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To your proceeding bids me tell you this:
And reason to my love is liable.
Cæs. How foolish do your Fears seem now, . Gal-

phurnia?
I am asham'd, I did yield to them.
Give me my Robe, for I will go :

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Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,

Cinna and Publius.
And, look, where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub. Good-morrow, Cafar.

Cæs. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early. too?
Good-morrow, Casca: Caius Ligarius,
Cæfar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that fame Ague which hath made you lean.
What is't o'clock ?

Bru. Cæsar, 'tis ftrucken eight.
Cæs. 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 most noble Casar.

Cæf: Bid them prepare within :
I am to blame to be thus waited for..
Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for

you, Remember, that you call on me to-day ;. Be near me,

that I
may
remember

you.
Treb. Cæfar, I will ; and so near will I be;

[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.

Brun

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Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cæsar,

[Afde. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon ? [Exeunt:

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Changes to a Street near the Capitol.

Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper.
ÆSAR, beware of Brutus ; take heed of Callius;

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,
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 Cæfar, thou may'st live ;
If not, the fates with Traitors do contrive.

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Enter Porcia 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.

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.

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

Luc. I hear none, Madam.

Por. Pr'y thee, listen well :
I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing.

go to take

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 Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Art. Madam, not yet ;

I

my

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
To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me:
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds

hini ?
Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear;
Good-morrow to you.

Here the street is narrow :
The throng, that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of Senaiors, 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-aye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! Brutus !

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The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!
Sure, the Boy heard me: - Brutus hath a Suit,
That Cafar will not grant.--O, 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.

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The Street before the Capitol ; and the Capitol open.
Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, De-

cius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepi-
dus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the
Soothsayer.

C AE s A R.
HE Ides of March are come.

Sooth. Ay. Cæfar: but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cefar: read this schedule.

Dec. Treboniu's doth desire you to o'er-read,
At your best leasure, this his humble fuit.

Art. O Cæfar, read mine first; for mine's a fuit,
That touches Casar nearer. Read it. great Cefar.

Caf. What touches us ourself, shall be lalt Terv'd.
Art. Delay not, Cesar, read it instantly.
Caf. What, is the fellow mad ?
Pub. Sirrah, give place.

Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street ?
Cone to the Capitol.
Pojl

. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Caf. What enterprize, Popilius ?
Pop. Fare you well.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

Cas. He will’d, to-day our enterprize might thrive:
I fear, our purpose is discovered.
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Bru

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar ; mark him.

Caf: Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Brutus, what shall be done, if this be known ?
Calsins, or Cæfar, never shall turn back;
For I will say myself

Bru. Caffius, be conftant :
Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose ;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæfar doth not change.

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;

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