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2 Pleb. Whither are you going? 3 Pleb. Where do you dwell ?
Pleb. Are you a married män, or a bachelor ? 2 Pleb. Answer every man directly. i Pleb. Ay, and briefly. 4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely. 3 Pleb. 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 ever man directly and briefly, wisely and truly; wisely, I fay-I am a bachelor.
2 Pleb. “ 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,
Pleb. " Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for « his bad verses,
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
4 Pleb. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck but his Dame out of his heart, and turn him going, 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear bim. Come, brands, ho,
fire-brands : To Brutus, to Cassius, buộn all. Some to Decius's house, And some to Casca's, fome to Ligarius : away, go.
A C T IV. S CE NE I.
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus. Ant. Hese many then shall die, their names are
oa. Your brother too muft die; consent you, Lepidus?
Lep. I do consent,
Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live,
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 shall determine How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lep. What ? fhall I find you here?
Ant. This is a flight, unmeritable man,
Oct. So you thought him ;
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you ;
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius : and for that
Are levying powers; we must straight make head.
Oit. Let us do so ; for we are at the stike,
and Pindarus meeting them.
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, In his own charge, or by ill officers, Hath given me some worthy cause to with Things done, undone ; but if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.
Pin. I do not doubt, But that
noble master will appear, Such as he is, full of regard and honour.
Bry. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough ;
Bru. Thou hast describ'd
But when they should endure the bloody fpur,
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd:
[Low March within.
Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, bow should I wrong a brother?
Caf. Brutus, this fober form of your’s hides wrongs, And when you do them
Bru. Cassius, be content,
Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man,
Re-enter Brutus and Cassius.
Wherein my letter (praying on his side,
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a cafe.
Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caflius, you yourself
Caf. I an itching palm ?
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption, And chartisement doth therefore hide its head.
Caf. Chastisement !
Bru.“ Remember March, the ides of March remem" Did not great Julius bleed for justice sake? “ What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, “ 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.
Caf. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to ; you are not Caffius,
Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself
-tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, flight man ! Caf. Is't posible ?
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Mut I give way and room to your rash choler ? “ Shall I be frighted when a inadman stares ? • lo e. small trifling offence.