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The Tragedie of Julius Caesar Page: 36
In euery Wound of Caesar, that should moue
The stones of Rome, to rise and Mutiny
All. Wee'l Mutiny
1 Wee'l burne the house of Brutus
3 Away then, come, seeke the Conspirators
Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen, yet heare me speake
All. Peace hoe, heare Antony, most Noble Antony
Ant. Why Friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Caesar thus deseru'd your loues?
Alas you know not, I must tell you then:
You haue forgot the Will I told you of
All. Most true, the Will, let's stay and heare the Wil
Ant. Heere is the Will, and vnder Caesars Seale:
To euery Roman Citizen he giues,
To euery seuerall man, seuenty fiue Drachmaes
2 Ple. Most Noble Caesar, wee'l reuenge his death
3 Ple. O Royall Caesar
Ant. Heare me with patience
All. Peace hoe
Ant. Moreouer, he hath left you all his Walkes,
His priuate Arbors, and new-planted Orchards,
On this side Tyber, he hath left them you,
And to your heyres for euer: common pleasures
To walke abroad, and recreate your selues.
Heere was a Caesar: when comes such another?
1.Ple. Neuer, neuer: come, away, away:
Wee'l burne his body in the holy place,
And with the Brands fire the Traitors houses.
Take vp the body
2.Ple. Go fetch fire
3.Ple. Plucke downe Benches
4.Ple. Plucke downe Formes, Windowes, any thing.
Exit Plebeians.
Ant. Now let it worke: Mischeefe thou art a-foot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.
How now Fellow?
Enter Seruant.
Ser. Sir, Octauius is already come to Rome
Ant. Where is hee?
Ser. He and Lepidus are at Caesars house
Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him:
He comes vpon a wish. Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will giue vs any thing
Ser. I 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 moued them. Bring me to Octauius.
Exeunt.
Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cinna. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Caesar,
And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie:
I haue no will to wander foorth of doores,
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