ACT 4
Scene 1

...Ligarius’. Away, go!
Enter Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus.

...are pricked.
Your brother too must die. Consent you, Lepidus?

...I do consent.
Prick him down, Antony.

...find you here?
Or here, or at the Capitol.

...to share it?
So you thought him
And took his voice who should be pricked to die
In our black sentence and proscription.

...graze in commons.
You may do your will,
But he’s a tried and valiant soldier.

...perils surest answerèd.
Let us do so, for we are at the stake
And bayed about with many enemies,
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...done, my lord.
Enter Octavius, Antony, and their army.
Now, Antony, our hopes are answerèd.
You said the enemy would not come down
But keep the hills and upper regions.
It proves not so; their battles are at hand.
They mean to warn us at Philippi here,
Answering before we do demand of them.

...the even field.
Upon the right hand, I; keep thou the left.

...in this exigent?
I do not cross you, but I will do so.

...out and talk.
Mark Antony, shall we give sign of battle?

...have some words.
to his Officers
Stir not until the signal.
The Generals step forward.

...it so, countrymen?
Not that we love words better, as you do.

...might have ruled.
Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat,
The proof of it will turn to redder drops.
Look, I draw a sword against conspirators; He draws.
When think you that the sword goes up again?
Never, till Caesar’s three and thirty wounds
Be well avenged, or till another Caesar
Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors.

...them with thee.
So I hope.
I was not born to die on Brutus’ sword.

...Old Cassius still.
Come, Antony, away!—
Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.
If you dare fight today, come to the field;
If not, when you have stomachs.
Octavius, Antony, and their army exit.

Scene 5

...a will.He dies.
Alarum. Retreat. Enter Antony, Octavius, Messala, Lucilius, and the army.
What man is that?

...Lucilius’ saying true.
All that served Brutus, I will entertain them.—
Fellow, wilt thou bestow thy time with me?

...me to you.
Do so, good Messala.

...was a man.”
According to his virtue, let us use him
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
So call the field to rest, and let’s away
To part the glories of this happy day.
They all exit.