Cit. Most true ;--the will;-let's stay, and hear the will.

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

To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.⚫ 2 Cit. Most noble Cesar!-we'll revenge his death.

3 Cit. O royal Cesar!

Ant. Hear me with patience.

Cit. Peace, ho!

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 Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

On this side Tyber; he hath left them you,

House.

Here was a Cesar: When comes such another?

1 Cit. Never, never :-Come, away, away: We'll burn his body in the holy place,

And with the brands fire the traitor's houses.
Take up the body.

2 Cit. Go, fetch fire.

3 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 ?

Enter a SERVANT.

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

Serv. He and Lepidus are at Cesar'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. 1 heard him say, Brutus and Cassius Are rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people,

How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius. [Exeunt.

SCENE 111.-The same.—A street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with
Cesar,

And things unluckily charge my fantasy: §
I have no will to wander forth of doors,
Yet something leads me forth.

Enter CITIZENS.

1 Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

Table.

Lep. I do consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I damın + him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's honse;
Fetch the will hither, and we will determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
Lep. What, shall I find you here?
Oct. Or here, or at

The Capitol.

[Exit LEPIDUS. Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent ou errands: Is it fit, The three-fold world divided, he should stand One of the three to share it ?

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

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you; And though we lay these honours on this man; To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold; To groan and sweat under the business, Either 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.

Oct. You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,

I do appoint him store of provender.

It is a creature that I teach to fight,

To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

2 Cit. Answer every man directly.

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, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly, Wisely I say, am a bachelor.

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that inarry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, 1 fear. Proceed; directly.

(in. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

2 Cit. That inatter is answered directly.

4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Cit. Your name, Sir, truly.
Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna_the poet.

4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

2 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; + Pleasure

A drachma is 7d. sterling---21. 3s. 4d. grounds. t His coming is the very thing I wished for. My mind is oppressed with ill-omens.

And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught, and traiu'd, and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feede
On objects, arts, and imitations;
Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,
Begin his fashion: Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen 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
stretch'd out;

And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear
Millions of mischief.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

Drum.-Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, LUCIUS, and Soldiers: TITINIUS and PINDARUS meeting them.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand. Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Luc. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

[PINDARUS gives a letter to BRUTUS. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, PinIn his own change, or by ill officers, [darus, Hath given me some worthy cause to wish Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand, I shall be satisfied.

Pin. I do not doubt

But that my noble master will appear
Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:
How he received you, let me be resolv'd. *
Luc. With courtesy, and with respect enough;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference
As he hath used of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith:
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle:
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?
Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to he
quarter'd;

The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Cassins.

Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd:March gently on to meet him.

[March within.

Enter CASSIUS and Soldiers.

Cas. Stand, ho!

Bru. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.
Within. Stand.
Within. Stand.
Within. Stand.

Cus. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong.

Bru. Judge me, you gods! Wrong 1 mine enemies?

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?
Cas. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides
And when you do them--
[wrongs;

Bry. Cassius, be content,
Speak your griefs softly,-I do know you well :---
Before the eyes of both our armies here,
Which should perceive nothing but love from us,
Let us not wrangle: Bid them move away;
Then in my tent, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Cas. Pindarus,

Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS.

Cas. That you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this :

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Fer taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off.

Are much condemn'd to have an itching paln
To sell and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Cas. I an itching palm?

You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption,

And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement !

Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember!

Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What, shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers-shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?-
I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Cas. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it: you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I
Older in practice, abler than yourself
To make conditions. +

Bru. Go to; you're not, Cassius.
Cus. I am.

Bru. I say, you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no fur

ther.

Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

Cas. O gods! ye gods! Must I endure all

this ?

Bru. All this! ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break;

Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
You shail digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you: for from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: For mine own part I shall be glad to learn of nobler men.

Cus. You wrong me every way, you wrong me,
Brutus;

I said an elder soldier not a better:
Did I say, better?

Bru. If you did, I care not.

Cas. When Cesar liv'd be durst not thus have mov'd me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him.

Cas. I durst not?

Bru. No.

Cas. What? durst not tempt him?
Bru. For your life you durst not.

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love,

I may do that I shall be sorry for.
Bru. You have done that you should be sorry
for.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats:
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not. I did send to you

For I can raise no money hy vile means;
By heaven I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,

As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius ! For Cassius is aweary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and coun'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. Oh! I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!-There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart : Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lovd'st him better.

Than ever thou lov'st Cassius.

Bru. Sheath your dagger:

Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;
Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire;
Which, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Cas. Hath Cassius liv'd

To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-temper'd, vexeth him ?

Bru. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd

too.

Cas. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

Bru. And my heart too.

Cas. O Brutus !

Bru. What's the matter?

Cas. Have you not love enough to bear with me,

[me, When that rash humour which my mother gave Makes me forgetful?

Bru. Yes, Cassius! and, henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother, chides, and leave you so. [Noise within.

Poet. Within.] Let me go in to see the ge

nerals ; There is some grudge between them, 'tis not meet They be alone.

Luc. [Within.] You shall not come to them. Poet. [Within.] Nothing but death shall stay me.

Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA. Bru. Come in, Titinius-Welcome, good Messala. Now sit we close about this taper here, And call in question our necessities. Cas. Portia, art thou gone? Bru. No more, I pray you.Messala, I have here received letters, That young Octavius, and Mark Antony Come down upon us with a mighty power, Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same tenour.

Bru. With what addition? Mess. That by proscription, and bills of ontOctavius, Antony, and Lepidus, [lawry, Have put to death a hundred senators.

Bru. Therein our letters do not well agree; Mine speak of seventy senators, that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. Cas. Cicero one?

Mess. Ay, Cicero is dead,

And by that order of proscription,-
Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?
Bru. No, Messala.

Mes. Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

Bru. Nothing, Messala.

Mess. That, methinks, is strange.
Bru. Why ask you? Hear you aught of her
in yours?
Mess. No, my lord.

Jig, signified a metrical composition. A term of reproach."

Bra. Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true. Mes. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell : For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Bru. Why, farewell, Portia.-We must die, Messala :

With meditating that she must die once,*
I have the patience to endure it now.

Mes. Even so great men great losses should endure.

Cas. I have as much of this in art as you,
But yet my nature could not bear it so.
Bru. Well, to our work alive. What do you
think

Of marching to Philippi presently?
Cas. I do not think it good.

Bru. Your reason?

Cas. This it is:

'Tis better that the enemy seek us:

So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence; whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.

Bru. Good reasons must, of force, give place to better.

The people, 'twixt Philippi and this ground,
Do staud but in a forc'd affection;
For they have grudg'd us contribution;
The enemy, marching along by them,
By them shall make a fuller number up,
Come on refresh'd, new-added, and encourag'd:
From which advantage shall we cut him off,
If at Philippi we do face him there,
These people at our back.

Cas. Hear me, good brother.

Bru. Under your pardon-You must note beside,

That we have tried the utmost of our friends,
Our legions are brim-full, our cause is ripe :
The enemy increaseth every day,

We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

Cas. Then, with your will, go on; We'll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

Bru. The deep of night is crept upon our talk. And nature must obey necessity; Which we will niggard with a little rest. There is no more to say?

Cas. No more. Good night;
Early to-morrow will we rise, and hence.
Bru. Lucius, my gown. [Exit Lucius.] Fare-
well, good Messala ;-

Good night, Titinins :-Noble, noble Cassius,
Good night, and good repose.

Cus. O my dear brother!

This was an ill beginning of the night:

Never come such division 'tween our souls!

I know, young bloods look for a time of rest.
Luc. I have slept, my lord, already.

Bru. It is well done; and thou shalt cleep again;

I will not hold thee long: if I do live,
I will be good to thee.

[Music, and a Song. This is a sleepy tune :-O murd'rous slumber! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace upon my boy, That plays thee music ?-Gentle knave, good night;

I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument ; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good

night.

Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turu'd down,

Where I left reading? Here it is, I think.

[He sits down.

Enter the GHOST of CESAR. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?

I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition,
It comes upon me :-Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stare ?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Ghost. Thy evil spirit, Brutus.
Bru. Why com'st thou?

Ghost. To tell thee, thou shalt see me at
Philippi.

Bru. Well;

Then I shall see thee again?

Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.

[GHOST vanishes.

Bru. Why, I will see thee at Philippi