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For, when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
THIRD CIT. O woeful day!
FOURTH CIT. O traitors, villains!
SEC. CIT. We will be reveng'd.
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
ALL. Revenge! About! Sack! Burn! Fire! Kill!
Slay! Let not a traitor live!
ANT. Stay, Countrymen.
FIRST CIT. Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
SEC. CIT. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
ANT. Good Friends, sweet Friends, let me not stir
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
I come not, Friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor poor dumb
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
ALL. We'll mutiny.
FIRST CIT. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
THIRD CIT. Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves?
Alas, you know not; I must tell you, then:
ALL. Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the
ANT. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
SEC. CIT. Most noble Cæsar! We'll revenge his death.
THIRD CIT. O royal Cæsar!
ANT. Hear me with patience.
ALL. Peace, ho!
ANT. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
Here was a Cæsar! when comes such another?
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
SEC. CIT. Go fetch fire.
THIRD CIT. Pluck down benches.
ACT III FOURTH CIT. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
Enter a Servant.
How now, Fellow!
SERV. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
FIRST CIT. What is your name?
SCENE III. The Same. A Street.
Enter CINNA the Poet.
CIN. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar,
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. Sc. III ceed; directly.
CIN. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
CIN. As a friend.
SEC. CIT. That matter is answer'd directly.
FIRST CIT. Tear him to pieces! he's a conspirator.
CIN. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
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 going.
THIRD CIT. Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho! fire
brands! to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to
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?
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
But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Fetch the will hither, and we shall determine
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?
ANT. Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
You may do your
Our best friends made secure, our best means stretch'd;