Cit. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tyber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæsar: When comes such another?
1 Cit. Never, never: -Come, away, away:
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

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 a Servant. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house. Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:

He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.

Serv. 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 inov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-A STREET.
Enter Cinna, the Poet.

C. I dreamt to-night that I did feastwith Cæsar,
And things unluckily charge my phantasy:
I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

Enter Citizens.

1 Cit. What is your name?

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.

Act Fourth.

SCENE I.-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.1 [Lepidus? Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, 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 damn2 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?
Oct.

The Capitol.

Or here, or at [Exit Lepidus.

Ans. 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?

2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription. [you; Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than And though we lay these honours on this man,

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.

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. 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.

2 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. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy!

Cin. As a friend.

2 Cit. That matter is answered directly. 4 Cit. For your dwelling, briefly.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

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. And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so; He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds [forth: On objects, arts, and imitations;

Which, out of use, and stal'd 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
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd, [head.
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,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
And bay'd1 about with many enemies; [fear,
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I
Millions of mischief.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-BEFORE BRUTUS' TENT, IN THE

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,

Make gallant show and promise of their mettle: But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarThe greater part, the horse in general, [ter'd; Are come with Cassius. [March within. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd:

March gently on to meet him.

Enter Cassius and Soldiers.

Cas. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

[Within.] Stand.

[Within.] Stand.

[Within.] Stand.

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 our door. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-WITHIN THE TENT OF BRUTUS. Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter Brutus and Cassius.

Cas. That you have wrong'd me doth appear

in this:

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein my letters, praying on his side
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
B. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case.
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice1 offence should bear hiscomment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas.

I an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. B. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement?

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honours, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

Cas.

Brutus, bay not me;

I'll not endure it; you forget yourself To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourseif To make conditions.

Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible?

Bru.

Hear me, for I will speak. 1 Trifling.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares?

C. 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,
And make your bondmen treinble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.
Cas.

Is it come to this?

Cas. What? durst not tempt him?

Bru.

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,
When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst

him better

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.

Bru.

Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger, as the flint bears fire; Who much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again. Cas.

Hath Cassius liv'd To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him? Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too. Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your Bru. And my heart too. [hand. Cas. O Brutus!

[him.

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.

B. You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you
For certain sums of gold, which you denied me;-
For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection.1 I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions, [Cassius?
Which you denied me: Was that done like
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!

Cas.

Bru. You did. Cas.

I denied you not.

I did not: he was but a fool, That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riv'd my heart:

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
Cas. You love me not.
Bru.

I do not like your faults.
C. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do
As huge as high Olympus.

[appear

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, [come, For Cassius is aweary of the world:

Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;

What's the matter? Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave Makes me forgetful? [me,

Bru.

Yes, Cassius: and henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you [Noise within. Poet. [Within.] Let me go in to see the generals:

30.

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

1 Dishonest practice.