for? 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. Prooced; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cesar'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. 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. 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. ACT IV. SCENE 1.-The same. [Exeunt. A Room in Antony's House. Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table. Antony. THESE many then shall die; their names are prick'd. 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: Are levying powers: we must straight make 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, Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake, SCENE 11.-Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. [Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus, In his own change, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Oct. Your brother too must die; consent you, Le Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, pidus? Lep. I do consent. [Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable inan, The three-fold world divided, he should stand Oct. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man, To case ourselves of divers slanderous leads, 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 win, to stop, to run directly on: I shall be satisfied. Pin. Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius; How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd. 1 Luc. With courtesy and with respect enough: Bru. It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; 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. Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. 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. You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? Cas. To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, Older in practice, abler than yourself Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Ist possible? Bru. 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 choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, Cas. What, durst not tempt 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. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;- To you for gold to pay my legions, 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, Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, For Cassius is aweary of the world: better Than ever thou lov❜dst Cassius. Brue Sheath 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 hand. Bru. And my heart too. 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. Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Cas. How now? What's the matter? Poet. For shame, you generals; what do you 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 cynic rhyme ! Bru. Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence. Cas. Bear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion. Bru. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the wars do with these jiggling fools? Companion, hence. Cas. Away, away, be gone. Bru. Come in, Titinius:-Welcome, good Messala.-Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. Cus. Portia, art thou gone? Bru. No more, I pray you.-Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius, and Mark Antony, Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mes. Myself have letters of the self-same tenor. Bru. With what addition? 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; Mes. Ay, Cicero is dead, Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Mes. That, methinks, is strange. Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Mes. No, my lord. Bru. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala : With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure. Cas. I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? Cas. I do not think it good. Bru. Your reason? Cas. This it is: 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. 1 was sure, your lordship did not give it me. Bru. Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful. 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. Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt sleep again; I wi!! not hold thee long: if I do live, I will be good to thee. [Music, and a song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music?-Gentle knave, good night; I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good night. Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turn'd down, Where I left reading? Here it is, I think. [He si's down. SCENE 1.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter Octavius NOW, Antony, our hopes are answered : Ant. Tut, I am in their bosoms, and I know Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. | Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Messala: Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk. Bru. Words before blows: Is it so, countrymen? Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Oc- Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good Witness the hole you made in Cæsar's heart, Ant. Not stingless too. Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd like And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank yourself: Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing make us I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. Ant. Old Cassius still! [Exeunt Octavius, Antony, and their army. Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; and swim, bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. This morning are they fled away, and gone; Our army lies, ready to give up the ghost. Cas. I but believe it partly; For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv'd Now, most noble Brutus, Bru. Even by the rule of that philosophy, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life ;-arming myself with patience, Cas. Then, if we lose this battle, Bru. No, Cassius, no: think not, thou noble Roman, Bru. Why then, lead on.-O, that a man might know [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. The Field of Battle. Ala rum. Enter Brutus and Messala. Bru. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills But cold demeanour in Octavius' wing, Ride, ride, Messala; let them all come down. (Exeunt |