As that fame ague What is't o' clock? which hath made you Bru. Cæfar, 'tis ftrucken eight. lean Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesy See, Antony, that revels long o' nights, Cef. Bid them prepare within.. I am to blame to be thus waited for. Be near me, that I may remember you. Treb. Cæfar, I will ;--and fo near will I be, [fide. That your best friends fhall wish I had been further. Caf. Good friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with me, And we like friends will go ftraightway together. Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæfar, [dfide. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Street near the Capitol. (16) Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. "Cæfar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caf "fius; come not near Cafca; have an eye to Cinna; truft not Trebenius; mark well Metellus. (16) Enter Artemidorus,] In the Dramatis Perfona, through all the editions, Artemidorus is called a Soothfayer. But 'tis certain the Poet defigned two diftinct characters. Artemidorus was neither augur, nor foothfayer. "Tis true there was an Artemidorus, whofe critic on dreams we still have; but he did not live till the time of Antoninus. He likewife wrote, according to Suidas, of augury and pal mitry. But this Artemidorus, who had been Cæfar's hoft Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou "haft wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one "mind in all thefe men, and it is bent against "Cæfar. If thou beeft not immortal, look about thee: fecurity gives way to confpiracy. The "mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, Artemidorus." Here will I ftand 'till Cæfar pafs along, If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou mayeft live; Enter PORCIA and LUCIUS. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the fenate-houfe; Stay not to answer me, but get thee Why doft thou stay? Luc. To know my errand, Madam. gone: Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould't do there---O Conftancy, be strong upon my fide, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else! Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, at Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &c. did not pretend to know any think of the confpiracy against Cæfar by prefcience or prognostication. He was a sophist, who taught that fcience in Greek at Rome; by which means being intimate with Brutus, and thofe about him, he got into their fecret; and out of his old affection for Cæfar, was defirous of acquainting him with his danger. For he went fickly forth: and take good note I heard a buftling rumour like a fray, Enter ARTEMIDORUS. Por. Come hither, fellow: which way haft thou Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ? [been? Art. Madam, not yet; I go to take my ftand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not? Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar To be fo good to Cæfar as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself. Por. Why, knoweft thou any harm intended towards him? Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear; Good-morrow to you. Here the ftreet is narrow: The throng that follows Cæfar at the heels, Of fenators, of prætors, common fuitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death? I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæfar as he comes along. [Exit. Por. I must go in---aye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus ! The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Sure the boy heard me -----Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar will not grant.---O, I grow faint; Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord; ACT III. SCENE, the Street before the Capitol, and the Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIÙS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, AN TONY, LEPIDUS, ARTEMIDORUS, POPILIUS, CESAR. HE Ides of March are come. THE Sooth. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone. At Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule. Pub. Sirrah, give place. Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the ftreet?. Pop. I with your enterprize to-day may thrive. Pop. Fare you well. Bru What faid Popilius Lena ? Caf. He wished to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear our purpofe is discovered. VOL. X. N Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark him. Caf. Cafca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what fhall be done if this be known? Caffius, or Cæfar, never thall turn back; For will flay myself. Bru. Caius, be constant: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose; Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him. An humble heart. Gef. I must prevent thee, Cimber; Thefe couchings and thefe lowly courtefies If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him, (17) Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without Will he be facisfied. [caufe (17) Know, Cæfar doth not wrong;] Ben Johnson, in the induction of his Staple of News, has a facer upon this paf |