To your proceeding bids me tell you this: Caf. How foolish do your Fears feem now, Cal- I am afham'd, I did yield to them. Give me my Robe, for I will go : SCENE VI. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Cafca, Trebonius, And, look, where Publius is come to fetch me. Caf. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you ftirr'd fo early too? Cæfar was ne'er fo much your enemy, As that fame Ague which hath made you lean.. What is't o'clock ? Bru. Cafar, 'tis ftrucken eight. Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Enter Antony. See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good-morrow, Antony. Ant. So to moft noble Cæfar. Caf. Bid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for.. and fo near will I be, [Afide. That your beft Friends fhall wish I had been further. Caf. Good Friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with me. And we, like Friends, will ftraightway go together. Bru. Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæfar, [Afide. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon? [Exeunt. C Changes to a Street near the Capitol. Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper. ESAR, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caffius; come not near Cafca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou be'ft not immortal, look about thee: fecurity gives way to confpiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee! Thy Lover, Artemidorus. Here will I ftand, 'till Cæfar pass along, If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may'st live; Enter Porcia and Lucius. Por. I pr'ythee, Boy, run to the Senate-house; Luc. To know my errand, Madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould'ft do there O Conftancy, be ftrong upon my fide, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; G 5 Luc. Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went fickly forth and take good note, I heard a buffling rumour like a fray, Enter Artemidorus. Por. Come hither, fellow, which way haft thou been? Art. At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is't o' clock? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol? To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. my ftand, Por. Thou haft some suit 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, know'ft thou any harm intended tow'rds him? Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear; The throng, that follows Cæfar at the heels, [Exit. Por. I muft go in-ayc me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus! Brutus ! The The heavens fpeed thee in thine enterprize! And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. [Exeunt feverally. ACT III. SCENE I. The Street before the Capitol; and the Capitol open. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Soothsayer. CAESAR. HE Ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay. Cæfar: but not gone. Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth defire you to o'er-read, At your beft leafure, this his humble fuit. Art. O Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit, That touches Cafar nearer. Read it. great Cæfar. Caf. What touches us ourself, shall be last ferv'd. Art. Delay not, Cæfar, read it inflantly. Caf. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirrah, give place. Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. Pep. I with, your enterprize to-day may thrive. Caf. What enterprize, Popilius? Pop. Fare you well. Bru. What faid Popilius Lena? Caf. He wifh'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear, our purpofe is difcovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark himr.. Caf. Cafca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what fhall be done, if this be known? Caffins, or Cæfar, never fhall turn back; For I will flay myself Bru. Caffius, be constant: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose ; For, look, he fmiles, and Cæfar doth not change. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his fuit to Cæfar. Bru. He is addreft; press near, and second him. Cin. Cafca, you are the first that rears your hand. Caf. Are we all ready? what is now amifs, That Cæfar and his Senate muft redress? Met. Moft high, moft mighty, and most puiffant Cæfar, Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat An humble heart. Caf. I must prevent thee, Cimber; [Kneeling. With That which melteth fools; I mean, fweet words; If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To found more fweetly in great Cæfar's ear, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Bru. I kifs thy hand, but not in flattery, Cafar; Defirias |