3 Cit. O royal Cæsar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Cit. Peace, ho! Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, Here was a Cæsar! When comes such another? We'll burn his body in the holy place, 2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 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 SERVANT. Ser. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ser. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A street. Enter CINNA, the poet. Cin. Poet. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar, And things unluckily charge my fantasy:1 I have no will to wander forth of doors, Yet something leads me forth. Enter CITIZENS. 1 Cit. What is your name ? 3 Cit. Where do you dwell? 4 Cit. Are you a married man or a bachelor? 2 Cit. Answer every man directly. 1 Cit. Ay, and briefly. 4 Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3 Cit. Ay, and truly; you were best. Cin. Poet. 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. 'My mind is oppressed with ill omens. 2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. that marry. Proceed; directly. Cin. Poet. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. Poet. As a friend. 2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly. Cin. Poet. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly. Cin. Poet. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Cit. Tear him to pieces; he's a conspirator. Cin. Poet. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. 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. ACT IV. 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 1 him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine How to cut off some charge in legacies. Lep. What, shall I find you here? [Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a slight, unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit, The threefold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it? Oct. So you thought him; 1 Condemn. 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 honors 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 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, Which, out of use, and staled by other men, But as a property. Do not talk of him, And now, Octavius, Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius forth: Are levying powers: we must straight make head; Therefore let our alliance be combined, Our best friends made, our means stretch'd to the utmost; |