I tell you that, which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

All. We'll mutiny.

1 Cit.

3 Cit.

We'll burn the house of Brutus.

Away then! come, seek the conspirators.

Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony; most noble Antony.

Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.

To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

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.

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 mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

SCENE III.

The Same. 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,

Yet something leads me forth.

[Exeunt.

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.

2 Cit.

4 Cit.

Cin.

Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

3 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! fire-brands! 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 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. Or here, or at the Capitol.
Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

[Exit LEPIDUS.

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;
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 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

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 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 head;

Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,

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'd about with many enemies;

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.

SCENE II.

Before BRUTUs' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

[Exeunt.

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers:

TITINIUS and PINDARUS meet them.

Bru. Stand, ho!

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,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath give me some worthy cause to wish

Things done, undone; but, if he be at hand,

I shall be satisfied.

Pin.

I do not doubt,

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.

A word, Lucilius :

How he receiv'd you let me be resolv'd.

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough;

But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,

As he hath used of old.

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,