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JULIUS CAESAR Page: 39
and briefly, wisely and truly. Wisely I say I am a bachelor.
SECOND CITIZEN.
That's as much as to say they are fools that marry; you'll bear
me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.
CINNA.
Directly, I am going to Caesar's funeral.
FIRST CITIZEN.
As a friend, or an enemy?
CINNA.
As a friend.
SECOND CITIZEN.
That matter is answered directly.
FOURTH CITIZEN.
For your dwelling,--briefly.
CINNA.
Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Your name, sir, truly.
CINNA.
Truly, my name is Cinna.
FIRST CITIZEN.
Tear him to pieces! he's a conspirator.
CINNA.
I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet.
FOURTH CITIZEN.
Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
CINNA.
I am not Cinna the conspirator.
FOURTH CITIZEN.
It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his
name out of his heart, and turn him going.
THIRD CITIZEN.
Tear him, tear him! Come; brands, ho! firebrands. To
Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some
to Casca's, some to Ligarius': away, go!
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony's house.
[Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table.]
ANTONY.
These many then shall die; their names are prick'd.
OCTAVIUS.
Your brother too must die: consent you, Lepidus?
LEPIDUS.
I do consent,--
OCTAVIUS.
Prick him down, Antony.
LEPIDUS.
--Upon condition Publius shall not live,
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony.
ANTONY.
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 shall determine
How to cut off some charge in legacies.
LEPIDUS.
What, shall I find you here?
OCTAVIUS.
Or here, or at the Capitol.
[Exit Lepidus.]
ANTONY.
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?
OCTAVIUS.
So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.
ANTONY.
Octavius, I have seen more days than you:
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