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SCENE III. The same.
Enter Cinna, the Poet.
Whither am I going ? Where do I dwell ? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor.
Cit. 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. 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.
1 i. e. circumstances oppress my fancy with an ill-omened weight.
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.
SCENE I. The same. A Room in Antony's
ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are
pricked. Oct. Your brother too must die ; consent you, Lep
idus ? Lep. I do consent. Oct.
Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius ? shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot I damn him.
Lep. What, shall I find
Or here, or at The Capitol.
[Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight, unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands. Is it fit,
1 The place of this scene, here inserted by Malone, is not marked in the old copy. It appears from Plutarch and Appian, that these triumvirs met, upon the proscription, in a little island near Mutina, upon the river Lavinius. Shakspeare, however, apparently meant the scene to be at Rome.
2 Lucius, not Publius, was the person meant, who was uncle by the mother's side to Mark Antony.
3 i. e. condemn him.
The threefold world divided, he should stand
you thought him; And took his voice who should be pricked to die, In our black sentence and proscription.
Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you ; And though we lay these honors on this man, To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, 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.
your But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
out, 1 i. e. as a thing quite at our disposal, and to be treated as we please. 2 The old copy gives this line imperfectly :
“ Our best friends made, our means stretched.” Malone supplied it thus :
“Our best friends made, our means stretched to the utmost.” The reading of the text is that of the second folio edition, which is sufficiently perspicuous.
And let us presently go sit in council,
Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
SCENE II. Before Brutus’ Tent, in the Camp near
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Soldiers.
TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.
Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come
[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 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 honor.
Bru. He is not doubted.—A word, Lucilius; How he received you, let me be resolved.
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances,
1 It having been thought that alteration was requisite in this line, it may be as well to observe Brutus charges both Cassius and his officer, Lucius Pella, with corruption; and he says to Lucilius, when he hears how he had been received by Cassius :
“ Thou hast described
A hot friend cooling." This is the change which Brutus complains of. VOL. VI.
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
Thou hast described
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered;
[March within. Bru.
Hark, he is arrived ;March gently on to meet him.
Enter Cassius and Soldiers.
Cas. Stand, ho!
Bru. Judge me, you gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs;
Cassius, be content,