To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.* 2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!-we'll revenge his death. 3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, And with the brands fire the traitor's houses. 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [Exeunt CITIZENS, with the body. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Enter CINNA, the Poet. Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy: I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. Enter CITIZENS. 1 Cit. What is your name? 2 Cit. Whither are you going? 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 wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. [Exeunt. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I * A Greek coin of the Value of about sevenpence. dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely say, I am a bachelor. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry :You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. 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. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's: some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I-The same. A Room in ANTONY'S House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at Table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd. Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus? Lep. I do consent. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn* him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine How to cut off some charge in legacies. Lep. What, shall I find you here? The Capitol. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, 'The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it ? Oct. So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription. [Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; To groan and sweat under the business, And having brought our treasure where we will, Oct. You may do your will; But he 's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, go Which, out of use, and staled by other men, forth: Are levying powers; we must straight make head: Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out; How covert matters may be best disclosed. And open perils surest answered. Oct. 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, [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. - Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Bru. Stand here. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? To do you salutation 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 some worthy cause to wish 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.-A word, Lucilius: How he received you, let me be resolved. As a thing at our disposal. Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; Nor with such free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou hast described A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; Bru. Hark, he is arrived: March gently on to meet him. Cas. Stand, ho! Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers. Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. [March within. Cas. Most 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? Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them Bru. Cassius, be content, * Speak your griefs softly,-I do know you well:- Which should perceive nothing but love from us, Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away; Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs, Cas. 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 our door. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Within the Tent of BRUTUS. LUCIUS and Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. Cas. 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; * Grievances. Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. That every nice* offence should bear his comment. To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself to make conditions.t Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Cas. I am. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. 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 stares? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric 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, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier: * Petty. The terms on which to confer offices. |