And let me show you him that made the will. 2 CIT. Descend. [He comes down from the pulpit. 3 CIT. You shall have leave. 4 CIT. A ring; stand round. 1 CIT. Stand from the hearse, stand from the body. ANT. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. The first time ever Cæsar put it on; T was on a summer's evening, in his tent; Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! 2 CIT. O noble Cæsar! 3 CIT. O woful day! 4 CIT. O traitors, villains! 1 CIT. O most bloody sight! 2 CIT. We will be revenged: revenge; about,—seek,— burn,—fire,—kill,-slay!-let not a traitor live. ANT. Stay, countrymen. 1 Crr. Peace there:-Hear the noble Antony. 2 CIT. We'll hear him, we 'll follow him, we 'll die with him. ANT. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden 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 wise and honourable; I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; I am no orator, as Brutus is; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, I tell you that which you yourselves do know; And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony 1 CIT. We'll burn the house of Brutus! 3 CIT. Away then; come, seek the conspirators! CIT. Most true; the will:-let's stay, and hear the will. ANT. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal. 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, When comes such another? 1 CIT. Never, never!-Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 2 CIT. Go, fetch fire. 3 CIT. Pluck down benches. 4 CIT. Pluck down forms, windows, anything. [Exeunt Citizens, with the body. ANT. Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fellow? Enter a Servant. 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 [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A Street. 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 Crr. Whither are you going? 3 CIT. Where do you dwell? 4 CIT. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Crr. Answer every man directly. 1 CIT. Ay, and briefly. 4 CIT. Ay, and wisely. 3 CIT. 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, wisely, and truly; wisely I 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. CIN. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 2 CIT. It is no matter, his name 's Cinna; pluck but his Dame out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 CIT. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho! firebrands. 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-A Room in Antony's House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a 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 Ост. 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 shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies. LEP. What, shall I find you here? ANT. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand [Exit LEPIDUS OCT. ANT. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: |