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And to your heirs for ever; common pleasures,
i Pleb. Never, never; come, away, away;
2 Pleb. Go fetch fire.
[Exeunt Plebeians with the body, Ant. Now let it work ; Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!
How nows fellow?
Enter a Servant.
Ant. And thither will I straight, to visit him ;
Ser. I heard him fay, Brutus and Casius
Ant. Belike, they had some notice of the people, How I had mov'd them. Bring me to Oktavius.
[Exeunt. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians,
Cin. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæfar, And things unluckily charge my fantasie;
Trans Tiberim longè cubat is prope Cæsaris hortos. fays Horace: And both the Naumachia and Gardens of Cæfar were separated from the main City by the River; and lay out wide, on a Line with Mount Janiculum ; where Statius, the Poet, was buried. Our Author therefore certainly wrote ;
On that fide Tiber ; And Plutarch, whom Shakespeare very diligently studied, in the Life of Marcus Brutus, speaking of Czfar's Will, exprefly says, That he left to the Publick his Gardens and Walks beyond the Tiber; where, in that Author's Time, the Temple of Fortune food.
I have no will to wander forth of doors':
i Pleb. What is your name?
2 Pleb. That's as much as to fay, they are fools that marry; you'll bear me a bang for that, I feat; proceed
4. Pleb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.
Gin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.
4 Pleb. It is no matter, his name’s Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going. 3 Pleb. Tear him, tear him; comc, brands, ho, fire
brands: To Brutus, to Cafius, burn all. Some to Decius's house; And some to Casca's, some to Ligarius : away, go.
A C T IV.
SCENE, a small Island near Mutina. (24)
Enter Antony, O&avius, and Lepidus.
Lepidus ? Lep. I do consent. oă. Prick him down, Antony.
Lep. Upon condition, Publius shall not live; (25)
Lep. What? shall I find you here?
Ant. This is a flight unmeritable man, Meet to be sent on errands : is it fit,
(24) SCENE, a small Isand.] Mr. Rowe, and Mr. Pope after him, have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome. The Old Copies say Nothing of the place. Shakespeare, I dare say, knew from Plutarch, that these Triumvirs met, upon the Profcription, in a little Island: which Appian, who is more particular, says, lay near Mutina upon the River Lavinius.
(25) Upon Condition, Publius ball not live.] I don't know whom our Author means by this Publius. I know, that one Publius Silicius, as he is call'd by Plutarch, (and Sicilius Coronas, by Dion Caffius :) fell under this Proscription : but the 3 Persons, about whom the Triumvirs had so particular a Squabble, were Cicero, whose Life Antony infifted on; Paulus, who was condemnd by his own Brother Lepidus, according to some Accounts; and Lucius Cæfar, Antony's Uncle by the Mother's fide, whose Blood Olavius demanded.
The three-fold world divided, he fhould stand
Oet. So you thought him;
Ant. Ottavius, I have seen more days than you ;
Oe. You may do your will,
Ant. So is my horse, Oétaviųs; and, for that,
(26) A barren-firited Fellow, one that feeds
On Objects, Arts, and Imitations, &c.] 'Tis hard to conceive, why He should be cali'd a barren-spirited Fellow, that could feed either on Obje&ts, or Arts : that is, as I presume, form his Ideas and Judgment upon them : ftale and obsolete Imitation, indeed, fixes such a Character. I am perswaded, to make the Poet consonant to himself, we must read, as I have restored the Text,
On abject Orts, i. e. on the Scraps and Fragments of Things rejezted, and despised by others. The Word Orts (which, as Skinner tells us, is of Teutonic Deriyation, and signifies Fragmenta, Mensa Reliquia) is not so much antiquated, tho' corrupted in the Pronunciation, but that Children are warn'd to this Day of leaving Qrts on their Plate. Our Author has used the Word in several other Paffages. As in Timon of Athens, the Thief fays ; It is fome pogr Fragment, fome slender Orter his Remainderi N 3
On abject Orts, and imitations;
Oa. Let us do so; for we are at the stake,
SCENE before Brutus's Tent, in the camp
Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, and soldiers: Titinius
and Pindarus meeting them. Bru. SIA: Give the word, ho! and tand!
Bru. What now, Lucilius ? is Cassius near?
Luc. He is at hand, and Pindarus is come To do you salutation from his master.
Bru. He greets me well. . Your master, Pindarus,
Pin. I do not doubt,
And, in Troilus;
The Fraktions of her Faith, Orts of her Love,
The Fragments, Scraps, &c.