SCENE III.-Rome. 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 Brutus 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 be'st not 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.-Rome. 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;

Stay not to answer me, but get thee

gone:

Why dost thou stay?

Luc.

To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.O constancy, be strong upon my side,

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 sickly forth and take good note,
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him:
Hark, boy! what noise is that

Luc. I hear none, madam.

Por.

Pr'ythee, listen well;

I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

Por. Come hither, fellow which way hast thou

been?

:

Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.

Por. What is 't o'clock?

Sooth.

About the ninth hour, lady.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Sooth. Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,

To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me,

I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I 'fear may chance.

Good morrow to you.

Here the street is narrow:

The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.

[Exit.

Por. I must go in.—Ah me, how weak a thing

The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise !-
Sure, the boy heard me.-Brutus hath a suit,
That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint.

Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry: come to me again,

And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE I.-Rome.

ACT III.

The Capitol; the Senate

sitting.

A crowd of People in the street leading to the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS. POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.

At

Ces. The ides of March are come.

Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'erread, your best leisure, this his humble suit.

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

Read it, great Cæsar.

Ces. What touches us ourself shall be last

served.

Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub.

Sirrah, give place.

Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the

street?

Come to the Capitol.

CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.
All the Senators rise.

Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius ?

Pop.

Fare you well; [Advances to CÆSAR.

Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

Cas. He wished to-day our enterprise might thrive.

I fear, our purpose is discoveréd.

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark

him.

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back

For I will slay myself.

Bru.

Cassius, be constant:

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purpose;

For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.