4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. 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! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius'; away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. A room in Antony's house. Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd. Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus ? Lep. I do consent. Oct. 1 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. But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine Oct. The Capitol. Or here, or at [Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, The three-fold world divided, he should stand Oct. Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; † Condemn. * Set, mark. And though we lay these honours on this man, And graze in commons. Oct. You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier. Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that, He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Are levying powers: we must straight make head: Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd out; And let us presently go sit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, And open perils surest answered. Oct. 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 mischief. * As a thing at our disposal. [Exeunt. Surrounded, baited. SCENE II. 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 stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation 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 some worthy cause to wish Pin. Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius: Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, Thou hast describ'd Bru. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith : Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; [March within. The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd ; March gently on to meet him. Enter Cassius and Soldiers. Cas. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along. Within. Stand. Within. Stand. Cas. 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? wrongs; And when you do them- Bru. * Cassius, be content, Speak your griefs softly,-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, And I will give you audience. Cas. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard our door. * Grievances. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Within the tent of Brutus. Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it. Enter Brutus and Cassius. Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such a case. To undeservers. Cas. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? * Trifling. + Bait, bark at. |