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Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life
That should be in a Roman, you do want,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,
Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow
Caz. I know where I will wear this dagger then ;
So can I:
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?
Vhere hast thou led me? I, perlaps, speak this
Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, hat is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand; * factious for redress of all these griefs; ral I will set this foot of mine as far, s who goes farthest. Che.
There's a bargain made. owknow yon, Casca, I have mov'd already ome certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
> unulergo, with me, an enterprize E'honourable-dangerous consequence; w I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch ; For now, this fearful night,
haste. Cas. Tis Cinna, I do know bim by his gait; He is a friend. ---Cinna, where haste you so ? Cin. To find out you : Who's that? Metellus Cim.
ber? Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?
Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this? There's two or three of us have seen surange sights.
Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me.
Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper,
Cin. All but Metellus Ciinber; and he's gone
Casca. 0, he sits high, in all the people's learts:
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
SCENE 1.-The same. Brutus's Orchard. Enter
Brutus. WHAT, Lucius! ho!I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say!I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: what, Luciue !
Enter Lucius. Luc. Call d you, my lord ?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lori.
[Exit. Bru. It must be by his death: ani, for my pait, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crownl: How that might change bis nature, there's the ques
tion. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crowa inim? -That; And then, I grant, we plit a sting in hin,
That at his will he may do danger with.
Let them enter. [Esit Lucius
They are the faction. O conspiracy!
To mask ty monstrous visage? Seek none, conspir-
acy; But when he once attains the upmast round,
Hide in it smiles, and affability:
For if thou path thy wative semblance on,
To hide thee from prevention.
ber, and Trebonitis. Fashion it thus ; that what he is, augmented,
Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Would run to these, and these extremities :
Good-morrow, Brutus ; Do we trouble you?
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night.
Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
But honours you; and every one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of yourself, Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Which every noble Roman bears of you. Searching the window for a flint, I found
This is Trebonius. This paper, thus seald up; and, I am sure,
He is welcome hithcr. It did not lie there, when I went to-bed.
Cas. This Decius Brutus. Briu Get you to-bed again, it is not day.
He is welconie too.
Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
And this, Metellus Cimber.
[Exit. Luc. I will, sir.
They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Betwixt your eyes and night? Give so much light, that I may read by them,
C68. (Opens the letter, and reads.
Shall I entreat a wond?
[They zohisar. Brutus, thou slecost; arake, and see thyself
Doc. Ilere lies the cast : Doth not the day break Shali Ronne, Gr. Svak, strike, redress!
here? Brutus, thou sleep'st; anake --
Ciro 0, pardun, sir, ic doul; and yon grey lines,
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day:
Cescu. You shall confess, that you are both deecird.
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises;
Which is a great way givwing on the south, The Tarquin drive, when he was cali'd a king
Weighing the youthful season of the year. Spcak, strike, redress!- An I entreated then
Some two nonu, hence, up higier toward the north To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee promise, | Sauds, as the capitol, direily here.
He first presents his fire ; and uie luigh tast It'the redress will follow, thou receivest
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Bru. No, not an oath : If not the face of men,
The sufferance of our souls, the ume's abuze,[Knock within.
If these be motives weak, break off bætimes,, Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks.
And every inan hence to his idle bed; [Exit Lucias.
So let high-siglited tyranny range on, Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
Till each man drop by lottery, But if these, I have not slept.
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough Between the acting of a dreadful thing
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour And the first motion, all the interim is
The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen, Like a plantasma, or a hideous drcam:
What need we any spur, but our own cause, The genius, and the mortal instruments,
To prick us to redress? what other bond, Are then in council; and the state of Iran,
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
And will not paiter? and what other cath,
Than honesty ta honesty engag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Old feble carrions, and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as mea doubt: but do not stain
Do you know them? | The even virtue of our enterprize,
To think, tiut, or our cause, or our performance, 'That by no means I may discover them
Did nerd an oath; when every drop of blool, By any mark of favour.
Tlnt every Pomau bears, atid nokly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd, If he do break the smallest particle
I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear, of any promise that hath pass’d from him.
That unicorns may be betrayed with trees, Cas. But wbat of Cicero? Shall we sound him? And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers : Casca. Let us not leave him out.
But, when I tell him, he bates flatterers,
No, by no means. He says, he does ; being then most flattered.
For I can give his humour the true bent;
Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Bru O, name him not : let us not break with him; Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, For he will never follow any thing
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; Dec. Shall no man else be touchd but only Cæsar? Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. Decius, well urg'd :- I think it is not meet, Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,
Brutus :Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him
And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all remember A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, What you have said, and show yourselves true Romany. If he improves them, may well stretch so far,
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily ; As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
[Exeunt all but Brutus. For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
Boy! Lucius !-- Fast asleep? It is no matter; Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Brutus, my lord! Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Bru. Portia, what mean you ? Wherefore rise you Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds:
now? And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
It is not for your health, thus to commit Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning. And after seem to chide them. This shall make Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Our purpose necessary, and not envious :
Brutus, Which so appearing to the common eyes,
Stole from my bed: And yesternight, at supper, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across : For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
And when I ask'd you what the matter was, When Cæsar's head is off.
You stard upon me with ungentle looks : Cas.
Yet I do fear him: I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head, For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar, —
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Which seem'd too much enkindled ; and, withal, Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die; Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man. For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; Bru. Peace, count the clock.
And, could it work so much upon your shape, Cas.
The clock hath stricken three. As it hath much prevailid on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. For he is superstitions grown of late ;
Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, Quite from the main opinion he held once
He would embrace the means to come by it. of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies :
Bru. Why, so I do:-Good Porria, go to bed. It may be, these apparent prodigies,
Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humour And the persuasion of his augurers,
Of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus sick May hold him from the capitol to-lay,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus ;
To whom it must be done. You have some sick offence within your mind,
Set on your foot: Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you, I ought to know of: And, upon my knees,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
That Brutus leads me on. By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Follow me then. (Eseun.. Which did incorporate and make us one, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in Cæsar's Palace. Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsar, in his Have had resort to you: for here have been
Night-gown. Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to Even from darkness.
night : Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Thrice hatb Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Help, ho! They murder Cæsar! Who's within ? Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Enter a Servant.
Ser. My lord ?
Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And bring me their opinions of success. And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs Ser. I will, my lord.
[Erử. of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,
Enter Calphurnia. Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
forth? As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
You shall not stir out of your house today. That visit my sad heart.
Cres. Cæsar shall forth : The things that threatend Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal,
Ne'er look but on my back; when they shall see A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:
The face of Cæsar, they are vanished. I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.
Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Being so'father'd, and so husbanded ?
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their deal:
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Here, in the thigh : Can bear that with patience,
In mnks, and squadrons and right form of war, And not my husband's secrets ?
Which drizzled blood upon the capitol: Bru.
The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; [Knocking within.
And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets: Hark, bark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;
O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, And by and by thy bosom skall paruke
And I do fear them. The secrets of my heart.
What can be avoided, All my engagements I will construe to thee,
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? All the charactery of my sad brows:
Yet Cæsar shall go forth : for these predictions Leave me with haste.
Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Lucius, who is that knocks?
princes. Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with you.
Cæs. Cowards die many times before their deaths i Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
The valiant never taste of death but oncc. Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! how?
of all the wonders that I yet have heari, Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius | Seeing that death, a necessary end,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear; To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick! Will come, when it will come.
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
Re-enter a Servant. Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
What say the augurt? Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Ser. They would not have you to stir forth to-das. Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome !
They could not find a heart within the beast. Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart, My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear. And I will strive with things impossible ;
No, Cæsar shall not: Danger knows full well, Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?'
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he. Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men whole. We were two lions litter'd in one day, Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make sick? || And I the elder and more terrible ;
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ?-
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
So to most noble Cæsar.
Treb. Cæsar, I will:- And so near will I be, [Aside. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with
me : And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt.
And Cæsar shall go forth.
Alas, my lord,
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I ain not well;
Det. Cæsar, all bail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Shall Casar send a lie?
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laughd at, when I tell them so.
Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
Der. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
Cas. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say : And know it now; The senate have concluded To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. If you shall 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 Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Corsar is afraid? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liable. Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem bow, Calphur
nia ? I am ashamed I did yield to them.Give me my robe, for I will go :Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Tre
bonius, and Cinna.
Pub. Good-morrow, Cæsar.
SCENE III.-The same. A Street near the Capitol.
Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brulus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou beost net immortal, look about you : Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, Artemidorus. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, o Cæsar, thou may'st live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit. SCENE IV.-The same. Another part of the same
Street, before the House of Brutus. Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Prythee, listen well:
Luc. Sooth, madarn, I hear nothing.