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.
[Exit Lepidus.]
ANTONY.
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?
OCTAVIUS.
So you thought him,
And took his voice who should be prick’d to die
In our black sentence and proscription.