Cin. Truly my Name is Cinna.

1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a Confpirator:

Cin. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet.

4

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

Cin. I am not Cinna the Coofpirator.

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 Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's Houfe, And fome to Caska's, fume to Ligarius: Away, go.

[Exeunt all the Plebeians.

Ant.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

SCENE Rome.

Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus.

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"Hefe many then fhall die, their Names are prickt. Oct. Your Brother too muft die; confent you, Lep. I do confent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon Condition Publius fhall not live,

Who is your Sifter's Son, Mark Antony.

(Lepidus?

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a Spet, I dama him.

But Lepidus, go you to Cafar's Houfe;

Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine

How to cut off fome Charge in Legacies.

Lep. What? fhall I find you here?
Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol.

Ant. This is a flight unmeritable Man,

Meet to be fent on Errands: Is it fit,

[Exit Lepidus.

The three-fold World divided, he should fland
One of the three to fhare it?

Oct. So you thought him,

And took his Voice, who should be prickt to die,
In our black Sentence and Profcription..

Ant. Octavius, I have feen more Days than you;
And though we lay thefe Honours on this Man,

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To ease our felves of divers fland'rous Loads,
He shall but bear them, as the Afs bears Gold;
To groan and fweat under the Business,
Either led or driven, as we print the way,
And having brought our Treafure, where we will,
Then take we down his Load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty Afs, to shake his Ears,
And graze in Commons.

Oct. You may do your Will;

But he's a try'd and valiant Soilder.

Ant. So is my Horse, Octavius, and for that,
I do appoint him ftore of Provender.
It is a Creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to ftop, to run dire&ly on,
His corporal Motion, govern'd by my Spirit;
And in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth,
A barren fpirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objects, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of ufe, and ftal'd by other Men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a Property. And now, Octavius,
Liften great things-Brutus and Caffius
Are levying Powers; we muft ftraight make Head.
Therefore let our Alliance be combin'd,

Our best Friends made, and our best means ftretcht out
And let us prefently go fit in Council,

How covert Matters may be beft disclos'd,

And open Perils fureft answered.

Oct. Let us do fo; for we are at the ftake,

And bayed about with many Enemies,

And fome that fmile 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. Stand, ho!

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!

Bru.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you Salutation from his Master.

Bru. He greets me well. Your Mafter, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill Officers,
Hath given me fome worthy caufe to wish
Things done, undone; but if he be at hand,
I fhall be fatisfied.

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 refolv'd.

Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough,
But not with fuch familiar Inftances,
Nor with fuch free and friendly Conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haft defcrib'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 fimple Faith:
But hollow Men, like Horfes hot at hand,
Make gallant fhew, and promife of their Mettle,

[Low March within. But when they should endure the bloody Spur, They fall their Creft, 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 Horfe in general,

Are come with Caffius.

Enter Caffius and Soldiers.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd;

March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! fpeak the word along.

Within. Stand!

Within, Stand!

Within. Stand!

Caf.

Caf. Moft noble Brother! you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine Enemies? And if not fo, how should I wrong a Brother?

Caf. Brutus, this fober 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 Caffius 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 guard the Door.

Manent Brutus and Caffius.

[Exeunt.

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.

Bru. You wrong'd your felf to write in fuch a cafe.
Caf. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet,
That every nice Offence should bear his Comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you your felf
Are much condemn'd to have an itching Palm,
To fell, 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 elfe your last.
Br. The name of Caffius honours this Corruption,
And Chaftifement doth therefore hide his Head.
Caf. Chaftifement !-

Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for Juftice fake?

What Villain touch'd his Bedy, that did ftab,

And

And not for Juftice? What, fhall one of Us,
That ftruck the foremoft Man of all this World,
But for fupporting Robbers, fhall we now
Contaminate our Fingers with base Bribes?
And fell the mighty fpace of our large Honours
For fo much trafh, as may be grafped thus?.
I had rather be a Dog, and bait the Moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bait not me,

I'll not endure it; you forget your self,
To hedge me in, I am a Soldier, I,
Older in Practice, abler than your felf
To make Conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Caffius.

Caf. I am.

Bru. I fay, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget my felfHave mind upon your Health...Tempt me no farther. Bru. Away,. flight Man.

Caf. Is't poffible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Muft I give way, and room to your rash Choler?

Shall I be frighted, when a Madman ftares?

Caf. O ye Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this?

Bru. All this! Ay more. Fret 'till your proud Heart break,

Go fhew your Slaves how Cholerick you are,

And make your Bondmen tremble. Muft I budge?
Muft I obferve you? Muft I ftand and crouch
Under your tefty Humour? By the Gods
You fhall digeft the venom of your Spleen,
Tho' it do fplit you. For from this Day forth,
I'll use you for my Mirth,
Mirth, yea for
my Laughter,

When you are waspish.

Caf. Is it come to this?

Bru. You fay, you are a better Soldier;

Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true,

And it shall pleafe me well. For mine own part,

I fhall 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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