For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold. Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors. 1. Cit. O piteous spectacle! 2. Cit. O noble Caesar! 3. Cit. O woful day! 4. Cit. O traitors, villains! 1. Cit. O most bloody sight! 2. Cit. We will be reveng'd: revenge; about, seek, A barn, fire,kill, a traitor live. Ant. Stay, countrymen. at it 1. Cit. Peace there: slay • let not Hear the noble Antony. 2. Cit. We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him. 1 Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up. ** To such a sudden flood of mutiny. And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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. And bid them speak for me: But were I Brutus, Cit. We'll mutiny. 1. Cit. We'll burn the house of Brutus. 3. Cit. Away then, come, seek the conspirators. Ant. Yet hear me, country men; yet hear me speak. Cit. Peace, ho! Hear Antony, most noble An tony. Ant. Why friends, you go to do you know not what: - Wherein hath Caesar thus deserv'd your loves? of. you o let's stay, and not to thear the will. Ant. Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy five drachmas. 2. Cit. Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge | * an ayat dahis death. 3. Cit. O royal Caesar! Ant. Hear me with patience. Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. 2. Cit. Go, fetch fire, 5. Cit. Pluck down benches. 4. Cit. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing. [Exeunt Citizens, with the body. Ant. Now let it work: Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt! How now, fellow? He and Enter a Servant. Serv. Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. Ant. Where is he? And Serv. He and Lepidus are at Caesar's housei bos Ant. And thither will I straight to visit hims upon a wish, Fortune is merry, mood will give us any thing. Serv. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius rerid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. 1-316 11 asd D. [Exeunt. Are Cin. I dreamt to-night, that I did feast with And things unluckily charge my fantasy wo ad adi dow Enter Citizens. vod odi, qa 1. Cit. What is your name? Asal 3.0 & 2. Cit. Whither are you going? 3. Cit. Where do you dwell? 4. Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2. Cit. Answer every man directly.w mods sacT 1. Cit. Ay, and briefly. 4. Cit. Ay, and wisely. 3. Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best. Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man man or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor origi 2. Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry You'll bear me a bang for that, I fears Proceed; <directly. 64 inal bbra Cin. Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.^ iCit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin As a friendzuna medi Diybat bed I woll *2. Cit. That matter is answer'd directly. 4. Cit. For your dwelling, briefly. Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna. 1. Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. Iam Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet, 4. Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, for his bad verses. Cin. I am not Cinua the couspirator. tear him 4. Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3. Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassins'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius'; away; go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. A Room in Antony's house. ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd. Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you, Lepidus ? Lep. I do conseut. Oct. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister's son, Mark Autony. Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him.. But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar's house; Fetch the will hither, and we will determine |