Cin. As a friend. 2 Pleb. That matter is answer'd directly. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1 Pleb. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Pleb. Tear him for his bad verfes, tear him for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinna the confpirator. 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, to Caffius, burn all. Some to Decius's house, And fome to Cafce's, fome to Ligarius: away, go. [Exeunt. SCENE, a small Island near Mutina. (14) Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus. T ANTON Y. HESE many then shall die, their names are prickt Oct. Your brother too muft die; confent you, Lepidus? Lep. I do confent. (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 fay Nothing of the place. Shakespeare,I dare fay, knew from Plutarch, that these Triumvirs met, upon the Profcriptiin a little Ifland: which Appian, who is more particular, fays, lay near Mutina upon the River Lavinius. C.5 on, 08. Oa. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition, Publius fhall not live; Who is your fifter's fon, Mark Antony. Ant. He fhall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. But, Lepidus, go you to Cafar's houfe; Fetch the Will hither, and we fhall determine [Exit Lepidus. Ant. This is a flight, unmeritable, man, The three-fold world divided, he should stand O&. So you thought him; And took his voice who fhould be prickt to die, Ant. Octavius, I have feen more days than you ; And, having brought our treasure where we will, Oct. You may do your will; But he's a try'd and valiant foldier. Ant. So is my horfe, Octavius: and, for that, It is a creature that I teach to fight, He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth; (15) Abarren-Spirited Fellow, one that feeds On Obje&s, Arts, and Imitations, &c, On H On abject Orts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men, Our best friends made, and our best means ftretcht out; And let us presently go fit in council, How covert matters may be best disclos'd, And open perils furest answered. Oa. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake, And bay'd about with many enemies; And fome, that fmile, have in their hearts, I fear, [Exeunt SCENE before Brutus's Tent, in the camp near Sardis. Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and foldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. TAND, ho! Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand! Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near? To do you falutation from his master. Bru. He greets me well. Your master, Pindarus, Hath given me fome worthy cause to wish 'Tis hard to conceive, why He should be call'd a 'barren-spiri ted Fellow, that could feed either on Objects, or Arts: that is, as I prefume, form his Ideas and Judgment upon them: stale and obfolete Imitation, indeed, fixes fuch a Character. I am perfwaded, to make the Poet confonant to himself, we must read, as I have reftored the Text. On abject Orts, i. e. on the Scraps and Fragments of Things rejected, and defpised by others. I fhall be fatisfied. Pin. I do not doubt, But that my noble mafter will appear, Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius- Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough; Nor with-fuch free and friendly conference, Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd A hot friend cooling; ever note, Lacilius, There are no tricks in plain, and fimple faith: Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd; The greater part, the horfe in general, Are come with Caffius. [Low march within. Enter Caffius and foldiers. Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd; March gently on to meet him. Caf. Stand, ho! Bru. Stand, ho! fpeak the word along. Within. Stand! Within. Stand! Within. Stand! Caf. Moft noble brother, you have done me wrong. Bru. Judge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies? And, if not fo, how fhould I wrong a brother? Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours rides wrongs, And when you do them Bru. Caffius, be content, Speak your griefs foftly, I do know you well. Before the eyes of both our armies here, (Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us) Caf. Pindarus, Bid our commanders lead their charges off Bru. Lucilius, do the like; and let no man Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference. Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Infide of Brutus's Tent. Re-enter Brutus and Caffius. Cas. THA HAT you have wrong'd me, doth appear You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Caf. I an itching palm? You know, that you are Brutus, that speak this; Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! For |