer you.

I come not, friends, to fteal away your hearts;

I am no Orator, as Brutus is:

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

That love my friend; and that they know full well,
That give me publick leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action nor utt'rance, nor the power of speech,
To ftir men's blood; I only speak right on.
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know ;
Shew you fweet Cafar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb
mouths!

And bid them speak for me.

But were I Brutus,

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And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue

In every wound of Cafar, that should move
The ftones of Rome to rife and mutiny.
All. We'll mutiny

1 Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

3 Pleb. Away then, come, feek the confpirators. Ant. Yet hear me, Countrymen; yet hear me speak. All. Peace, ho, hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what, Wherein hath Cæfar thus deferv'd your loves? Alas, you know not; I must tell you

then:

You have forgot the Will, I told you of.

[Will.

All. Moft true-the Will-let's ftay and hear the Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cafar's feal:

To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives,

To ev'ry fev'ral man, fev'nty-five drachma's.

2 Pleb. Moft noble Cefar! we'll revenge his death.. 3 Pleb. O royal Cefar!

Ant, Hear me with patience.

All. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbors, and new-planted orchards,
(23) On that fide Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate your felves.
Here was a Cafar, when comes fuch another?

1 Pleh. Never, never; come, away, away; We'll burn his body in the holy place,

(23) On this fide Tiber ;] The fcene is here in the Form near the Capitol, and in the most frequented part of the city; but Cæfar's gar dens were very remote from that quarter.

Trans Tiberim longè cubat is prope Cæfaris hortos.

fays Horace and both the Naumacbia and Gardens of Cæfar were feparated from the main city by the river; and lay out wide, on a line. with mount Janiculum; where Statius, the poet, was buried. Our author therefore certainly wrote i

On that fide Tiber;

And Plutarch, whom Shakespeare very diligently studied, in the life of Marcus Brutus, fpeaking of Cafar's Will, exprefly says, That he left to the publick his gardens and walks beyond the Tiber; where, in that author's time, the temple of Fortune stood.

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And with the brands fire all the traitors houses.
Take up the body.

2 Pleb. Go fetch fire.

3 Pleb. Pluck down benches.

4

Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Plebeians with the body Ant. Now let it work; Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what courfe thou wilt!-How now,

Enter a Servant.

Ser. Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?

Ser He and Lepidus are at Cæfar's house.
Ant. And thither will I ftraight, to vifit him;
He comes upon a wifh. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing,

fellow

Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffius
Are rid, like madmen, through the gates of Rome..
Ant. Belike, they had fome notice of the people,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

[Excunt

Enter Cinna the Poct, and after him the Plebeians.. Cin.. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæfar And things unluckily charge my fantasy;

I have no will to wander forth of doors:
Yet fomething leads me forth.

Pleb. What is your name?

2 Pleb. Whither are you going?: 3 Pleb. Where do you dwell?

4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Pleb. Anfwer every man directly.

1 Pleh. Ay, and briefly.

4 Pleb. Ay, and wifely.

3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best.

Cin. What is my name? whither am I going? where do I dwell? am I a married man, or a bachelor? then to answer every man directly and briefly, wifely and truly; wifely, 1 fay-I am a bachelor.

2. Pleb

2 Pleb. 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 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

2 Pleb. That matter is answered directly..
4 Pleb. For your dwelling; briefly.
Gin. 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 verses, 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, fire-. brands:

To Brutus, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's house, And fome to Cafea's, fome to Ligarius: away, go.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, a fmall Iland near Mutina. (24) Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

TH

ANTONY..

HESE many then fhall die, their names are prickt.
Oa. Your brother too muft die; confent you,
Lepidus ?

Lep..

(24) SCENE, a fmall Island.] Mr. Rowe, and Mr. Pope after him, have mark'd the fcene here to be at Rome. The old copies fay nothing of the place. Shakespeare, I dare fay, knew from Plutarch,

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that

Let. I do confent.

Oa. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition, Publius fhall not live; (25) Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony.

[him.. Ant. He fhall 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? fhall I find you here?
O7. Or here, or at the Capitol.

[Exit Lepidus.

A.t. This is a flight, unmeritable man,

Meet to be fent on errands: is it fit,

The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to fhare it?

Oa. So you thought him ;

And took his voice who fhould be prickt to die,.
In our black sentence 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 shall but bear them, as the afs bears gold,
To groan and fweat under the business,
Or led or driven, as we point the way;

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

Oa. You may do your will;

But he's a try'd and valiant foldier.

Ant. So is my horfe, Octavius: and, for that,

that thefe Triumvirs met, upon the profcription, in a little inland t which Appian, who is more particular, fays, lay near Mutina upon the river Lavinius.

(25) Upon condition, Publius fhall not live.] I don't know whom our author means by this Publius. I know, that one Publius Silius, as he is call'd by Plutarch, (and Sicilius Coronas, by Dion Caffius) fell under this profcription: but the three perfons, about whom the Triumvirs had fo particular a fquabble, were Cicero, whofe life Antony infted on; Paulus, who was condemn'd by his own brother Lepidus, According to fome accounts; and Lucius Cæfar, Antony's uncle by the mother's fide, whose blocd Octavius demanded,

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