Enter Decius. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.. Caes. And you are come in very happy time, And tell them, that I will not come to-day: I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius. Cæs. Shall Cesar send a lie? To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth? Dee. Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, But, for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Cars. 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 them 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 Casar's wife shall meet with better dreams. Lo, Casar is afraid? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear, deaf love And reason to my love is liable. Cas. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia? I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go : Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, and Cinna. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Pub. Good-morrow, Cesar. Caes. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?- As that same ague which hath made you lean,- Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. Cas. 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. Cas. Bid them prepare within :- Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :-What, Trebonius! 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 And me: we, like friends, will straightway go together. Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeuna. SCENE III.-The same. A Street near the Capitol. Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; some 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, Artemidorus. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live; [Exit. SCENE IV-The sume. 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? Luc. To know my errand, madam. Per. I would have had thee there, and bere again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.- Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! 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 sickly forth: And take good note, What Cæsar dotb, what suitors press to him. Luc. I hear none, madam. Por. Pr'ythee, listen well: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the capitol? Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the capitol. Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, [Exit. And bring me word what he doth say to thee. [Exe. ACT III. SCENE 1.-The same. The Capitol; the Senate sit ting. A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capitol; among them Artemidorus and the Southsayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony. Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and others. Cæsar. THE ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.. Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule. Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first: for mine's a suit. That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar. Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly. Cas. What, is the fellow mad? Pub Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the capitol. |