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2 Pleb. 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 wife and honourable; And will no doubt with reasons answer you. 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, 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 stir mens blood , I only speak right on. I tell you that which you your felves do know, Shew you sweet Cafar's wounds, poor,poor dumb mouths! And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
All. We'll mutinyi Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Pleb. Away then, come, seek ţhe conspirators. 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 Cafar thus deserv'd your loves? Alas, you know not; I must tell you then: You have forgot the Will I told you of,
Ail. Most true—the Will— let's stay and hear the Will.
Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cæsar's seal.
2 Pleb. Most noble Cæfar! we'll revenge his death.
Ant. Hear me with patience.
All, Peace, ho!
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
i Pleb. Never, never ; come, away, away ;
2 Pleb, Go fetch fire.
[Exeunt Plebeians' with the body. Ant. Now let it work; mischief, thou art afoot ; Take thou what course thou wilt!How now, fellow?
Enter a Servant.
Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him
Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Caffus
Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people,
Enter Cinna tbe Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Yet 5 this ... old. edit. Theob, emend.
Yet fomething leads me forth.
i Pleb. What is your name?
Cin. What is my name? whither am I going? where do I dwell ? am I a married man, or a batchelor? then to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly; wisely, I say I am a batchelor.
2 Pleb. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry ; you'll bear me a bang for that, í fear: proceed directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cafar's funeral.
Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator.
4 Pleh. 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, firebrands: To Brutus, to Calius, burn all. Some to Decimus's house, And fome to Calca's, fome to Ligarius : away, go. [Exs.
A C T IV. . SCENE I. A small Island in the little River Rhenus
Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus.
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot, I damn him.
Lep. What? Thall I find you here?
Ant. This is a Night unmeritable man,
Oet. So you thought him,
Ant. Ostavius, I have seen more days than you ;
Then take we down his load, and turn him off
Ot. You may do your will ;
Ant. So is my horse, Oétavius, and for that
OE. Let us do fo ; for we are at the stake,
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and Pindarus meeting them.
Bru. 6 objects, arts, old edit. Theob, emend.