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people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Octavius.


Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the | 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
In our black sentence and proscription.


SCENE III.-The same.-A Street.

Enter CINNA, the Poet.

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

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


1 Cit. What is your name?
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. 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 di rectly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly. Cin. Directly, I am going to Cesar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy? Cin. As a friend.

2 Cit. That matter 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

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

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

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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 consent.

Oct. Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I
damnt him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cesar's house;
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.


Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,


Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than


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

Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,
And graze in commons.

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.
Oct. You may do your will;

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,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so
He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go


A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
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
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'dt about with many enemies; [fear, And some, that smile, have in their hearts, Millions of mischief.


SCENE 11.-Before BRUTUS' Tent, in the Camp near Sardis.

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

Bru. Stand here,

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, PinHath given me some worthy cause to wish In his own change, or by ill officers, [darus, 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

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,

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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 had 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;t 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 further.

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 ye 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
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the gods,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
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
I shall be glad to learn of noble men. [part,

[Exeunt. SCENE 111.-Within the tent of BRUTUS.-I LUCIUS and TITINIUS at some distance from it.


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

You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella,
For taking bribes here of the Sardians;
Wherein, my letters, praying on his side,
Because I knew the man, were slighted off.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself, to write in such

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

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

Bru. If you did, I care not.

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

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

Cus. 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


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


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 certain sums of gold, which you denied

For I can raise no money by vile means:
By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to
From the hard hands of peasants their vile
By any indirection. I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions, Cassius?
Which you denied me: Was that done like
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Bait, bark at.
+Limit my authority
Terms, fit to confer the offices at my disposal,


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Cas. I did not :-he was but a fool,

That brought my answer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart:

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear

As huge as high Olympus.

Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius! [come, For Cassíus 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, [rote, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by To cast unto my teeth. O, 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 heart: Strike, as thou didst at Cesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worse, thou lov'dst

him better

Than ever thou lov'dst 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;
Who, 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


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

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Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.


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. That young Octavius, and Mark Antony, Messala, I have here received letters, Come down upon us with a mighty power,t Bending their expedition toward Philippi. Mess. Myself have letters of the self-same


Bru. With what addition?

Mess. That by proscription, and bills of out. Have put to death a hundred senators. Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus, [lawry

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

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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 stand 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 encour-


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; [lippi. We'll along ourselves, and meet them at PhiBru. The deep of night is crept upon our And nature must obey necessity; [talk, 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.] Farewell, good Messala ;


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

Cas. O my dear brother

This was an ill beginning of the night: Never come such division 'tween our souls! Let it not, Brutus.

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Call Claudius, and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius!

Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS. Var. Calls my lord?

Bru. I pray you, Sirs, lie in my tent, and sleep;

It may be, I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.

Var. So please you, we will stand, and watch your pleasure.

Bru. I will not have it so: lie down, good Sirs;

It may be, I shall otherwise bethink me. Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so I put it in the pocket of my gown.

[SERVANTS lie down. Luc. I was sure, your lordship did not give

it me.

Bru. Bear with me, good boy, 1 am much forgetful.

Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes awhile,
And touch thy instrument a strain or two?
Luc. Ay, my lord, an it please you.
Bru. It does, my boy:

I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc. It is my duty, Sir.

Bru. I should not urge thy duty past thy might;

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 sleep


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 I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee. night; If thou dost nod, thou break'st thy instrument; I'll take it from thee; and, good boy, good Let me see, let me see;-Is not the leaf turn'd night. [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
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

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SCENE I.-The Plains of Philippi. Enter OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their Army. Oct. Now, Antony, our hopes are answered: You said, the enemy would not come down, But keep the hills and upper regions; It proves not so; their battles are at hand; They mean to warn us at Philippi here, Answering before we do demand of them.

Ant. Tut, am in their bosoms, and I know Wherefore they do it: they could be content To visit other places; and come down With fearful bravery, thinking, by this face, To fasten in our thoughts that they have courBut 'tis not so.


Mess. Prepare you, generals: The enemy comes on in gallant show; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out, And something to be done immediately.


Ant. Octavius, lead your battle softly on, Upon the left hand of the even field.

Oct. Upon the right hand I, keep thou the left.

Ant. Why do you cross me in this exigent? Oct. I do not cross you; but I will do so. [March. Drum. Enter BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and their Army; LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, and others.

Bru. They stand, and would have parley. Cas. Stand fast, Titinius: We must out and talk.

Oct. Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

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Oct. Not that we love words better, as you do.

Bru. Good words are better than bad strokes, Octavius.

Ant. In your bad strokes, Brutus, you give good words:

Witness the hole you made in Cesar's heart,
Crying, Long live! hail, Cesar!
Cas. Antony,

The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Ant. Not stingless too.

Bru. O, yes, and soundless too;
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And, very wisely, threat before you sting.

Ant. Villains, you did not so, when your vile daggers

Hack'd one another in the sides of Cesar:
You show'd your teeth like apes, and fawn'd
like hounds,
And bow'd like bondmen, kissing Cesar's
Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind,
Struck Cesar on the neck. O flatterers !
Cas. Flatterers!-Now, Brutus, thank your-


This tongue had not offended so to-day,
If Cassius might have rul'd.

Oct. Come, come, the cause: If arguing
make us sweat,

The proof of it will turn to redder drops.

I draw a sword against conspirators;
When think you that the sword goes up a-

Never, till Cesar's three and twenty wounds
Be well aveng'd; or till another Cesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.
Bru. Cesar, thou can'st not die by traitors,
Unless thou bring'st them with thee.
Oct. So I hope;

I was not born to die on Brutus' sword.
Bru. O, if thou wert the noblest of thy strain,
Young man, thou could'st not die more hon-

Cas. A peevish schoolboy, worthless of such

Join'd with a masker and a reveller.

Ant. Old Cassias still!

Oct. Come, Antony; away.

Defiance, traitors, hurl* we in your teeth:
If you dare fight to-day, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.

[Exeunt OCTAVIUS, ANTONY, and their

Cas. Why now, blow, wind; swell, billow; The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. and swim, bark!

Bru. Ho!

Lucilius; hark, a word with you.
Luc. My lord.

BRUTUS and LUCILIUS converse apart.
Cus. Messala,-
Mes. What says my general?

Cas. Messala,

This is my birth-day; as this very day [sala:
Was Cassius born. Give me thy hand, Mes
Be thou my witness, that, against my will,
As Pompey was, am I compell'd to set

* Throw.

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