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Ant. Why, friends, you go to do you know not what. Wherein hath Cæfar thus deferv'd your
loves ? Alas, you know not; I must tell you
then: You have forgot the Will, I told you of. All. Most true the Wil
- lets stay and hear the Will. Ant. Here is the Will, and under Cafar's seal. To ev'ry Roman citizen he gives, To ev'ry fev'ral man, fev'nty-five drachma's.
2 Pleb. Moft noble Cæjar! we'll revenge his death.
Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks,
. i Pleb. Never, never ; come, away, away ;
2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire.
[Exeunt Plebeians with the body.
(13) On this fide Tiber : ] The Scene is here in the Forum near the Capitol, and in the most frequented Part of the City ; but Cæfar's Gardens were very remote from that Quarter.
Trans Tiberim longe cubat is, prope Cæfaris hortos. says Horace; And both the Naumacbia and Gardens of Cafar were separated from the main City by the River; and lay out wide, on a Line with Mount Faniculum. Our Author therefore certainly wrote;
On that side Tiber; And Plutarcb, whom Shakespeare very diligently studied, in the Life of Marcus Brutus, speaking of Cæsar's Will
, expresly says, That he left to the Publick his Gardens, and Walks, beyond the Tiber.
Ant. Now let it work; Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt ! How now, fellow ?
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Oétavius is already come to Rome.
Ant. And thither will I ftraight, to visit him ;
merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.
Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Calius
Ant. Belike, they had fome notice of the people,
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cafar,
į Pleb. What is your name?
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 fay, 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. i Pleb. As a friend, or enemy?
Cin. As a friend.
4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator. 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, fire
brands : To Brutus, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's house, And some to Casca's, some to Ligarius : away, go.
А ст SCENE, a fmall Island near Mutina. (14) Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.
then shall die, their names are prickt. Ošta. Your brother too must die ; consent you,
Lepidus ? Lep. I do consent.
(14) SCENE, a small Island) Mr. Rowe, and Mr. Pope after him, have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome. The Old Copies say Nothing of the place. Shakespeare, I dare say, knew from Plutarch, that these Triumvirs met, upon the Profcription, in a little Inand : which Appian, who is more particular, says, lay near Mutina upon the River Lavinius, C 5
Osta. Prick him down, Antony.
filter's son, Mark Antony.
Lep. What? shall I find you here?
Ant, This is a slight, unmeritable, man,
Oxa. So you thought him ;
Ant, Ostavius, I have seen more days than you ;
and fweat under the bufiness,
Ant. So is my horse, Oétavius: and, for that,
(15) A barren-spirited Fellow, one that feeds
on Objects, Arts, and Imitations, &Co
On abject Orts, and imitations ;
Osta. Let us do fo; for we are at the Atake,
SCENE before Brutus's Tent, in the camp
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and Soldiers : Titinius
and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. TAND, ho !
Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand ! Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Casius near ?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come: To do
falutation from his mafter.
"Tis hard to conceive, why he should be call?d a barren-spiritedi Fellow, that could feed either on Objects, or Arts: that is, as I presume, form his Ideas and Judgment upon them: ftale and obsolete Ionitation, indeed, fixes such a Character. I am persuaded, to make the Poet consonant to himself, we must read, as I have res. itored the Text.
On abject Orts, is. e. on the Scraps and Fragments of Things rejected and despised by others,