S c E N E VII. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.

Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Gefar,
'And things unluckey charge my fantasie;
I have no will to wander forth of doors:
Yet something leads me forth.

i Pleb. What is your name?
2 Pleb. Whither are you going?
3 Pleb. Where do you dwell?
4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a batchelor?
2 Pleb. Answer every man, directly.
1 Pleb, Ay, and briefly.
4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely.
3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best.

Čin. What is my name? whither am I going? where do I dwell? am I a married man, or a batchelor? then to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly; wisely, I say—I am a batchelor,

2 Pleb. “ That's as much as to say, they are fools « chat marry; you'll bear me a bang for that, I fear “ proceed directly

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral.
i Pleb. As a friend, or an enemy?
Cin. As a friend,
2 Pleb. That matter is answer'd directly.
4 Pleb. For your dwelling; briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your name, Sir, truly.
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.
i Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

And things unluckily charge my fantasie ;] Both for the sake of the fenfe and measure we should read,

And thing unluckey charge my fantafie, 1. e. unluckey things; for the ancient superstition divided things into luckey and unluckey.

4 Pleb.

4 Pleb. « Tear him for his bad verses, tear him s for his bad verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

4 Pleb. It is no matter, his name's Cinna ; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him; come, brands, ho,

fire-brands: To Brutus, to Calhus, burn all. Some to Decius's

house, And some to Casca's, fome to Ligarius : away, go.



Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

Α Ν Τ Ο Ν Υ. TH HESE many then shall die, their names are

Oet. Your brother too muft die ; consent you, Le.

pidus ?
Lep. I do consent.
. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition, Publius shall not live
Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot I damn

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house;
Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off fome charge in legacies.

Lep. What? shall I find you here?
. Or here, or at the Capitol. [Exit Lepidus.

Ant. This is a sight, unmeritable, inan,
Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,
The three-fold world divided, he should stand
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One of the three to share it?

Ost. So you thought him ;
And took his voice who should be prickt to die,
In our black fentence and profcription.

Ant. Ostavius, I have seen more days than you s
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease our felves of divers sland'rous loads ;
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Or 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.

OE. You may do your will ;
But he's a try'd and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Oétavius : and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I reach 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 fo;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds
On (a) abject Orts, and imitations :
Which, out of use, and stald by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Oétavius,
Listen great things-Brutus and Casius
Are levying powers; we must straight make head.
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd ;
Our best friends made, and our best means stretcht out ;
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.
[(a) abje& Orts. Mr. Theobald, -- Vulg. ohjeets, arts. ]

QEt. 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.

[Exeunt. $ C E N E II. Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and soldiers : Titinius

and Pindarus meeting them.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and land!
Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Casius near ?

Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you salutation from his master.

Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
* In his own charge, or by ill officers,
Hath given me fome worthy cause to with
Things done, undone ; but if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

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

In his own change, or by ill officers,] The sense of which is this, Either your master, by the change of his virtuous nature, or by his officers abufing the power be had intrusted to them, hath done some things I could wish undone. This implies a doubt which of the two was the case. Yet, immediately after, on Pindarus's saying, His master was full of regard and honour, he replies, he is not doubted. To reconcile this we should read,

In his own CHARGE, or by ill officers. i. e. either by those under his immediate command, or under the command of his lieutenants who had abused their truft. Charge is so usual a word in Shakespear, to signify the forces committed to the truft of a commander, that I think it needless to give any inkances.



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Luc. With courtesie, and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'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 simple faith
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant shew and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody (pur,
They fall their crest, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the tryal. Comes his army on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassius, [Low march within.

Enter Caffius and soldiers.
Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd;
March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Scand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along.
Within. Stand !
Within. Stand!
Within. Stand!
Caf. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Caf. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs, And when you do them

Bru. Caffius, be content,
Speak your griefs sofely, I do know

you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, (Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us) Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away; Then in my Tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,


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