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Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb
Cit. We'll mutiny.
speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most poble Antony, Ant. Why, friends. you go to do you know not
2 Cit. Most noble Cæsar!- we'll revenge his death,
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away:
2 Cit. Go, fetch fire. 3 Cit. Pluck down benches. 4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
[Exeunt Citizens, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now, fel.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him:
Serd. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius,
The same. A street.
Enter Cinna, the poet.
1 Cit. What is your name?
3 Cit. Where do you dwell?
Cin. What is my name? 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.
2 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.
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 Li. garius': away; go.
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. What, shall I find you here?
Or here, or at The Capitol.
(Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a slight ubmeritable 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? Oct.
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,
You may do your will; But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Oct. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
. As a thing at our disposal.