A house in Rome.
Upon condition Publius shall not live, Who is your sister’s son, Mark 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.
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?
So you thought him; And took his voice who should be prick’d to die, In our black sentence and proscription.