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And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Cit. We'll mutiny.
1st Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Sd Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators.
Wherein hath Cæsar thus deserv'd your loves?
Cit. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear the will.
Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,
To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
2d Cit. Most noble Cæsar!--we'll revenge his death. 3d Cit. O royal Cæsar!
Ant. Hear me with patience.
Cit. Peace, ho!
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
Take up the body.
2d Cit. Go, fetch fire.
3d Cit. Pluck down benches.
4th Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Citizens, with the Body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fellow ?
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.
Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.
SCENE III.-The same. A Street.
Enter CINNA, the Poet.
Cin. I dream't to-night, that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth.
1st Cit. What is your name?
2d Cit. Whither are you going?
Sd Cit. Where do you dwell?
4th Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor?
2d Cit. Answer every man directly.
1st Cit. Ay, and briefly.
4th Cit. Ay, and wisely.
3d 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.
2d Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed directly.
Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1st Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend.
2d Cit. The matter is answered directly.
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
1st Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4th Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
2d Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.
sd Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius' away; go. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-The same.
A Room in ANTONY'S House. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a Table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd.
Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus ?
Lep. I do consent.
Oct. 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;
Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,
Oct. So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as an ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point 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 shake his ears, And graze in commons.
Oct. You may do your will;
But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd