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3 Cit. O royal Cæsar!
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
1 Cit. Never, never.-Come, away, away:
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
[Exeunt Citizens, with the body. Ant. Now let it work : Mischief, thou art afuot; Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now,
Ser. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him :
Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had moved them. Bring me to Octavius.
Enter CINNA, the poet.
1 Cit. What is
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 ʼll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
Cin. Poet. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
i Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. Poet. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for bis 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 I V.
A room in Antony's house. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are
prick'a. Oct. Your brother too must die : consent you,
Lepidus ? Lep. I do consent. Oct.
Prick him down, Antony.
damn 1 him.
here? Oct. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit Lepidus.
Ant. This is a slight, unmeritable man,
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 :
do 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 ; And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so: He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth : A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and staled by other men, Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him, But as a property. And now, Octavius, Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius Are levying powers : we must straight make head; Therefore let our alliance be combined, Our best friends made, our means stretch'd to the