SCENE I. Rome. A room in Antony’s house.
Enter Antony, Octavius and Lepidus, seated at a table.
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 I damn him.
But, Lepidus, go you to Caesar’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.