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ACT II. SCENE I.
The Same. Brutus's Orchard.
Bru. 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 sleep so soundly.When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: What 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 lord.
[Exit. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the
question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?
Remorse from power'l: And, to speak truth of
Cæsar, I have not known when his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may; Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these, and these extremities: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis
chievous; And kill him in the shell.
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Luc. I know not, sir.
[Exit. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them. .
[Opens the letter, and reads. Brutus, thou sleep’st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, fc. Speak, strike, redress ! Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out; Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!
Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king. Speuk, strike, redress !-Am I entreated then To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
[Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Is he alone?
know them? Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their
spiracy; Hide it in smiles, and affability: 12 For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
He is welcome hither.
He is welcome too.
They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break
here? Casca. No.
Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines,
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.