Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful ? Casca, 'Tis Cæsar that you mean : Is it not, Cas Casca. A common slave (you know him well by

sius? sight)

Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Held up his left hand, which did fame, and burn Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds arc dead, Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.

And we are govern’d with our mothers' spirits; Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,) Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. Against the Capitol I met a lion,

Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by,

Mean to establish Cæsar as a king:
Without annoying me: and there were drawn And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
Upon a heap a bundred ghastly women,

In every place, save here in Italy.
Transform’d with their fear; who swore, they saw Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then :
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,

Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong ; Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat : Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,

Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, These are their reasons --They are natural ;

Can be retentive to the strength of spirit: For, I believe, they are portentous things

But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Unto the climate that they point upon.

Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time : If I know this, know all the world besides,
But men may construe things after their fashion, That part of tyranny, that I do bear,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. I can shake off at pleasure.
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow ?

Casca.

So can I: Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius So every bondman in his own band bears Send word to you, he would be there tomorrow. The power to cancel his captivity.

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ? Is not to walk in.

Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf,
Casca. Farewell, Cicero. (Exit Cicero. But that he sees, the Romans are but sheep

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds,
Enter Cassius.

Those that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Cas. Who's there?

Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome, Casca. A Roman.

What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves Cas.

Casca, by your voice. For the base matter to illuminate Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O grief! this?

Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Before a willing bondman: then I know Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? My answer must be made : But I am arm’d, Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of | And dangers are to me indifferent. faults.

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand : Submitting me unto the perilous night;

Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
And, thus unbrac'd, Casca, as you see,

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone: As who goes farthest.
And, when the cross-blue lightning seem'd to open

Cas.

There's a bargain made. The breast of heaven, I did present myself Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already Even in the aim and very flash of it. (heavens? Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,

Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the To undergo with me an enterprize It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

Of honourable-dangerous consequence; When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send And I do know by this, they stay for me Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

[life In Pompey's porch: For now, this fearful night, Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of There is no stir, or walking in the streets ; That should be in a Roman, you do want,

And the complexion of the element
Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
To see the strange impatience of the heavens :
But if you would consider the true cause,

Enter CINNA.
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in
Why birds and beasts, from quality and kind;

haste. Why old men, fools, and children calculate :

Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; Why all these things change, from their ordinance, He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ? 'Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

Cin. To find out you : Who's that? Metellus 'To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,

Cimber? That heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits, Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To make them instruments of fear, and warning, To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna ? Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, Cin. I'm glad on't. What a fearful night is this ? Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night; There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars

Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me. As doth the lion in the Capitol :

Cin.

Yes, A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win In personal action; yet prodigious grown.

The noble Brutus to our partyAnd fearful, as these strange eruptions are

Cas. Be you content: Gond 'Cinna, take this paper

And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,

Re-enter Lucius.
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window : set this up with wax

Laic. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,

Searching the window for a flint, I found Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. It did not lie there

when I'went to bed.

This paper, thus seald up; and, I am sure,
Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there ?
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone

Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,

Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March

Luc. I know not, sir.
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cas, That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.

Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
(Erit Cinna.
Luc. I will, sir

(Erit. Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,

Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him

Give so much light, that I may read by them. Is ours already; and the man entire,

(Opens the letier, and reads. Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Casca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts: Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress? And that which would appear offence in us,

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,His countenance, like richest alchymy,

Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Where I have took them up. Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. [him, Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out; [Rome

Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What ! You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and, ere day,

My ancestor did from the streets of Rome
We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Exeunt.

The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
Speak, strike, redress !

-Am I entreated then (misa
To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thce pro
If the redress will follow, thou receivest

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! .

Re-enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. SCENE I.-The same. Brutus's Orchard.

Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate : somebody Enter BRUTUS,

knocks.

[Exit Lucius. Bru. What, Lucius, ho!

Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,

I have not slept.
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to-day.-Lucius, I say!-

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly,

And the first motion, all the interim is
When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say: What, Lucius! Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:

The genius and the mortal instruments
Enter Lucius.

Are then in council; and the state of man

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Luc. Cau'd you, my lord ?

The nature of an insurrection.
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius :
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Re-enter Lucius.
Luc. I will, my lord.

[Erit.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part, Who doth desire to see you. I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

Bru.

Is he alone ? But for the general. He would be crown'd:

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. How that might change bis nature, there's the ques

Bru,

Do you know them ? tion.

Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder;

ears, And that craves wary walking. Crown him ? and half their faces buried in their cloaks, That;

That by no means I may discover them And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

By any mark of favour. Tbat at his will he may do danger with.

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

[Exit LUCIC3 Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar, They are the faction. O conspiracy I have not known when his affections sway'd

Shamst thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof

When evils are most free ? O, then, by day, Tbat lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Whereto the climber-upward turns his face: To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conBut when he once attains the topmost round,

spiracy ; He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Hide in it smiles and affability :
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may;

For if thou put thy native semblance on,
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel To hide thee from prevention.

Not Erebus itself were dim enough Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Enter CASSIUS, Casca, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS. Would run to these and these extremities :

Cimber, and TREBONIUS. And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Lous; Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grcw mischiev Good morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you? And kill him in the shell.

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men that come along with you ?

Bru.

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no mau here, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, But honours you: and every one doth wish,

Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him You had but that opinion of yourself,

A shrewd contriver; and, you know his means, Which every noble Roman bears of you.

If he improve them, may well stretch so far,
This is Trebonius.

As to annoy us all : which to prevent,
Bru.
He is welcome hither.

Let Antony and Cæsar fall together. (sius, Cas. This Decius Brutus.

Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius CasBru.

He is welcome too. To cut the head off, and then hack the linbs; Cas. This, Casca; this, Ciora;

Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards: And this, Metellus Cimber.

For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar. Bru.

They are all welcome. Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar;
Betwixt your eyes and night?

And in the spirit of men there is no blood :
Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit,
Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break and not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,
here?

Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
Casca. No.

Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day, Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds :

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd. And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises;

Stir up their servants to an act of rage, Which is a great way growing on the south, And after seem to chide them. This shall make Weighing the youthful season of the year. Our purpose necessary, and not envious : Some two months hence, up higher toward the north Which so appearing to the common eyes, He first presents bis fire; and the high east We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

And for Mark Antony, think not of him; Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm, Cas. And let us swear our resolution.

When Cæsar's head is off. Bru. No, not an oath : If not the face of men, Cas.

Yet I do fear him : The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, - For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar, If these be motives weak, break off betimes,

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of bim: And every man hence to his idle bed;

If he love Cæsar, all that he can do So let high-sighted tyranny range on,

Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar: Tili each man drop by lottery But if these, And that were much be should; for he is given As I am sure they do, bear fire enough

To sports, to wildness, and much company. To kindle covards, and to steel with valour

Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, For he will live, and laugh at this bereafter. What neeil we any spur, but our owu cause,

[Clock strikes. To prick us to redress ? what other bond,

Bru. Peace, count the clock. Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Cas.

The clock hath stricken three. And will not palter ? and what other oath,

Treb. 'Tis time to part. Than honesty to honesty engag’d,

Cas.

But it is doubtful yet, That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no:
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous, For he is superstitious grown of late ;
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls Quite from the main opinion he held once
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies :
Such creatures as meu doubt: but do not stain It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The even virtue of our enterprize,

The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
Nor th' insuppressive metal of our spirits,

And the persuasion of his augurers,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood, Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolvid,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,

That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
If he do break the smallest particle

And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, of any promise that hath pass'd from himn.

Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
Cas. But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him? But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
I think, he will stand very strong with us.

He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.

Let me work :
Cin.

No, by no means. For I can give his humour the truc bent;
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Will purchase us a good opinion,

Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the uttermost?
It shall be said, his judgment rul'a our „ands; Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
Our youths, and wildness, shall no wit appear, Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard,
But all be buried in his gravity.

Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; Bru. O, name him not ; let us not break with himr ; I wonder, none of you have thought of him. For he will never follow any thing

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him; That other men begin.

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Cas.

Then leave him out. Send him but, hither, and I'll fasbion him. Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Car. The morning comes upon us: We'll leave Dec. Shall no inan else be touch'd butonly Cæsar?

y ju, Brutus: Cas. Decius, well urg'd :--I think it is not meet, And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remembe:

mans.

What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro- of your good pleasure ? If it be no more,

Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. Bru Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Bru. You are my true and honourable wife ; Let not our looks put on our purposes ;

As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops But bear it as our Roman actors do,

That visit my sad heart.

(cret. With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:

Por. If this were true, then should I know this scAnd so, good morrow to you every one.

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

[E.reunt all but BRUTUS. A woman that lord Brutus took to wife · Boy! Lucius !-Fast asleep? It is no matter; I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal, Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:

A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter. Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,

Think you, I am no stronger than my sex, Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Being so father's, and so husbanded? Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :

I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Enter Portia.

Giving myself a voluntary wound
Por.

Brutus, my lord ! Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience, Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise And not my husband's secrets ? you now?

Bru.

O ye gods, It is not for your health, thus to commit

Render me worthy of this noble wife! Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning.

[Knocking urilin. Por. Nor for your's neither. You have ungently, Hark, hark! one knocks : Portia, go in a while; Brutus,

And by and by thy bosom shall partake
Stolen from my bed: And yesternight, at supper, The secrets of my heart.
You suddenly arose, and walked about,

All my engagements I will construe to thee,
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across : All the charactery of my sad brows :--
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,

Leave me with haste.

[Exit Portia. You star'd upon me with ungentle looks: I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head,

Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS.
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot •
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd nut;

Lucius, who's that, knocks? But, with an angry wafture of your hand,

Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with Gave sign for me to leave you: So I did;

you. Fearing to strengthen that impatience,

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, withal,

Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius ! how? Hoping it was but an effect of humour,

Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, bra70 it will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;

Caius, And, could it work so much upon your shape, To wear a kerchief ? 'Would you were not sick! As it hath much prevailid on your condition, Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,

Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, He would embrace the means to come by it. I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome !

Bru. Why, so I do :-Good Portia, go to bed. Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins !
Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical

Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours My mortified spirit. Now bid ine run,
of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus sick; And I will strive with things impossible ;
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, Yea, get the better of them. What's to do ?
To dare the vile contagion of the night?

Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air

whole.

(sick? To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus;

Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make You have some sick offence within your mind, Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius Which, by the right and virtue of my place, I shall unfold to thee, as we are goingI ought to know of: And, upon my knees,

To whom it must be done. I charm you, by my once commended beauty,

Lig.

Set on your foot; By all your vows of love, and that great vow And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you, Which did incorporate and make us one,

To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,

That Brutus leads me on. Vhy you are heavy; and what men to-nigh

Bru.

Follow me then. Have had resort to you: for here have been

(Ereunt. Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Even from darkness.

SCENE II.- The same. A Room in Cosar's
Bru.
Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Palace.
Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bood of marriage, tell me, Brutus,

Thunder and lightning. Enter Cæsar his Is it excepted, I should know no secrets

night-goun. That appertain to you? Am l yourself, But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;

Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

to-night: And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, suburbs

Help, ho! They murder Casar! Who's withi..?

Enter a Servant.

And tell them, that I will not come to-day.

Cannot is false; and that I dare not, falser;
Serv. My lord ?
Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,

I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius
Lad bring me their opinions of success.

Cal. Say, he is sick.
Cæs.

Shall Cæsar send a lie ? Serv. I will, my lord.

[Erit. Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, Enter CALPHURNIA.

To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth ? Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know sume walk forth?

cause, You shall not stir out of your house to-day. {me,

Cæs. Cæsar shall forth: The things that threaten'à Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so. Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see That is enough to satisfy the senate.

Cæs. The cause is in my will;—I will not coine; The face of Cæsar, they are vanished. Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,

But, for your private satisfaction, Yet now they fright me. There is one within,

Because I love you, I will let you know;

Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home : Besides the things that we have heard and seen,

She dreamt to-night she saw my statue, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.

Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead: Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans

Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it. Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,

And these does she apply for warnings, portents, In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war,

And evils imminent; and on her knee Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol :

Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan;
And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets. Your

statue spouting blood in many pipes,

It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

In which so many smiling Romans bathd,
Cæs.
What can be avoided,

Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods ?

Reviving blood; and that great men shall press Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these predictions

For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognizance. Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.

This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of

And know it now; the senate have concluded
princes.
Cæs. Cowards die many times before their deaths; To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar.
The valiant never taste of death but once.

If you shall send them word, you will not come, Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

Their ininds may change. Besides, it were a mock It seems to me most strange that men should fear;

Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Break up the senate till another time, Will come, when it will come.

When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Romter a Servant.

Lo, Cesar is afraid ?

Pardon me, Cæsar: for my dear, dear love What say the augurers ? To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. And reason to my love is liable. Iphurnia! Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,

Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal. They could not find a heart within the beast. I am ashamed I did yield to them.

Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Give me my robe, for I will go :-
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.

Enter Publius, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, No, Cæsar shall not: Danger knows full well,

CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA. That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.

And look where Publius is come to fetch me. We were two lions litter'd in one day,

Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar. And I the elder and more terrible ;

Cæs.

Welcome, Publius. And Cæsar shall go forth. Cal. Alas, my lord,

What, Brutus, are you stirr'ı so early too ?

Good-morrow, Casca.—Caius Ligarius, Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.

Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy, Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear

As that same ague which hath made you lean. That keeps you in the house, and not your own. What is't o'clock? We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;

Bru.

Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. And he shall say, you are not well to-day:

Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;

Enter ANTONY.
Ind, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

See! Antony, that revels long o’nights,
Enter Decius.

Is notwithstanding up :

Good morrow, Antony. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so,

Ant.

So to most noble Cæsar, Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæs. Bid them prepare within :Cæsar:

I am to blame to be thus waited for.I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Now, Cinna:-Now Metellus :- What, Trebonjus! Ces. And you are come in very happy time, I have an hour's talk in store for you; To bear my greeting to the senators,

Remember that you call on me to-day: