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ACT III FOURTH CIT. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

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[Exeunt Citizens with the body.

ANT. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,

Take thou what course thou wilt!

Enter a Servant.

How now, Fellow!

SERV. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
ANT. Where is he?

SERV. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.
ANT. And thither will I straight to visit him:
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.
SERV. I heard them say, Brutus and Cassius

Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
ANT. Belike they had some notice of the People
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.



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.

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FOURTH CIT. Are you a married man or a bachelor?
SEC. CIT. Answer every man directly.

FIRST CIT. Ay; and briefly.

FOURTH CIT. Ay; and wisely.

THIRD 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.

SEC. CIT. That's as much as to say, they are fools that ACT III marry you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Pro- Sc. III

ceed; directly.

CIN. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.

FIRST CIT. As a friend, or an enemy?

CIN. As a friend.

SEC. CIT. That matter is answer'd directly.

FOURTH CIT. For your dwelling, briefly.
CIN. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
THIRD CIT. Your name, Sir, truly.
CIN. Truly, my name is Cinna.

FIRST CIT. Tear him to pieces! he's a conspirator.

CIN. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.


FOURTH CIT. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

CIN. I am not Cinna the conspirator.


FOURTH CIT. It is no matter; his name's Cinna: pluck
but his name out of his heart, and turn him
THIRD 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!



SCENE I. A House in Rome.

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table.

ANT. These many, then, shall die; their names are

OCT. Your brother too must die: consent you, Lepidus?
LEP. I do consent-


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;

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Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEP. What, shall I find you here?

The Capitol.

Or here, or at



ANT. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errands: is it fit,
The Threefold World divided, he should stand
One of the Three to share it?


So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
ANT. Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
And, though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
groan and sweat under the business,
Either 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 commons.


You may do

your will;

But he's a tried 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 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
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On abjects, 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, Octavius,
Listen great things: Brutus and Cassius


Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,




Our best friends made secure, our best means stretch'd;

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And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
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,
Millions of mischiefs.




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SCENE II. The Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's Tent.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers;
TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

BRU. Stand, ho!

LUCIL. Give the word, ho! and stand.

BRU. What now, Lucilius! is Cassius near?
LUCIL. 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! but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.


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 receiv'd you, let me be resolv❜d.
LUCIL. With courtesy and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath us'd of old.


Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken 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 show and promise of their mettle;
But, when they should endure the bloody spur,





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They fall' their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

LUCIL. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd ;

The greater part, the horse in general,

Are come with Cassius.


[Low march within.

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March gently on to meet him.

Enter CASSIUS and his Powers.

CASS. Stand, ho!

BRU. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.


SEC. SOLD. Stand!


CASS. 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?
CASS. Brutus, this sober form of your's hides wrongs;
And when you do them-


Cassius, be content;
Speak your griefs softly: 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, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

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CASS. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this:
You have condemn'd and noted2 Lucius Pella

For taking bribes here of the Sardians;

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