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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.

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

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;
Fetch the will bither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.

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


you here?

? Upon condition Publius shall not live,] Mr. Upton has sufficiently proved that the poet made a mistake as to this character men. tioned by Lepidus ; Lucius, not Publius, was the person meant, who was uncle by the mother's side to Mark Antony: and in con• sequence of this, he concludes that Shakspeare wrote;

You are his sister's son, Mark Antony. The mistake, however, is more like the mistake of the author, than of his transcriber or printer. Steevens.

damn him.] i. e. condemn him.


So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours 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.


may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
His corporal motion govern'd by iny spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go

A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On objects, arts, 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, Octavius,
Listen great things.—Brutus and Cassius,
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore, let our alliance be combin'd,
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,


- a property.) i. e. as a thing quite at our disposal, and to be treated as we please.

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.



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 ine some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

I do not doubt,
But that my noble master 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.

Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough; But not with such familiar instances, Nor with such free and friendly conference, As he hath used of old. Bru.

Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,

at the stake,) An allusion to bear-baiting.

When love begins to sicken 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 show and promise of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial. Comes his

Comes his army on?
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quar-

ter'd; The greater part, the horse in general, Are come with Cassius.

[March within. 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.
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?

Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides wrongs; And when you do themBru.

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.


your griefs -] i.e. your grievances.

Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

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. [Exeunt.


Within the Tent of Brutus.

Lucius and Titinius at some distance from it.

Cas. 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 side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Bru. You wrong’d yourself, to write in such a case.

Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet
That every nice offence should bear his comment.

Bru. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condeinn'd to have an itching palm;
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus that speak this,
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

Brú. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

Cas. Chastisement!
Bru. Remember March, the ides of March re-


every nice offence) i. e, small trifling offence.

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