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08. Prick him down, Antony. Lep. Upon condition, Publius shall not live ; Who is
your fifter's son, Mark Antony. Ant. He shall not live ; look, with a spot I damn
here? Ošt. Or here, or at the Capitol.
Oft. So you thought him ;
Ant. O&avius, I have seen more days than you ;
and sweat under the business,
08. You may do your will; Bút he's a try'd and valiant soldier.
Ant. So is my horse, Otavius : and, for that,
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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. Judge me, you Gcds! wrong I mine enemies ? And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother ?
Caf. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides. wrongs, And when you do them.
Bru. Casius, 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)
Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Infide of Brutus's Tent.
Re-enter Brutus and Caffius. Caf. TH A Tou have wrongʻd me, doth appear in You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein, my letter (praying on his side, Because I knew the man,) was slighted off.
Bru. You wrongd your self to write in such a case,
Caf. In such a time as this, it is not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Calius, you your self
Caf. I an itching palm?
Caf. Chastisement !
Bru. 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 ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honqurs.
For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Caf. Brutus, bay not me,
Bru. Go to; you are not Cafius.
Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Caf. O Gods ! ye Gods! must I endure all this?
Caf Is it come to this ?
Bru. You say, you are a better foldier ;