Ant. Caesar did write for him to come to Rome
Ser. He did receiue his Letters, and is comming,
And bid me say to you by word of mouth-
O Caesar!
Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a-part and weepe:
Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,
Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Began to water. Is thy Master comming?
Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome
Ant. Post backe with speede,
And tell him what hath chanc'd:
Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of safety for Octauius yet,
Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a-while,
Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course
Into the Market place: There shall I try
In my Oration, how the People take
The cruell issue of these bloody men,
According to the which, thou shalt discourse
To yong Octauius, of the state of things.
Lend me your hand.
Exeunt.
Enter Brutus and goes into the Pulpit, and Cassius, with the
Plebeians.
Ple. We will be satisfied: let vs be satisfied
Bru. Then follow me, and giue me Audience friends.
Cassius go you into the other streete,
And part the Numbers:
Those that will heare me speake, let 'em stay heere;
Those that will follow Cassius, go with him,
And publike Reasons shall be rendred
Of Caesars death
1.Ple. I will heare Brutus speake
2. I will heare Cassius, and compare their Reasons, When seuerally we heare them rendred
3. The Noble Brutus is ascended: Silence