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And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
Is to himself, take thought and die for Cæsar :
Bru. Peace! count the clock.
Dec. Never fear that: if he be so resolv'd,
For I can give his humour the true bent,
Bru. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him..
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him: He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. The morning comes upon's: we'll leave you, Brutus,
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untir'd spirits and formal constancy : And so good morrow to you every one. Exeunt all but BRUTUS. Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thon hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Brutus, my lord! Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Por. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently,
Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it. Bru. Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed. Por. Is Brutus sick, and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humours Of the dank morning? What! is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus ; You have some sick offence within your mind, Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I ought to know of; and, upon my knees, I charm you, by my once-commended beauty, By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one, That you unfold to me, your self, your half, Why you are heavy, and what men to-night Have had resort to you; for here have been Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Even from darkness. Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia. Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
Bru. O! what a time have you chose out,
To wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick!
Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
What's to do?
Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick?
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
What say the augurers ? Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
Set on your foot,
And Cæsar shall go forth.
Cas. Mark Antony shall say I am not well;
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time
Caes. The cause is in my will: I will not come;
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say:
And know it now: the senate have concluded
If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper
Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear dear love
Caes. How foolish do your fears seem now,
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METEL-
SCENE III.-The Same. A Street near the Capitol. Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper. Casar, 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,
To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
For he went sickly forth; and take good note
Prithee, listen well;
Por. Come hither, fellow which way hast thou been?
Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is 't o'clock ?
About the ninth hour, lady.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Excunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR and the Senators take their seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. Bru. He is address'd; press near and second him.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? What is now amiss
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
Low-crooked court'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Caes. I could be well mov'd if I were as you; If I could pray to move prayers would move me; But I am constant as the northern star,
of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Cas. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
I fear our purpose is discovered.
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him.
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Cas. Where's Antony? Tre. Fled to his house amaz'd. Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run As it were doomsday.
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon. 100 Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry 'Peace, freedom, and liberty!' 110 Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
Tell him, so please him come unto this place, 140
I'll fetch him presently.
Bru. I know that we shall have him well to friend.
Cas. I wish we may : but yet have I a mind That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose.
Bru. But here comes Antony.. Welcome, Mark Antony.
Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure? Fare thee well. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank : If I myself, there is no hour so fit
As Cæsar's death's hour, nor no instrument
With the most noble blood of all this world.
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, As, by our hands and this our present act, You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done : Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome, As fire drives out fire, so pity pity, Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, To you our swords have leaden points, Mark Antony:
So oft as that shall be, Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts
So often shall the knot of us be call'd