Ant. Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, And with the brands fire all the traitors' houses! 2 Pleb. Go, fetch fire! 3 Pleb. Pluck down benches! 4 Pleb. Pluck down forms, windows, any thing! [Exeunt Plebeians with the body. Ant. Now let it work. Mifchief, thou art a foot; Take thon what courfe thou wilt! No. XIX.-JULIUS CÆSAR. ACT IV. SCENE III. The infide of Brutus's Tent. Brutus and Caffius. CASSIUS. THAT you have wrongs, doth appear in this, wrong'd me, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, Bru. You wrong'd yourfelf to write in fuch a cafe. Caf. I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus, that speak this; Bru. Bru. The name of Caffius honours this corruption, Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Caf. Brutus, bait not me; I'll not endure it. You forget yourself, Bru. Go, to; you are not Caffius. Bru. I fay, you are not. Caf. Urge me no more; I fhall forget myselfHave mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. Bru. Away, flight man! Caf. Is't poffible?- Bru Hear me, for I will fpeak; Muft I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? Caf. O Gods! ye gods! muft I endure all this? breaks; Go, fhew your flaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Muft I budge? Caf. Is it come to this? Bru. Bru. You fay, you are a better foldier: Let it appear fo; make your vaunting true, And it fhall please me well. For mine own part, I fhall be glad to learn of noble men. Caf. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus: I said, an elder foldier; not a better. Did I fay better? I Bru. If you did, I care not. Caf. When Cefar liv'd, he durft not thus have mov'd me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durft not so have tempted him. Caf. I durft not? Bru. No. Caf. What! durft not tempt him? Bru. For your life you durft not. Caf. Do not presume too much upon my love; may do that I shall be forry for. Bru. You have done that you To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you deny'd me. Was that done like Caffius? Caf. I deny'd you not. Bru. You did. Caf. I did not he was but a fool That brought my anfwer back.-Brutus hath riv'd my heart: Caf. Caf. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults. Caf. A friendly eye could never fee fuch faults. Bru. A flatt'rer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus. Caf. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come; Revenge yourselves alone on Caffius, For Caffius is a weary of the world: Hated by one he loves; brav'd by his brother; I, that deny'd thee gold. will give my heart: When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov’dít him better Bru. Sheath your dagger: Be angry when you will, it fhall have scope; Caf. Hath Caffius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, Caf. O Brutus! Bru. What's the matter? Caf. Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour, which my mother gave me, Makes me forgetful? Bru. Yes, Caffius; and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, Enter Enter Lucilius and Titinius. Bru. Lucinius and Titinius, bid the commanders Prepare to lodge their companies to-night. Caf. And come yourselves, and bring Meffala with Immediately to us. [Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius. Bru. Lucius, a bowl of wine. Caf. I did not think you could have been fo angry. Caf. Of your philofophy you make no ufe, Bru. No man bears forrow better. Portia's dead. · Bru. She is dead. Caf. How 'fcap'd I killing, when I crofs'd you fo? O infupportable and touching lofs! Upon what fickness? Bru. Impatient of my abfence; And grief that young Octavius, with Mark Antony, Bru. Even fo. Caf. O ye immortal Gods! Bru. Speak no more of her. N°. XX.-TIMON OF ATHENS. ACT. IV. SCENE III. The Woods. Enter Timon. ΤΙΜΟΝ. Bleffed, breeding Sun, draw from the earth But |