Rome. A Room in ANTONY'S House. |
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ANTONY, OCTAVIUS, and LEPIDUS, seated at a table. |
Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd. |
Oct. Your brother too must die; consent you, Lepidus? |
Lep. I do consent. |
Oct. Prick him down, Antony. |
Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live, |
Who is your sister's son, Mark Antony. |
Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I 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. |
Lep. What! shall I find you here? |
Oct. 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? |
Oct. So you thought him; |
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die, |
In our black sentence and proscription. |
Ant. 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. |
Oct. You may do your will; |
But he's a tried and valiant soldier. |
Ant. 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 abject orts, 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, and our best means stretch'd out; |
And let us presently go sit in council, |
How covert matters may be best disclos'd, |
And open perils surest answered. |
Oct. 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. |
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