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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 Casius, burn all. Some to Decius's
house, And some to Casca's, fome to Ligarius : away, go.
[Exeunt. GUIRARD Wie sa
SCENE, a small Island near Mutina. (14)
Α Ν Τ Ο Ν Υ.
then shall die, their names are prickt? OE. Your brother too must die ; consent
you, Lepidus? Lep. I do consent.
(14) SCENE, a small Island) Mr. Rowe, and Mr. Pope afa ter him, have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome. The old Copies say Nothing of the prace. Shakespeare,I dare say, knew from Plutarch, that these Triumvirs mer, upon the Proscriprion, in a little Island : which Appian, who is more particular, fays, lay near Mutina upon the River Lavinius.
08. Prick him down, Antony.
Lep. Upon condition, Publius shall not live;
Lep. What? shall I find you here?
Ant. This is a flight, unmeritable, man,
oa. So you thought him ;
Ant. Ostavius, I have seen more days than you ;
and sweat under the bufiness,
Ant. So is my horse, Olavius: and, for that,
(15) A barren-spirited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objcas, Arts, and imisations, &c.
On abject Orts, and imitations;
08. Let us do fo; for we are at the stake,
[Exeunt. SCENE before Brutus's Tent, in the camp
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and soldiers: Titinius
and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand!
Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Caffius near ?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do
falutation from his master, 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-spirin ted Fellow, that could feed either on Objects, or Arts: that is, as I presume, form his Ideas and Judgment upon them: ftale and obsolete Imitation indeed, fixes such a Character. I am perswaded, to make the Poet consonant to himself, we must read, as I have restored the Text.
On abje& Orts, i. c. on the Scraps and Fragments of Things rejected, and defe pised by others,
I shall be satisfied.
Pin. I do not doubt,
Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius-
Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough;
Bru. Thou hast describ'd
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;
(Low march within.
Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Jadge me, you Gods! wrong I mine enemies ? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Caf. Brutus, this fober form of yours hides wrongs, And when you do them
Bru. Caffius, be content,
(Which should perceive nothing, but love, from us)
Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man
Re-enter Brutus and Cassius.
Bru. You wrong'd your self to write in such a case.
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Caffius, you your self
Caf. I an itching palm?
laft. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.
Caf. Chastifement !Bry. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice fake? What villain touch'd his body, that did ftab, And not for justice? what, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; fhall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And fell the mighty space of our large honours