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To your proceeding bids me tell you this:
S CE N E VI.
Cinna and Publius.
Pub. Good-morrow, Cafar.
Cæs. Welcome, Publius.
Bru. Cæsar, 'tis ftrucken eight.
for your pains and courtesy.
Ant. So to most noble Casar.
Cæf: Bid them prepare within :
you, Remember, that you call on me to-day ;. Be near me,
[Afide. That your best Friends shall wish I had been further. Cæs. Good Friends, go in, and taste fome wine
with me. And we, like Friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cæsar,
[Afde. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon ? [Exeunt:
Changes to a Street near the Capitol.
Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper.
come not near Casca ; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wrong‘d Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be's not immortal, look about thee: Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee !
Thy Lover, Artemidorus.
Here will I ftand, 'till Cæfar pass along,
Enter Porcia and Lucius.
Luc. To know my errand, Madam.
Pur. I would have had thee there, and here again; Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st 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?
Luc. I hear none, Madam.
Por. Pr'y thee, listen well :
Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing.
go to take
stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Por. Thou bast some suit to Cæfar, haft thou not?
Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar
Here the street is narrow :
get me to a place more void, and there
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!
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
The Street before the Capitol ; and the Capitol open.
cius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepi-
C AE s A R.
Sooth. Ay. Cæfar: but not gone.
Dec. Treboniu's doth desire you to o'er-read,
Art. O Cæfar, read mine first; for mine's a fuit,
Caf. What touches us ourself, shall be lalt Terv'd.
Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street ?
. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Cas. He will’d, to-day our enterprize might thrive:
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar ; mark him.
Caf: Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Bru. Caffius, be conftant :
Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæfar.
Bru. He is addrest; press near, and second him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready ? what is now amiss, That Cæfar and his Senate must redress ? Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puiffant
Cæfar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [Kneeling An bumble heart.
Caf. I must prevent thee , Cimber; These couchings and these lowly curtefies Might ftir the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance and first decree Into the lane of children. Be not fond, To think that Cæfar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With That which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words; Low-crooked curt'fies, and bafe spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished; If thou doit bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way: Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause Will he be satisfied,
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To found more sweetly in great Cæfar's ear, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Bru. I kiss thy band, but not in flattery, Cafar;