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Cin. Truly my Name is Cinna.
I Pleb. Tear him to pieces, e's a Conspirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the Pret, I am Cinna the Poet.

Pleb. Tear him for his bad Verles, tear him for his bad Verles.

Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator.

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 Cassius, burn all. Some to Decius's House, And some to Caska's, fume to Ligarius: Away, go.

[Exeunt all the Plebeians.




Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus, Ant. Hese many then shall die, their Names are prickt.

Oct. Your Brother too must die; consent you, , Lep. I do consent.

(Lepidus ? Ołt. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon Condition Publius shall not live, Who is your Sister's Son, Mark Antony.

Ant. He thall not live; look, with a Spot, I dima him.
But Lepidus, go you to Cafar's House;
Fetch the Will bither, and we shall determine
How to cut off fome Charge in Legacies,

Lep. What? Thall I find you here?
Ošt. Or here, or at the Capitol. įExit Lepidus.

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable Man,
Meet to be sent on Errands: Is it fit,
The three-fold World divided, he should land
One of the three to share it?

Oet. So you thought him,
And took his Voice, who mhould be prickt to die,
In our black Sentence and Profcription.

Ant. Oetavius, I have seen more Days than you;
And though we lay these Honours on this Man,


To case our selves of divers sland'rous Loads,
He shall but bear them, as the Afs bears Gold;

and sweat under the Business,
Either led or driven, as we print 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 ihake his Ears,
And graze in Commons.

O&. You may do your Will;
But he's a try'd and valiant Soilder.

Ant. So is my Horse, Oitavius, and for that,
I do appoint him ftore of Provender.
It is a Creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run dire&ly on,
His corporal Motion, governd by my Spirit;
And in fome taste, is Lepidus but fo;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth,
A barren spirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objects, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of use, and fald by other Men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a Property. And now, Oétavius,
Liften great things Brutus and Cassius
Are levying Powers; we must straight make Head.
Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,
Our best Friends made, and our best means stretcht out
And let us presently go fit in Council,
How covert Matters may be beft disclosd,
And open Perils sureft answered.

Oat. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake,
And bayed about with many Enemies,
And some that smile have in their Hearts, I fear,
Millions of Mischiefs.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Before Brutus's Tent, in the

Camp near Sardis.
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers : Titinius and

Pindarus meeting them.
Bru. Srand, ho !
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!


Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Callins near?

Luc. 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 change, or by ill Officers,
Hath given me lome worthy cause to with
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

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 receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Luc. With courtefie, and with respe& enough,
But not with such familiar Instances,
Nor with such free and friendly Conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
A hot Friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius,
When Love begins to ficken 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 shew, and promise of their Mettle,

(Low March within,
But when they should endure the bloody Spur,
They fall their Crest, and like deceitful Jades,
Sink'in the Trial. Comes his Army on?

Luc. They mean this Night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the Horse in general,
Are come with Cassius.

Enter Cassius and Soldiers,
Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd;
March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along.
Within. Stand!
Within, Stand !
Within. Stand!


Caf. 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?

Caf. Brutus, this sober Form of yours hides wrongs,
And when you do them

Bru. Caffius, be content,
Speak your Griefs foftly, 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.

Caf. Pindarus,
Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off
A little from this Ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no Man
Come to our Tent, 'till we have done our Conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius gard the Door.

[Exeunt. Manent Brutus and Callius. Caf. 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; Wherein, my Letter praying on his fide, Because I knew the Man, was flighted off.

Brü. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.

Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet,
That every nice Offence should bear his Comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you your self
Are much condemnd to have an itching Palm,
To sell, and mart your Offices for Gold
To Undefervers.

Caf. Ay, an itching Palm?
You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,
Or by the Gods, this Speech were else your last, .

Brø. The name of Cassius honours this Corruprior,
And Chastiferent doth therefore hide his Head.

Caf. Chastisement !

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of Biarch remember; Did not great Julius bleed for Justice fake 3 What Villain touchd his Body, that did ftab,


And not for Justice? What, shall one of Us,
That struck the foremost Man of all this World,
But for supporting Robbers, shall we now
Contamioate our Fingers with base Bribes?
And sell the mighty space of our large Honours
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ?
I had rather be a Dog, and bait the Moon,
Than such a Roman.

Caf. Brutns, bait not me,
I'll nor endure it; you forget your self,
To hedge me in, I am a Soldier, I,
Older in Pra&ice, abler than your self
To make Conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Callius.
Caf. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self-
Have mind upon your Health... Teinpt me no farther.

Bru. Away, flight Man.
Caf. Is't posible?

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?

Caf. Oye Gods! ye Gods! must I endure all this?

Bru. All this! Ay more. Free 'till your proud Heart break, Go shew your Slaves how Cholerick 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, Tho'it do split you. For from this Day forth, I'll use you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter, When

you are walpish.
Caf. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better Soldier;
Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,
And it shall pleale me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of Noblemen.

Caf. You wrong me every way--You wrong me, Brutus; I faid, an Elder Soldier, not a Better,


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