That made them do it; they are wise, and honour

able.

And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 540

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts;

I am no orator, as Brutus is :

But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me publick leave to speak of him.
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know
Shew you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb

mouths !

And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus,
And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
All. We'll mutiny.

I Pleb. We'll burn the house of Brutus.

550

3 Pleb. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me

speak.

559

All. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble Antony. Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not

what:

Wherein hath Cæsar so deserv'd your loves?
Alas, you know not:-I must tell you then :-
You have forgot the will I told you of.

AR.

All. Most true;-the will;-let's stay, and hear

the will.

Ant. Here is the will, and under Cæsar's seal.
To every Roman citizen he gives,

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
Pleb. Most noble Cæsar!-We'll revenge his

death.

3 Pleb. O royal Cæsar !

Ant. Hear me with patience.
All. Peace, ho!

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæsar: When comes such another?
1 Pleb. Never, never :-come, away, away:
We'll burn his body in the holy place,

And with the brands fire the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire.

570

580

3 Pleb. Pluck down benches.

4 Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

[Exeunt Plebeians, with the body.

Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!-How now,

fellow ?

Enter

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. Where is he?

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.
Ant. And thither will I strait to visit him:
He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.

Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.

590

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A Street. Enter CINNA the Poet, and after him, the Plebeians.

Cin. I dreamt to-night that I did feast with Cæsar,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy:

I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

1 Pleb. What is your name?

2 Pleb. Whither are you going?

3 Pleb. Where do you dwell?

4 Pleb. Are you a married man, or a bachelor ?

2 Pleb. Answer every man directly.

1 Pleb. Ay, and briefly.

4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely.

600

8 Pleb.

609

3 Pleb. Ay, and truly, you were best. 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 Pleb. 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 Pleb. As a friend or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

2 Pleb. That matter is answer'd directly.
4 Pleb. For your dwelling,-briefly.
Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Pleb. Your name, sir, truly.
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

620

4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

630

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' and to Cassius', burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's, some to Ligarius: away; go. [Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

On a small island near Mutina. Enter ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS.

ANTONY.

THESE many then shall die; their names are prick'd.

Octa. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus ?

Lep. I do consent.

Octa. 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 shall determine

How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Octa. Or here, or at the Capitol

10

[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?

Ota. So you thought him ;

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

Ant.