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But for the general. He would be crown'd. “ How that might change his nature, there's the que

ftion. " It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; « And that craves wary walking: crown him-that“ And then I grant we put a fting in him, " That at his will he may do danger with. “ Th' abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins " Remorse * from power: and, to speak truth of Cæsar, I have not known when his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, • That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, • Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; . But when he once attains the upmost round, • He then unto the ladder turns his back, • Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

By which he did ascend : so Cæfar may : Then, left he may, prevent.

And since the quarrel Will bear no colour, for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these, and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischieAnd kill him in the shell..

[.vous, Enter Lucius. Lue. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper thus seal'd up; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to bed,

[Gives him a letter, Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Luc. I know not, sir.
Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word,
Luc. I will, Sir.

[Exit. Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them.

[Opens the letter, and readse Brutus, thou sleep' ft ; awake, and see thyself: Shall Rome - Speak, firike, redress.

* remorse, for mercy.

Brutus, thou seepft : awake,
Such inftigations have been often dropt,
Where I have took them up:
Shall Rome-im- thus mult I piece it out,
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? what! Rome.?:
My ancellors did from the streets of Rome.
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a King..
Speak, frike, redress. Am I intreated then
To speak, and strike ! O Rome! I make thee promises,
If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !

Enter Lucius.,
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

[knock within Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; fome body knocks :

[Exit Lucius.. Since Cassins first did whet me against Cæfar,. I have not slept. “. Between the acting of a dreadful thing.. . And the first motion, all the interim is • Like a pbantasina, or a hideous. dream :. 6. The genius, and the mortal instruments s Are then in council; and the Itate of man,, « Like to a little kingdom, suffers then. & The nature of an insurrection..

Enter Lucius.
Luci sir, 'eis your brother Caffius at the door,',
Who doth desire to lee you,

Bru, Is he alone ?
Lic. No, Sir, there are more with him.,
Bru. Do you know them ?

Luc. No, sir, their hats are pluck’d about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks.
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour...
Bru let them enter,

[Exit Luciusa. They are the faction.

".0 Conspiracy! "Sham't thou to thew thy dang'rous night, 45 When evils are most free? U then, by day 4. Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

" To mark thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspi. si Hide it in smiles and affability :

[racy; • For if thou path, thy native semblance on, o Not Erebus itself were dim enough " To hide thee from prevention.

Enter Caflius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and

Caf. I think we are too bold upon your rest;
Good morrow, Brutus, do we trouble you?

Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you? [ Aside,

Caf. Yes, every man of them, and no man here But honours you, and every one doth with You had but that opinion of yourself, Which every

noble Roman bears of you.. This is Trebonius,

Bru. He is welcome hither.
Caf. This, Decius Brutus..
Bru. He is welcome too.

Caf. This Casca; this Cinna;
And this Metellus Cimber.

Bru. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwist your eyes and night?

Caf. Shall I intreat a word ? [They whispers
Dec. Here lies the east : doth not the day break here?
Casca. No.

Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv’d:
Here, as I point my sword, the iun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the fouth,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the north
He firit presents his fire; and the high east.
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.,
Gaf. And let us fwear our i resolution.
Brun" No, not an oath: if that the fate of men,

6 The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,-
6. If thele be motives weak, break off betimes;
" And ev'ry man hence to his idle bed;
66 So let high fighted * Tyranny range on,
« Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
“ As I am sure they do, bear fire enough

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour 6. The melting spirits of women ; then countrymen, es What need we any (pur, but our own cause, “ To prick us to redreis ? what other bond, 6 Than secret t Romans, that have spoke the word, • And will not palter ? and what other oath, " Than honesty to honesty engag'd, " That this shall be, or we will fall for it? “ Swear priests and cowards, and nen cautelous, " Old feeble carrions, and such suffering fouls " That welcome wrongs: unto bad causes, swear “ Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain " The even virtue of our enterprise, « Nor th' insuppressive mettle of our spirits, • To think, that or our cause, or our performance, " Doth need an oath: when ev'ry drop of blood That ev'ry Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several baltardy, If he doth break the finallelt particle: of any promise that hath pass'd froin him.

Caf. But what of Cicero? shall we found him ?
I think he will stand very strong with us.

Cafca* Let us not leave him out.
Gin. No, by no means.

Met. O let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy mens' voices to commend our deeds;
It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands;
Our youths and wildneis shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.

Bru. O, name him not : let us not break with him ;
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.

* Alluding to a hawk soaring on high, and intent upon its prey.

+ secret, for federate ; used becaule secrecy is an efiential quality in confederations,

Cas. Then leave him out.
Casca. Indeed he is not fit.
Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cæfar?

Caf. Decius, well urg'd : I think it is not meet,
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,
Should outlive Cæfar : we shall find of him
A shrewd contriver. And you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far,
As to anooy us all; which to prevent,
Let Antony and Cæfar fall together.

Bru, Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Casqus, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards : For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar, Let us be facrificers, but not butchers, Caius; We all stand up again the spirit of Cæfar, And in the spirit of man there is no blood : o, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, And not dismember Cæfar ! but alas ! Cæsar must bleed for it- And, gentle friends, " Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ; " Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, “ Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds. " And let our hearts, as fubtle masters do, " Stir up their servants to an act of rage, " And after seem to chide them. This shall make Our purpole necessary, and not envious : Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be callid purgers, not murtherers. And for Mark Antony, think not of him 1; For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm, When Cæsar's head off.

Caf. Yet do I fear him ;
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar-

Bru. Alas, good Caffius, do not think of him :
If he love Cæfar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought, and die far Cæfar:
And that were much he should; for he is giv'n
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this her eafter. [Glock strikese

Bru. Peace, count the clocka.

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