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Cos. Fou are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life That should be in a Roman, you do want, Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, To see the strange impatience of the heavens: But if you would consider the true cause, Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind; Why old men fools, and children calculate; Why all these things change, from their ordinance, Their naturts, and pre-formed faculties,

To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,
That heaven hath iníus'd them with these spirits,
To make them instruments of fear, and waruing,
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca,
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night;
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the capitol:
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,
In personal action, yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean : Is it not, Cassius ?

Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors ;
But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ;
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow
Mean to establish Cæsar as a king:
And he shall wear his crown by sea, acd land,
Iu every place, save here in Italy.

Car. I know where I will wear this dagger then;
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Vor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny, that I du bear,
I can shake off at pleasure.

So can I :
So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.

Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lon), were not Romans hinds.
Those that with baste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O grief!
Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this
Before a willing bondman : then I know
My answer must be made: But I am armid,
And dangers are to me indifferent.
· Casca. You speak to Casca ; and to such a man,
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand;
Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
And I will set this foot of mine as far,
As who goes farthest.

There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the noblest-ininded Romans,
To unlergo, with me, an enterprize
of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know, lvy this, they stay for me

In Pompey's porch ; For now, this fearful niglit,
There is no stir, or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element,
Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Entcr Cinna.
Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in

laste. Cas. Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ? Cin. To find out you : Who's that? Metellus Cin

ber? Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?

Cin. I am glad on't. What a feartul night is this? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me.

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win
The noble Brutus to our party-
Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this

And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it: and throw this
In at his window : set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?

Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I willkie,
And so besiow these papers as you bade me.
Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.

[Exit Cinna.
Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, cre day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already; and the man entire,
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's l:carts:
And that, which would appear oifence in us,
His countenance, like richiest alchyniy,
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight; and, ere day,
We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt.


SCENE 1.-The same. Brutus's Orchard. Enter


Brutus. WHAT, Lucius ! ho!I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say !I would it were my fault to steep so soundlyWhen, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: what, Lucius!

Enter Lucius. Luc. Call'd you, my lord?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lori.

[Exit. Bru. It must be by his death : anal, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crownd: How that might change bis nature, there's the ques

tion. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown iun? -'That; - And then, I grant, we plit a wing in hima,

That at his will he may do danger with.


Let them enter. [Exit Lucius The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

They are the faction. O conspiracy! Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar, Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by nigtat, I have not kuown when his aftections sway'd When evils are most free? O, then, by day, More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough That lowliness is young ambitiva's fadder,

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspir Whereto che climber-upward turns his face :

асу; But when he once attains the upmost round,

Hide in it smiles, and affability: He then to the ladder turns his back,

For if thou path thy native semblance on, Looks in the cloais, ruing the base grees

Not Erebus itself were dim enough By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may;

To hide thee frota prevention. Then, lest le may, prevent. And, since the quarrel

Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus CunWill bear no colour for the thing he is,

ber, and Trebonius. Fashion it thus ; that what he is, augmented,

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest : Would run to these, and these extremities :

Good-morrow, Brutus ; Do we trouble you? And therefore think him as a serpent's egs.

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Which, hatch d, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Know I these men, that come along with you? And kill hin in the slie!l.

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no wan here, Re-enter Lucius.

But honours you; and every one doth wish,

You had but that opinion of yourself, Luc. The taper burveth in your closet, sir.

Which every noble Roman bears of you. Searching the window for a flint, I found

This is Trebonius. This paper, thus seald up; and, I am sure,


He is welcome hither. It did not lie there, when I went to-bed.

Cas. This Decius Brutus, Bril. Get you to-bed again, it is not day.


He is welcome too. Is not 10-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Cas. This, Casca ; this, Cinna ; Lui. I know not, sir.

And this, Metellus Cimber. Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word.

Brii. Luc, I will, sir.

They are all welcome [Exit.

What watchful cares do interpose themselves Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

Betwixt your eyes and night? Give so much light, that I may read by them,


Shall I entreat a word? [Opens the letter, and reads.

[They sohisper. Brutus, thou slec'st; arrake, and see thyself.

Der. Ilere lies the cast : Doch not the day break Shali Romie, or. Swak, strike, redress!

here? Brutus, thou sleepist; axake--

Casca. No Such instigations have been often dropp

Cin. 0, pardon, sir, ic douh; and yon grey lines, Where I have took them up.

That fret the eluuds, are nuessengers of day.
Shall Rome, 6c. Thus must I piece it ont;
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What !

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceird.

llere, as I point my sword, the sun aris.s; Ny ancestors did from the streets of Rome

Which is a great way givwing on the south, "The Tarquin drive, when he was cali'd a king

Weighing the youthfui season of the year. Spcak, strihe, redress! -Am entreated then

Some two months hence, up higher toward the north to speaki, avid strike ? O Romne! I make the promise, || Sauds, is the capitul, direeily here.

He first prisents his fire; and the high tast
It'the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

Br4. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Re-enter Lucius.

Bru. No, not a: cath: If not the face of men, Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days,

The sufferance of our souls, the Lime's abu:[Knock zvithin.

If these be motives weak, break off betimes, , Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks.

And every man to his idle bed;
[Exit Lucias.

So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not slept.

Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

As I am sure they do, bear fire enough Between the acting of a dreadful thing

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour And the first motion, all the interim is

The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen, Like a phantasma, or a hidcous crcam:

What need we any spur, but our own cause, The genius, and the mortnl instruments,

To prick us to redress? what other bond, Are then in council; and the state of iran,

Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Like to a little kingdom, suffiers theu

And will not paiter? and what other oath,
The nature of an insurrection.

Than honesty ta honesty engag'd,
Re-enter Lucius.

That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Who doth desire to sec you.

Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
Is he alone?

That welco!le wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.

Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain Bru.

Do you know them? The even virtue of our enterprize,
Luc. No, sir; dieir bats are pluck'd about their cars, Nor the insuppressive nettle of our spirits,
And half' their faces buried in their cloaks,

To think, tinit, or our cause, or our performance, 'Ikat by no means I may discover them

Did need an oath ; when every drop olbloul, By any mark of favour.

That every lomau bxars, arid nobly bears,


Is guilty of a several bastardy,

Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd, If he do break the smallest particle

I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear, of any promise that hath pass'd from him.

That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, Cas. But wbat of Cicero ? Shall we sound him? And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, I think, he will stand very strong with us.

Lions with toils, and men with flatterers : Casca. Let us not leave him out.

But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,

No, by no means. He says, he does ; being then most flattered.
Mer. O let us have him; for his silver hairs Let me work:
Will purchase us a good opinion,

For I can give his humour the true bent;
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : And I will bring him to the capitol.
It shall be said, his judgement ruld our hands;

Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the uttermost? But all be buried in bis gravity.

Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Bru. O, name him not: let us not break with him ; Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, For he will never follow any thing

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
That other men begin.

I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Then leave him out.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar? Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Cas. Decius, well urg'd:- I think it is not meet, Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,

Brutus: Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him

And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, What you have said, and show yourselves true Romany. If he improves them, may well stretch so far,

Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together.

But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, || With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; And so, good morrow to you every one.
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :

[Exeunt all but Brutus. For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.

Boy! Lucius !-Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Enjoy the boney-heavy dew of slumber :
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar; Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
And in the spirit of men there is no blood :

Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,

Enter Portia.
Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;


Brutus, my lord! Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

Bru. Portia, what mean you ? Wherefore rise you Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds :

now? And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

It is not for your health, thus to commit Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

Your weak condition to the raw--cold morning. And after seem to chide them. This shall make Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Our purpose necessary, and not envious :

Brutus, Which so appearing to the common eyes,

Stole from my bed : And yesternight, at supper, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.

You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, And for Mark Antony, think not of him;

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across: For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,

And when I ask'd you what the matter was, When Cæsar's head is off.

You star'd upon me with ungentle looks: Cas.

Yet I do fear him : I urg'd you further ; then you scratch'd your head, For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar,- And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not; If he love Cæsar, all that he can do

But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar: Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did;
And that were much he should; for he is given Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

Which seem'd too much enkindled ; and, withal,
Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die; Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

Which sometime hath his hour with every man.

[Clock strikes. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; Bru. Peace, count the clock.

And, could it work so much upon your shape, Cas.

The clock hath stricken three. As it hath much prevailid on your condition,
Treb. 'Tis time to part.

I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
But it is doubtful yet,

Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no:

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. For he is superstitions grown of late ;

Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, Quite from the main opinion he held once

He would embrace the means to come by it. of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies :

Bru. Why, so I do:-Good Porria, gu to bed. It may be, these apparent prodigies,

Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical The unaccustom'd terror of this night,

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours And the persuasion of his augurers,

of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus sick May hold him from the capitol to-lay.

And will he steal out of his wholesome beti,


Think you,

To dare the vile contagion of the night?

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air

I shall unfuld to thee, as we are going To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus ;

To whom it must be done. You have some sick offence within your mind,


Set on your foot: Which, by the right and virtue of my place,

And, with a heart new fird, I follow you, I ought to know of: And, upon my knees,

To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, I charm you, by my once commended beauty,

That Brutus leads me on. By all your vows of love, and that great vow


Follow me then. [Eacunt.
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,

SCENE II.-The same. A Room in Cæsar's Palace.
Why you are heavy; and what men to-night

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsar, in hie Have had resort to you: for here have been

Night-gown. Some six or seven, who did hide their faces

Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to Even from darkness.

night : Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Thrice hath Calphuria in her sleep eried out, Por. I should not deed, if you were gentle Brutus.

Help, ho! They murder Cæsar! Who's within?
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,

Enter a Servant.
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself,

Ser. My lord ?
But, as it were, in sort, or limitation ;

Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

And bring me their opinions of success. And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs

Ser. I will, my lord.

(E.xit. of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,

Enter Calphurnia. Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;

forth? As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops

You shall not stir out of your house today. That visit my sad heart.

Cæs. Cæsar shall forth : The things that threatend Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret.

me, I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,

Ne'er look but on my back; when they shall see A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:

The face of Cæsar, they are vanished. I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,

Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.

Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
I am no stronger than my sex,

Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Being so'father'd, and so husbanded ?

Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :

A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound

And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead: Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience,

Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,

In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,
And not my husband's secrets?

Which drizzled blood upon the capitol:

O ye gods,

The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Render me worthy of this noble wife !

Horses did neigh, and dying men dul groan; [Knocking within.

And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets: Hark, bark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;

O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, And by and by thy bosom shall partake

And I do fear them. The secrets of my heart.

What can be avoided, All my engagements I will construe to thee,

Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? All the charactery of my sad brows:

Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these predictions Leave me with haste.

[Exit Portia.

Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.
Enter Lucius and Ligarius.

Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Lucius, who is that knocks?

princes. Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with you.

Cæs. Cowards die many times before their deaths ; Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of

The valiant nerer taste of death but once.
Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! how?

of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue
Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius Seeing that death, a necessary end,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick!

Will come, when it will come.
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Re-enter a Servant.
Brut. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Ser. They would not have you to stir forth to-das,
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!

They could not find a heart within the beast.
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!

Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up

Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,

If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
And I will strive with things impossible ;

No, Cæsar shall not : Danger knows full well,
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men whole. We were two lions litter'd in one day,
Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make sick? And I the elder and more terrible ;


What say the auguro?

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What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ?-
Good-morrow, Casca.-Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you lean.-
What is't o'clock?

Cæsar, 'tis strucken 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.

So to most noble Cæsar.
Cæs. 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 today:
Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cæsar, I will:- And so near will I be, (Aside. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with

me : And we, like friends, will straightway go together. Bru. That every like is not the same, 0 Cæsar,

0 The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! (Exeunt.


And Cæsar shall go forth.

Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.
De not go forth to-day: Call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say, you are not well to-day :
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I ain not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Enter Decius.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

Dot. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false ; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not conre to-day: Tell them so, Decius.

Cal. Say, he is sick.

Shall Corsar send a lic?
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.

Cæs. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But, for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home today.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bathod,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood ; and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

Cos. 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 To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. If you shall send there word, you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Casar is afraid? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liable. Cæs. How foolish do your fears selem now, Calphur

nia ? I am ashamed I did yield to them.Give me my robe, for I will go :Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Tre

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

Pub. Good-morrow, Cæsar.

Welcome, Publius.

SCENE III.-The same. 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 Bru tus 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.-The same. 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?

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?

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.

Prythee, listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the capitol.

Luc. Sooth, madaro, I hear nothing.

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