Ant.
These many then shall die, their Names are prickt.

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 prickt 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 our selves of divers sland'rous Loads,
He shall but bear them, as the Ass bears Gold;
To groan and sweat under the Business,
Either led or driven, as we print 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 try'd 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 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, and our best Means stretcht 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 bayed about with many Enemies,
And some that smile have in their Hearts, I fear,
Millions of Mischiefs. [Exeunt.

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