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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

him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Cæfar's house;
Fetch the Will hither, and we shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
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here? Ošt. Or here, or at the Capitol.

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

Oft. So you thought him ;
And took his voice who should be prickt to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. O&avius, I have seen more days than you ;
And though we lay these honours on this man,
To ease ourselves of divers fland'rous loads ;
He shall but bear them, as the ass bears gold,

and sweat under the business,
Or 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.

08. You may do your will; Bút he's a try'd and valiant soldier.

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I do appoint him ftore of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on ;
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Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted. A word, Lucilius
How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Luc. With courtefie, and with respect enough ;
But not with such familiar instances,
Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Bru. Thou hast describ'd
A hot friend cooling ; ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to ficken 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 shew and promise of their mettle ;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crest, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the tryal. Comes his arıny on?

Luc. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd';
The greater part, the horse in general,
Are come with Casius.

[.Low march within
Enter Caffius and soldiers.
Bru. Hark, he is arriv'd ;
March gently on to meet him.

Caf. Stand, ho!
Bru. Stand, ho! speak the word along,
Within. Stand!
Within. Stand!
Within. Stand !
Caf. Most noble brother, you have done me wrong:

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)
Let us not wrangle. Bid them move away ;
Then in my Tent, Caffius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Caf. Pindarus,
Bid our commanders lead their charges off
A little from this ground.

Bru. Lucilius, do the like ; and let no man
Come to our tent, 'till we have done our conference,
Let Lucius and Titinius guard the door.

[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
That ev'ry nice offence should bear its comment.

Bru. Yet let me tell you, Calius, you your self
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm ;
To sell, and mart your offices for gold,
To undeservers.

Caf. I an itching palm?
You know, that you are Brutus, that speak this ;
Or, by the Gods, this speech were else your

last.
Brú. The name of Cafus honours this corruption,
And chastisement doth therefore hide its head.

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.

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For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Caf. Brutus, bay not me,
I'll not endure it; you forget your self,
To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I,
Older in practice, abler than your self
To make conditions.

Bru. Go to; you are not Cafius.
Caf. I am.
Bru. I say, you are not.

Caf. Urge me no more, I shall forget my self
Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther..
'Bru. Away, Night man !
Caf. Is't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rath choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

Caf. O Gods ! ye Gods! must I endure all this?
Bru. All this! ay, more. Fret, 'till your proud heart-

break;
Go, thew your slaves how cholerick you are,
And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge
Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch
Under your tefty humour? by the Gods.
You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Tho'it do split you: For, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspirh.

Caf Is it come to this ?

Bru. You say, you are a better foldier ;
Let it appear so ; make your Vaunting true,
And it shall pleafe me well. For mine own part,
I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
Caf. You wrong me every way you wrong mes

Brutus;
I said, an elder soldier; not a better.
Did I say, better?-
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