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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.
3 Pleb. O royal Cafar!
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 that fide Tiber; he hath left them you, (13)
And to your heirs for ever ; common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæfar, when comes such another?

. i Pleb. Never, never ; come, away, away ;
We'll burn his body in the holy place,
And with the brands fire all the traitors' houses.
Take up the body.

2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire.
3 Pleb. Pluck down benches.
Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.

[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, Where is he?
Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's house.

Ant. And thither will I ftraight, 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 Calius
Are rid, like madmen, through the gates of Rome.

Ant. Belike, they had fome notice of the people,
How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Olavius.


Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.

Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with Cafar,
And things unluckily charge my fantasy;
I have no will to wander forth of doors :
Yet something leads me forth.

į 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 ?
* Pleb. Answer every man, directly.
i Pleb. Ay, and briefly.
4 Pleb. Ay, and wisely.
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 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.
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.
i Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator.
Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.

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.

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THESE many

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


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Osta. Prick him down, Antony.
Lep. Upon condition, Publius shall not live;
Who is


filter'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 fome charge in legacies.

Lep. What? shall I find you here?
Ošta. 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?

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

Ant, Ostavius, I have seen more days than you ;
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To.ease ourselves of divers fland'rous loads
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,

and fweat under the bufiness,
Or 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.
Osta. You



But he's try'd and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Oétavius: and, for that,
I do appoint him ftore 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 my spirit.
And, in fome taste, is Lepidus but fo;
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow, one that feeds (15)



(15) A barren-spirited Fellow, one that feeds

on Objects, Arts, and Imitations, &Co

On abject Orts, and imitations ;
Which, out of use, and ftald by other men,
Begin his fashion. Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Oilavius,
Liften 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 stretcht out;
And let us presently go fit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Osta. Let us do fo; for we are at the Atake,
And bay'd about with many enemies ;
And fome, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.


SCENE before Brutus's Tent, in the camp

near Sardis.

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.
Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus,
In his own change, or by ill officers,
Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone ; but if he be at hand,

"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,

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