3. Cit. Where do you 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 wifely.

3. Cit. Ay, and truly, you were beft.

Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am Í a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wifely I fay, I am a bachelor.

2. Cit. That's as much as to fay, they are fools that marry :-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæfar's funeral.

1. Git. As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

2. Cit. That matter is anfwer'd directly.

4. Cit. For your dwelling, briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3. Cit. Your name, fir, truly,

Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1. Ci Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator.

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 confpirator.

4. Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

Some to

3. Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! firebrands. Ta Brutus', to Caffius'; burn all. Decius' houfe, and fome to Cafca's; fome to Ligarius': away; go.

Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE, I.

The fame. A Room in Antony's house.

ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, feated at a table. Ant. Thefe many then shall die; their names are prick'd 7. Your brother too muft die; Confent you, Lepidus ? Lep. I do confent.

Q. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius fhall not live,

Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony.

Ant. He fhall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house;

Fetch the will hither, and we thall determine
How to cut off fome charge in legacies.
Lep. What, fhall I find you here?
Oa. Or here, or at the Capitol.

Ant. This is a flight unmeritable man,

Meet to be fent on errands: Is it fit,

Exit-LEPIDUS.

The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

Oa. So you thought him;.

And took his voice who fhould be prick'd to die,
In our black fentence and profcription.

Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you:
And though we lay thefe honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers flanderous loads,
He fhall but bear them as the afs 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 thake his ears,
And graze in commons.

Oct. You may do your will;

But he's a try'd and valiant foldier.

Ant. So is my horfe, Octavius; and, for that,
I do appoint him ftore of provender,
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to ftop, to run directly on;

His corporal motion govern'd by my fpirit.
And, in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth:
A barren-fpirited 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,
Liften great things.-Brutus and Caffius,
Are levying powers: we mufl ftraight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, our means stretch'd to the utmoft;
And let us presently go fit in council,

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

And open perils fureft answered.

O. Let us do fo: for we are at the ftake,

And bay'd about with many enemies;

And fome, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt

Before Brutus' tent, in the camp near Sardis.®

Drum. Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

Bru. Stand here.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and ftand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near?
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

To do you falutation 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 given me fome worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I fhall be fatisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt,

But that my noble mafter will appear

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius;

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How

How he receiv'd you, let me be refolv'd.
Luc. With courtefy, and with respect enough;
But not with fuch familiar inftances,

Nor with fuch free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd

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

There are no tricks in plain and fimple faith:
But hollow men, like horfes hot at hand,
Make gallant fhew and promife of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody fpur,
They fall their crefts, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horfe in general,

Are come with Caffius.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd:

March gently on to meet him.

[March within.

Enter CASSIUS, and Soldiers.

Caf. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand-ho! Speak the word along.

Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Within. Stand.

Cas. Moit noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bra. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies And, if not fo, how fhould I wrong a brother?

Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do them—

Bru. Caffius, be content,

Speak your griefs 3 foftly,I do know you well:-
Before the eyes of both our armies here,

Which fhould perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Caf. Pindarus,

i. e. your grievances.

Bid

Bil our commanders lead their charges off

A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do you the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door.

Within the tent of Brutus.

[Exeunt.

Lucius and Titinius at fome diftance from it.
Enter BRUTUS, and CASSIUS.

Caf. 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 fide,
Because I knew the man, were flighted off.

Bru. You wrong'd yourfelf, to write in fuch a cafe.
Caf. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Bru. Let me tell you, Caffius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm;
To fell and mart your offices for gold,
To undefervers.

Caf. I an itching palm?

You know, that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this fpeech were else your last.
Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.
Caf. Chaftifement!

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' fake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for juftice? What, fhall one of us,
That ftruck the foremost man of all this world,
But for fupporting robbers; fhall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And fell the mighty space of our large honours,
For fo much trash, as may be grasped thus ?-
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than fuch a Roman.

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➡ every nice offence-] i. e. small trifling offence.