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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,
Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow
Car. I know where I will wear this dagger then;
So can I :
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?
There's a bargain made.
In Pompey's porch ; For now, this fearful niglit,
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.
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's l:carts:
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
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.
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
Br4. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
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;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
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,
Than honesty ta honesty engag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
That welco!le wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain Bru.
Do you know them? The even virtue of our enterprize,
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.
For I can give his humour the true bent;
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;
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 ; 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 ;
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
[Exeunt all but Brutus. For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
Boy! Lucius !-Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
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,
Which seem'd too much enkindled ; and, withal,
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,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
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,
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.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in Cæsar's Palace.
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?
Enter a Servant.
Ser. My lord ?
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,
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
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,
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.
Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.
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.
of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Will come, when it will come.
Re-enter a Servant.
Ser. They would not have you to stir forth to-das,
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Cæsar shall not : Danger knows full well,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
What say the auguro?
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ?-
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
So to most noble Cæsar.
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,
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I ain not well;
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,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Shall Corsar send a lic?
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;
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
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.
Pub. Good-morrow, Cæsar.
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;
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Prythee, listen well:
Luc. Sooth, madaro, I hear nothing.