1 Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy? 2 Pleb. That matter is anfwered directly. 1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verfes, 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 Caffius, burn all. Some to Decimus's house, And fome to Cafca's, fome to Ligarius: away, go. [Exe. ACT IV. SCENE I. A fmall Island in the little River Rhenus near Bononia. Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus. Ant. T HESE many men fhall die, their names are prickt. Oct. Your brother too muft die; consent you, Lepidus? Lep. I do confent. Oa. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live, Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot, I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house; Fetch the Will hither, and we fhall determine How to cut off fome charge in legacies. Lep. What? fhall I find you here? 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 stand O. So you thought him, And took his voice who fhould be prickt to die, In our black fentence and profcription. Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you; Or led or driven, as we point the way; And having brought our treasure where we will, 08. You may do your will; But he's a try'd and valiant, soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius, and for that He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth, On abject orts, and imitations, Which out of use and ftal'd by other men, Our best friends made, and our beft means ftretcht out; And let us prefently go fit in council, How covert matters may be, best disclos'd, And open perils fureft answered. O. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And fome that fmile have in their hearts, I fear, SCENE II. [Exeunt. Before Brutus's tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. Stand, ho! Luc. Luc. Give the word, ho! and ftand! Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Caffius near? Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you falutation from his mafter. Bru. He greets me well. Your mafter, Pindarus, In his own charge, or by ill officers, Hath given me fome worthy cause to wish Things done, undone ; but if he be at hand, Pin. I do not doubt But that my noble mafter will appear Such as he is, full of regard and honour. Bru. He is not doubted. Hear, a word, Lucilius Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd A hot friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius, There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd ; The greater part, the horfe in general, Are come with Caffius. [Low march within. Enter Caffius and Soldiers. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd; March gently on to meet him. Caf. Stand, hol Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along. Within. Stand! Within, Stand! Within. Stand! Caf. Moft noble brother! you have done me wrong. T 3 Bru. Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies? Bru. Caffius, be content, you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, Caf. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off A little from this ground. Bru. Lucilius, do the like, and let no man Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door. SCENE III. Brutus's Tent. Re-enter Brutus and Caffius. [Exeunt. Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, Bru. You wrong'd your felf to write in fuch a cafe. Caf. I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Caf. Chaftifement! Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And And not for juftice? what, fhall one of us, Caf. Brutus, bait not me, I'll not endure it; you forget your self, Bru. Go to; you are not, Caffius. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget my felf. Have mind upon your health Bru. Away, flight man. Caf. Is't poffible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. - tempt me no farther. Muft I give way and room to your rafh choler? Caf. O Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this? Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret 'till your proud heart break; Go fhew your flaves how cholerick you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? Caf. Is it come to this? Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier; And it fhall pleafe me well. For mine own part, Caf. You wrong me every way you wrong me, Brutus ; |