Cin. Truly my Name is Cinna. 1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a Confpirator: Cin. I am Cinna the Poet, I am Cinna the Poet. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad Veries, tear him for his bad Verles. Cin. I am not Cinna the Coofpirator. 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, Firebrands: To Brutus, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's Houfe, And fome to Caska's, fume to Ligarius: Away, go. [Exeunt all the Plebeians. Ant. ACT IV. SCENE I. SCENE Rome. Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus. •The "Hefe many then fhall die, their Names are prickt. Oct. Your Brother too muft die; confent you, Lep. I do confent. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon Condition Publius fhall not live, Who is your Sifter's Son, Mark Antony. (Lepidus? Ant. He shall not live; look, with a Spet, I dama him. But Lepidus, go you to Cafar's Houfe; Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine How to cut off fome Charge in Legacies. Lep. What? fhall I find you here? 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 fland Oct. So you thought him, And took his Voice, who should be prickt to die, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more Days than you; Το To ease our felves of divers fland'rous Loads, Oct. You may do your Will; But he's a try'd and valiant Soilder. Ant. So is my Horse, Octavius, and for that, Our best Friends made, and our best means ftretcht out How covert Matters may be beft disclos'd, And open Perils fureft answered. Oct. Let us do fo; for we are at the ftake, And bayed about with many Enemies, And fome that fmile have in their Hearts, I fear, Millions of Mischiefs. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before Brutus's Tent, in the Camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. Stand, ho! Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand! Bru. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near? Bru. He greets me well. Your Mafter, Pindarus, Pin. I do not doubt But that my Noble Master will appear Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd A hot Friend, cooling; ever note, Lucilius, There are no Tricks in plain and fimple Faith: [Low March within. But when they should endure the bloody Spur, They fall their Creft, 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. Enter Caffius and Soldiers. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd; March gently on to meet him. Caf. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand, ho! fpeak the word along. Within. Stand! Within, Stand! Within. Stand! Caf. Caf. Moft noble Brother! you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine Enemies? And if not fo, how should 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 foftly, I do know you well. Caf. Pindarus, Bid our Commanders lead their Charges off Bru. Lucilius, do you the like, and let no Man Manent Brutus and Caffius. [Exeunt. Caf. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, Bru. You wrong'd your felf to write in fuch a cafe. Caf. Ay, an itching Palm? You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember; Did not great Julius bleed for Juftice fake? What Villain touch'd his Bedy, that did ftab, And And not for Juftice? What, fhall one of Us, Caf. Brutus, bait not me, I'll not endure it; you forget your self, Bru. Go to; you are not Caffius. Caf. I am. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget my felfHave mind upon your Health...Tempt me no farther. Bru. Away,. flight Man. Caf. Is't poffible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Muft I give way, and room to your rash Choler? Shall I be frighted, when a Madman ftares? Caf. O ye Gods! ye Gods! muft I endure all this? Bru. All this! Ay more. Fret 'till your proud Heart break, Go fhew your Slaves how Cholerick you are, And make your Bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? When you are waspish. Caf. Is it come to this? Bru. You fay, you are a better Soldier; Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true, And it shall pleafe me well. For mine own part, I fhall be glad to learn of Noblemen. Caf. You wrong me every way--You wrong me, Brutus; I faid, an Elder Soldier, not a Better. Did |