2 Citizen. That matter is answered directly.
4 Citizen. For your dwelling,-briefly.
Cinna. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.
3 Citizen. Your name, sir, truly.

Cinna. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1 Citizen. Tear him to pieces, he 's a conspirator. Cinna. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Citizen. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cinna. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

2 Citizen. It is no matter, his name 's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3 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! (Exuent.

The characteristics of the multitude are shown in this and previous scenes where they are represented.

"The rabble call him lord; **** caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds." Hamlet. iv. 5. (1604).

Though it do well, I do not relish well their loud applause."

Meas. for Meas. i. 1. (1623).

Cf. Bacon. "Phocion, when the people applauded him more than

usual, asked, whether he had done wrong."

De Augmentis. (1622).

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 ] damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar'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;

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 will,
Then take we down his load and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears

And graze in commons.

Octavius.

You may do your will;

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

Antony. So is my horse, Octavius, and for that I do appoint him store of provender.

It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,*

His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so:

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth; 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 head:
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd;
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclos'd,
And open perils surest answered.

*Cf. Bacon: "Diogenes' opinion is to be accepted who commended them, which could give unto the mind (as is used in horsemanship) the shortest stop or turn."-Advancement of Learning (1603-5).

In this play Antony compares Lepidus with his horse, both being creatures he can turn or stop at will. Bacon paraphrases a Greek passage (not then translated into English) from Diogenes, in which we find the same comparison of a man's mind with a horse under control of a master.

**Cf. Bacon: "Every man after his fashen."-Prom. No. 955 (1594).

"Do it in their own fashion."-L. L. L. V., 2.

Octavius. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,* And bay'd about with many enemies;

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, Millions of mischiefs. (Exeunt.

!

*Cf. Bacon: "They that are bound must obey."-Prom. No. 961 (1594).

"Do we must what force will have us do."-R. II., III., 3. "I am tied to be obedient."-Tam. Sh. I., 1.

Before the Tent of Brutus, in the Camp near Sardis.

Drum.

Enter BRUTUS, LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and Soldiers; PINDARUS meeting them; LUCIUS at a distance.

Brutus. Stand, ho!

Lucilius. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Brutus. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near? Lucilius. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.

(Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Brutus. He greets me well.-Your master, Pindarus,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish

Things done undone; but if he be at hand,*
I shall be satisfied.

*Cf. Bacon: "Things doone cannot be undoone." (Factum infectum fieri non potest.-Eras. Ad. 450.) Prom. No. 951 (1594).

"What's done cannot be undone"-Macb. V., 1.

"Look, what is done cannot now be amended."-R. III., IV., 4.

Pindarus.

I do not doubt

But that my noble master will appear

Such as he is, full of regard and honour.

Brutus. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius:

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Lucilius. With courtesy, and with respect enough,

But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.

Brutus.

Thou hast describ'd

A hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken 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 show and promise of their mettle,
But when they should endure the bloody spur
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial. Comes his army on?

Lucilius. They mean this night in Sardis to be quarter'd;

The greater part, the horse in general,

Are come with Cassius.

Brutus.

(March within.

Hark, he is arriv'd.

March gently on to meet him.

Enter CASSIUS and SOLDIERS.

Cassius. Stand, ho!

Brutus. Stand, ho! Speak the word along.

1 Soldier. Stand.

2 Soldier. Stand.

3 Soldier. Stand.

Cassius. Most noble brother, you have done me

wrong.

Brutus. Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies?

And, if not so, how should I wrong a brother?

Cassius. Brutus, this sober form of yours hides

wrongs,

And when you do them—

Brutus.

Cassius, 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, Cassius, enlarge your griefs,
And I will give you audience.

Cassius.

Pindarus,

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