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Ser. They would not have you to ftir forth to-day.
Plucking the intrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.

[Exit Servant.
Cæf. The gods do this in shame of cowardice :
Cæfar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.

Cal. Alas, my Lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day ; call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own,
We'll send Mark Antony to the fenate house,
And he will fay, you are not well to-day,
Let we, upon my knee, prevail in this,

Caf. Mark Antony Thall say, I am not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Enter Decius.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

Dec. Cæfar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Cæfar ;
I.come to fetch you to the fenate house.

Caf. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:
Gangot, is false ; and that I dare not, faller :
I will not come to day; tell them fo, Decius.

Gal. Say, he is fick.

Geef. Shall Cæsar send a lye ?
Have I in the conquest (tretch'd mine arm fo far;
To be afraid to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cæfar, will not come,

Dec. Most mighty Cæfar, let me know some cause,
Left I be laughid at when I tell them fo.

Cæf. The cause is in my will, I will not come ;That is enough to satisfy the senate.

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to day for fear,
No, Cæfar shall not; Danger knows full wellgi,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he,
We were two lions litter'd in one dayó
And I the elder and more terrible ;
And Cafar shall go forth,
Cal, Alas, 6s.

But for your private fatisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dream'd last night, she saw my ftatue,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spoutsou
Did run pure blood : and many lufty Romans
Came smiling and did bathe their hands in it.
These she applies for warpings and portents
Of evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted.
It was a vision fair and fortunaie :
Your statue, spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Roimaos bath’d,
signifies, that from you great Rome fhall fuck
Reviving blood: and that great men shall press


For tinctures, stains, relies, and cognisance,
This by Calphurnia's dream is fignify'd.

Gf. And this way have you well expounded it.

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say.. And know it now, the fenate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar, 11 you

thall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change, Besides, it were a mock: Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Break up the senate till another time, When Cælar's wife malt meet with better dreams. If Cæfar: hide himlell, thall they not whispere. Lo, Cæfar is afraid ! Pardon me, Cæfar ;


dear, dear love To your proceeding to bids me tell you.this ; And reason to my love is liable.

Cæf. How foolish do your fears feem now, CalphurI ain ashamed I did yield to them.

(nia ? Give me my robe, for I will go.


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Enter Brutus, Ligarias, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,

Cinna, and Publius.
And, look, where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub, Good morrow, Cæsar.

Cel. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
Cæfar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you lean,
What is't o'clock?

Bru. Cæfar, 'tis strucken eight.
Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesy,

Enter Antony
See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.

Ant. So to Most Noble Cæfar.

Cæf, Bid them prepare within.
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; -what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you,
Remember that you

call on me to day; Be near me, that I may remember you.'

Treb. Cæsar, I will ; near will i be, [Afide, . That

your best friends shall wish I had been further. Cæf. Good friends, go in, and taste fome wine with me; And we, like friends, will ftraigbtway go together. Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar,

[ Afide. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt.".

SCENE VI. Changes to a street near the Capitol..

Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.Cæfar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cafius; come not near Cafca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not 7 rebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beef


not immortal, look about thee : security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!

Thy lover, ARTEMIDORUS). Here will I stand til} Cæfar pass along, And as a suitor will give him this.

heart laments, that virtue cannot live,
Out of the teeth of emulation."
If chou read this, 0 Cæsar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.. [Exits.

Enter. Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate house ;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay?

Luc. To know my errand, Madam.

Pori I would have had thee there, and here againy, Ere. I can tell thee what thou should'It do tbere. O Constancy, be strong upon my lide, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue;, I have a man's mind, but a woman's might, How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Art thou here yet?

Luc. Madam, what should I do?: Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else?

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well,, For, he went fickly forth; and take good nore, What Cælar doth, what suitors press to him. Hask, boy!, what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, Madam.

Por. Prythee, lillen well.
I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capítol.
Luc, Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing.

Enter Artemidorus.
Por. Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?
rirt. At mine own house, good Lady.
Por. What is't o'clock?
Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.
Por, Is Cæfar yer gone to the Capitol ?
Art, Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,

To see hiin pafs on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hart some suit to Cæfar, halt thou not?

Art, That I have, Lady, if it will please. Cæfar To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me: llhall belcech him to defend himself, Por. Why, koow'st thou any harm intended tow'rds

Art. None that I know. will be, much that I tear;.
Good morrow to you. Here the treet is narrow..
The throng that follows Cæjar at the heels,
Of Senators, of Prætors, common suitors,
Will croud a feeble man almost to death,
IN get me to a place more void, and there :
Speak to great Cæfar as he comes along. [Exit.

Por. I mult go in-aye me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus ! Brulus !
The heavens fpecu thee in ibine enterprise"!
Sure the boy heard me. -Brutus hach a suit
That Cæsar will not grant. -0,

-0, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord;.
Say, I am merry; come to :ne again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee,

[Exeunt fecerally.
The street before the Capitol, and the Capitol opens.
Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Callius, Cafca, Decius,

Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Arte. midorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Soothsayer.

*HE ides of March are come.

Sooth. Ay, Cæsar, but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule,

Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
At your best leisure, this his humble fuit.

Art, O Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit. That touches Cæsar nearer, Read it, great Cæsar,

Cæf. What touches us ourself, shall be last fery'd.
Art, Delay not, Cesar, read it instantly.
Cæf What, is the tellow mad?
Púb. Şirrah, give place.

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