Page 2226 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

ANTONY

Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, [240]
His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,
On this side Tiber. He hath left them you,

And to your heirs for ever − common pleasures
To walk abroad and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another? [245]

FIRST PLEBEIAN
Never, never! Come, away, away!
We’ll burn his body in the holy place,

And with the brands fire the traitors’ houses.
Take up the body.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN
Go fetch fire! [250]

THIRD PLEBEIAN
Pluck down benches!

FIFTH PLEBEIAN
Pluck down forms, windows, anything!

Exeunt Plebeians.

ANTONY

Now let it work! Mischief, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.
Enter Servant.
How now, fellow?

SERVANT
Sir, Octavius is already come to Rome. [255]

ANTONY

Where is he?

SERVANT