: You all do know this mantle: I remember Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, 1 Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3 Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: 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. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius SCENE III. A Street. Enter CINNA, the Poet. Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar And things unluckily charge my fantasy: I have no will to wander forth of doors, Enter Citizens. 1 Cit. What is your name? 2 Cit. Whither are you going? 6 Near fifty shillings. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling, — briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 4 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's: some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt. Prick 7 him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out; And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn 8 And open perils surest answered. him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house; The Capitol. Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, And bay'd 9 about with many enemies; And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischief. [Exeunt. Or here, or at SCENE II. — Before Brutus' Tent, in the Camp [Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it? Oct. So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription. 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 the 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 this 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, I do appoint him store of provender. It is a creature that I teach to fight, To wind, to stop, to run directly on; His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit. He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : 7 Set, mark. 8 Condemn. Drum. near Sardis. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, Lucius, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them. Pru. Stand here. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master. [PINDARUS gives a Letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar-Than such a Roman. ter'd; You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. Go to; you're not, Cassius. Bru. I say, you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Cas. O ye gods! ye gods! Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how cholerick you are, Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;- Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius? As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for, I know, O insupportable and touching loss! — Upon what sickness? Bru. Impatient of my absence; And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him | Have made themselves so strong; - for with her better Cas. Bru O Brutus ! What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Cassius; and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so. [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals: There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone. Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me. Enter Poet. Cas. How now? What's the matter? mean? Love, and be friends, as two such men should be; For I have seen more years, I am sure, than ye. Cas. Ha, ha; how vilely doth this cynick rhyme! 2 Split. death That tidings came ; — With this she fell distract, | And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire. Cas. And died so? Bru. Even so. Cas. O ye immortal gods! Enter LUCIUS, with Wine and Tapers. Bru. Speak no more of her. - Give me a bowl pray you. Now sit we close about this taper here, Mes. That by proscription, and bills of outlawry, Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, Have put to death an hundred senators. Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Cas. Cicero one? 3 Fellow. - 'Tis better, that the enemy seek us: This it is: So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground, Cas. Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord? Bru. I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep; It may be, I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius. Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure. Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs; It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so; I put it in the pocket of my gown. [Servants lie down. Luc. I was sure your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much for getful. Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile, And touch thy instrument a strain or two. Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you. Bru. It does, my boy; I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing. Luc. It is my duty, sir. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might; Hear me, good brother. I know, young bloods look for a time of rest. Bru. Under your pardon. You must note be side, That we have try'd the utmost of our friends, We, at the height, are ready to decline. Cas. Cas. No more. Good night, Titinius: - Noble, noble Cassius, Cas. Luc. I have slept, my lord, already. I will not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Musick and a Song. This is a sleepy tune : — O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace 5 upon my boy, That plays thee musick? night; Gentle knave, good I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. down, O my dear brother! Bru. This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Why com'st thou ? Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at Philippi. Bru. Well; Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. 5 Sceptre. Ay, at Philippi. [Ghost vanishes. |