Our Cæfar's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.

Cit. O piteous spectacle!

2 Cit. O noble Cæfar!

3 Cit. O woful day!

4 Cit. O traitors, villains!

Cit. O most bloody fight!

2 Cit. We will be reveng'd: revenge; about,-seek,

burn,-fire,-kill, -flay!-let not a traitor live.

Ant. Stay, countrymen.

■ Cit. Peace there :--Hear the noble Antony.

2 Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with

him.

Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a fudden flood of mutiny.

They, that have done this deed, are honourable;
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it; they are wife, and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
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 ftir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that, which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Cæfar'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 Cæfar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

die wita

you up

rable,

mouths,

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

To every feveral man, seventy five drachmas
2 Cit. Most noble Cæfar!-We'll revenge
3 Cit. O royal Cæfar!

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

Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his wa
His private arbours, and new planted orchar
On this fide Tiber; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever; common pleasu
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Cæfar: When comes such anoth

Cit. 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 Cit. Go, fetch fire.
3 Cit. Pluck down benches.
4 Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, anyt
[Fxeunt Citizens,

Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art
Take thou what course thou wilt!-How no

6

Enter a Servant.

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

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cæfar's house.
Ant. And thither will I straight 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 fome notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same. A Street.

Enter CINNA the Poet.

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

And things unluckily charge my fantasy :
I have no will to wander forth of doors,

Yet something leads me forth.

Enter Citizens.

■Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going ?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

4 Cit. Are you a married inan, or a bachelor?

2 Cit. Answer every man directly.

1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

Exeut.

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

Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a confpir Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna t 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

4 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cin his name out of his heart, and turn him go 3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, bra brands. To Brutus', to Caffius'; burn Decius' house, and fome to Casca's; fon away; go.

shall I find you here?

brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus?

enfent.

Prick him down, Antony.

ondition Publius shall not live,

ster's fon, Mark Antony.

I not live; look, with a spot I damn him.

go you to Cæfar's house;

hither, and we will determine

fome charge in legacies.

Or here, or at

Are levy

[Exit LEPIDUS.

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