ere,
Thy Princely robes to make thy winding sheete: 1690
The Senators the Mourners ore the Hearse,
And _Pompeys_ Court, thy dreadfull graue shalbe.

{SN _Act III sc. viii_}

_Senators crie all at once._

_Omnes._ Hold downe the Tyrant stab him to the death:
_Casi._ Now doth the musick play and this the song
That _Cassius_ heart hath thirsted for so long:
And now my Poniard in this mazing sound,
Must strike that touch that must his life confound.
Stab on, stab on, thus should your Poniards play,
Aloud deepe note vpon this trembling Kay. _stab him._ 1700
_Buco._ _Bucolian_ sends thee this. _stab him._
_Cum._ And _Cumber_ this. _stab him._
_Cas._ Take this fro _Casca_ for to quite _Romes_ wronges.
_Caes._ Why murtherous villaines know you who you strike,
Tis _Caesar_, _Caesar_, whom your Poniards pierce:
_Caesar_ whose name might well afright such slaues:
O Heauens that see and hate this haynous guilt,
And thou Immortall _Ioue_ that Idle holdest
Deluding Thunder in thy faynting hand,
Why stay'st thy dreadfull doome, and dost with-hold, 1710
Thy three-fork'd engine to reuenge my death:
But if my plaintes the Heauens cannot mooue,
Then blackest hell and _Pluto_ bee thou iudge:
You greesly daughters of the cheereles night,
Whose hearts, nor praier nor pitty, ere could lend,
Leaue the black dungeon of your _Chaos_ deepe:
Come and with flaming brandes into the world,
Reuenge, and death, bringe seated in yout eyes:
And plauge these villaynes for their trecheries.

_Enter Brutus._ 1720

_Bru._ I haue held _Anthony_ with a vaine discourse,
The whilst the deed's in execution,
But liues hee still, yet doth the Tyrant breath?
Chalinging Heauens with his blasphemies,
Heere _Brutus_ maketh a passage for thy Soule,
To plead thy cause for them whose ayde thou crauest,
_Caes._ What _Brutus_ to? nay nay, then let me die,
Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude,
_Bru._ I bloody _Caesar_, _Caesar_, _Brutus_ too,
Doth geeue thee this, and this to quite _Romes_ wrongs, 1730
_Cassius._ O had the Tyrant had as many liues.
As that fell _Hydra_ borne in _Lerna lake_,
That heare I still might stab and stabing kill,