[They whisper. Betwixt your eyes and night? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? 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; Some two months hence, up higher toward the north He first presents his fire; and the high east Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted 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 The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us. Casca. Let us not leave him out. Cin. No, by no meaus. Met. O, let us have him; for his silver hairs And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with 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 Cæsar? Cas. Decius, well urg'd:-I think, it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together. Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. When Cæsar's head is off. Cas. Yet I do fear him: For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar,Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: If he love Cæsar, all that he can do Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar! And that were much he should; for he is given 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 hereafter. Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no: Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd, He says, he does; being then most flattered. Let me work: 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 by 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 us: We'll 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; But bear it as our Roman actors do, [Exeunt all but Brutus. Boy! Lucius!-Fast asleep? It is no matter; Por. Enter Portia. Erutus, my lord! |