If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. [Knocks within. Bru. "Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. [Exit LUCIUS. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, Between the acting of a dreadful thing, Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru. Is he alone? Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. Bru. Do you know them ? Luc. No, sir; their faces are buried in their robes, That by no means I may discover them, By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction.-O conspiracy! [Erit LUCIUS. Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, To mask thy monstrous visage; seek none, conspiracy, Hide it in smiles and affability; For if thou put thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS, and TREBONIUS. Cas. 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. Which every noble Roman bears of you. Bru. He is welcome hither. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves, Betwixt your eyes and night? Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. 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 sun arises, Which is a great way growing on the south, Some two months hence, up higher toward the north, Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Cas. And let us swear our resolution. Bru. No, not an oath-if that the face of men, That this shall be, or we will fall by it? Swear priests and cowards, and such suffering souls, Nor th' insuppressive metal of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, If he doth break the smallest particle, Of any promise that hath pass'd his lips. Cas. But what of Cicero? shall we sound him? I think he will stand very strong with us. Cin. No, by no means. Met. O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds. Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him; For he will never follow any thing That other men begin. Cas. Then leave him out. Casca. Indeed he is not fit. Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cas. Decius, well urg'd; I think it is not meet, Let Antony and Cæsar fall together. Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, - To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Our purpose necessary, not envious: Cas. Yet do I fear him; For, in th' ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæsar; Tre. There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live and laugh at this hereafter. Bru, Peace! count the clock. Tre. Tis time to part. [Clock strikes Three. Cas. The clock has stricken three. If Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no ; Dec. Never fear that; if he be so resolv'd, For I can give his humour the true bent; Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: He loves me well; and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Cas. The morning comes upon's; we will leave you, Brutus; And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro mans. Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes; |