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For, I believe, they are portentous things

If I know this, know all the world besides,
Unto the climate that they point upon.

That part of tyranny that I do bear,
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: I can shake off at pleasur
Bat men may construe things after their fashion, Casca. So can I;
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. So every bondman in his own hand bears
Comes Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?

The power to cancel his captivity.
Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius Cas. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf,

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Is not to walk in.

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Casca. Farewell, Cicero!

(Exit Cicero. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire, Enter CASSIUS.

Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome, Cas. Who's there?

What rubbish, and what oflal, when it serves
Casca. A Roman,

For the base matter to illuminate
Cas. Casca, by your voice.

So vile a thing as Caesar? But, o grief!
Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this

Before a willing bondman: then I know
Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. My answer must be made: but I am arm’d,
Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? And davgers are to me indifferent.
Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full of Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man,

That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand;
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
Submitting me unto the perilous night;

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,

As who goes farthest.
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:

Cas. There's a bargain made.
And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
The breast of heaven, I did present myself Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
Even in the aim and very flash of it.

To undergo with me an enterprize
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the of honourable-dangerous consequence;

And I do know, by this, they stay for me
It is the part of men to fear and tremble, In Pompey's porch; for now, this fearful night,
When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send There is no stir, or walking in the streets;
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

And the complexion of the element
Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life Is favour’d, like the work we have in hand,
That should be in a Roman, you do want,

Most bloody, ficry, and most terrible.
Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,

Enter Cirna.
To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in
But if you would consider the true cause,

Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind; He is a friend. Cinna, where hastc you so ?
Why old men, fools, and children calculate; Cin. To find out you: who's that? Metellus
Why all these things change, from their ordinance, Cimber?
Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna ?
That heaven hath infus’d them with these spirits, Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this?
To make them instruments of fear, and warning, There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me!
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night; Cin. Yes,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win
As doth the lion in the Capitol:

The noble Brutus to our party –
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

Cas. Be you content! good Cinna, take this paper,
In personal action; yet prodigious grown,

And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
Casca. 'Tis Caesar that you mean: is it not, Cassius? In at his window: set this up with wax
Cas. Let it be who it is : for Romans now

Upon old Brutus' statue: ali this done,
Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors; Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead, Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ; Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Mean to establish Caesar as a king :

Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land,

[Exit Cinna. In every place, save here in Italy.

Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then ; See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : is ours already; and the man entire,
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat;

Casca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts;
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, And that, which would appear offence in us,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

You have right well conceited. Let us go,

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you, my lord ?

(Exit Lucius.

For it is after midnight; and, ere day,
Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.

To We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Exeunt.

(Exit Lucius. Th Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,

I have not slept.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing

Th SCENE I. The same. Brutus's Orchard. And the first motion, all the interim is

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:

Bru. what, Lucius! ho!
The genius, and the mortal instruments,

Th I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Are theu in council; and the state of man,

Sw Give guess how near to day.-- Lucius, I say! Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

Olc I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- The nature of an insurrection.

Th When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say! What Lucias! I

Re-enter Licius.

Enter Lucius.
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,

Who doth desire to see you.

No Luc. Callid Bru. Is he alone?

Те Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius :

Di When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.

TH Luc. I will, my lord,

Bru. Do you know theni? [Exit.

Is Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,

IT I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:
That by no means I may discover them

0 How that might change his nature, there's the question. By any mark of favour.

Bru. Let them enter.

It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?- That;- Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,

They are the faction. O conspiracy !
And then, I grant, we put i sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.

When evils are most free? o, then, by day,
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek vonë, conspiI have not known when his affections sway'd

racy; More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,

Hide it in smiles, and affability: That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

For if thou path, thy native semblanco on,

Not Erebus itself were dim enough
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face:
But when he once attains the upmost round,

To hide thee from prevention.
He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinsa, METELLUS CIXLooks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

BER, and TREBONIUS, By which he did ascend: so Caesar may;

Cus. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel

Good-morrow, Brutus! Do we trouble you? Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night

. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Know I these men, that come along with you? Would run to these, and these extremities:

Cus. Yes, every man of them; and no man bere, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

But honours you: and every one doth wish, Which, hatch’d, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Which every noble Roman bears of you.

You had but that opinion of yourself,
And kill him in the shell.

This is Trebonius.
Re-enter Lucius.

Bru. He is welcome hither,
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

13. This Decius Brutus. Searching the window for a flint, I found

Bru. He is welcome too. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,

Cus. This, Casca; this, Ciana; It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

Bru. They are all welcome!
Is not to--morrow, boy, the ides of March? What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Luc. I know not, sir,

Betwixt your eyes and night?
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Cas. Shall I entreat a word?
Luc. I will, sir.
Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

(Exit. Dec. Here lies the east; doth not the day break

here? Give so much light, that I may read by them. Casca. No. (Opens the letter, and reads. Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey

lines, Brutus, thou sleep’st ; awake, and see thy self ! That free the clouds, are messengers of day. Shall Rome, etc. Speuk, strike, redress!

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both decir'd. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Such instigations have been often dropp’d Which is a great way growing on the south, Where I have took them up.

Weighing the youthful season of the year. Shall Rome etc. Thus must I piece it out; Some two months hence, up higher toward the north

, Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! He first presents his fire; and the high east Rome?

Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. The Tarquin drive, when he was call's a king. Cas. And let us swear our resolution. Speak, strike, redress ! - Am I entreated then Bru. No, not an oath. If not the face of men, To speak, and strike? O Kome! I make thee promise, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse

, If the redress will follow, thou receivest

If these be motives weak, break off' betimes,
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

And every man hence to his idle bed;
Re-enter Lucius.

So let high-sighted tyranny range on:
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

(Knock within. As I am sure they do, bear firo enough

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To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
The melting spirits of women, then, conntrymen,

[Clock strikes.
What need we any spur, but our own cause, Bru. Peace, count the clock !
To prick us to redress ? what other bond,

Cas. The clock hath stricken three.
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Treb. 'Tis time to part.
And will not palter? and what other oath,

Cas. But it is doubtful yet,
Than honesty to honesty engag'd,

Whe'r Caesar will come forth to-day, or no:
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

For he is superstitious grown of late;
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous, Quite from the main opinion he held once
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls of fantasy, of drea is, and ceremonies :
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear It may be, these apparent prodigies,
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
The even virtue of our enterprize,

And the persuasion of his augurers,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, May hold him from the Capitol to-day:
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Dec. Never fear that. If he be so resolv’d,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood, I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,

And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
If he do break the smallest particle

Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?

He says, he does; being then most flattered.
I think he will stand very strong with us.

Let me work;
Casca. Let us not leave him out.

For I can give his humour the true bent :
Cin. No, by no means.

And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Will purchase us a good opinion,

Bru. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
But all be buried in his gravity.

I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with bim; Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
For he will never follow any thing

He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ;
That other men begin.

Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. Then leave him out.

Cas. The morning comes upon us: we'll leave you,
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Caesar? And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember
Cas. Decius, well urg'd:--think it is not meet, What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro-
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Caesar,
Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, Let not our looks put on our purposes;
If he improve them, may well stretch so far, But bear it as our Roman actors do,
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy :
Let Antony, and Caesar, fall together.

And so, good-morrow to you every one!
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassins,

(Exeunt all but Brutus.
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Boy! Lucius! - Fast asleep? It is no matter ;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards:

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.

Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies.
Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
And in the spirit of men there is no blood:

0, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit, Por. Brutus, my lord !
And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,

Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you
Caesar must bleed for it! and, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;

It is not for your health, thus to commit
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning.
Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds:

Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, d you e And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,


Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper, yer 2 Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide them. This shall make

You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
purpose necessary, and not envious:

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
Which so appearing to the common cyes,

And, when I ask'd you what the matter was,
We shall be call'd purgers, uot murderers.

You star'l upon me with angentle looks :
And for Mark Antony, think pot of him;

I urg'd yon further; then you scratch'd your head,
For he can do no more, than Caesar's arm,

And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
When Caesar's head is off.

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
Cas. Yet I do fear him:

But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar, - Gave siga for me to leave you. So I did;

Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
If he love Caesar, all that he can do

Which seem'd too much enkindled; and withal,
Is to himself ; take thought, and die for Caesar; Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
And that were much he should; for he is given Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
To sports, to wildạess, and much company. It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; And, could it work so much upon your shape,

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As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, And I will strive with things impossible;.
He would embrace the means to come by it. Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. Why, so I do. — Good Portia, go to bed ! Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men
Por. Is Brutus sick? and is it physical

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Lig. But are not some whole, that we mast make
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick;

sick? And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caias, To dare the vile contagion of the night?

I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air

To whom it must be done.
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;

Lig. Set on your foot;
You have some sick offence within your mind, And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
Which, l:y the right and virtue of my place,

To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
I ought to know of: and upon my knees

That Brutus leads me on, I charm you, by my once commended beauty, Bru, Follow me then !

(Exeunt. By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one,

SCENE II.-- The same. A room in Caesar's palace

. That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nightWhy you are heavy; and what men to-night

gown. Have had resort to you: for here have been Caes. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace toSome six or seven, who did hide their faces

night: Even from darkness.

Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried ont: Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia!

Help, ho! They murder Caesar. Who's within?
Por, I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus,

Enter a Servant.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Serv. My lord ?
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets

Cues. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
That appertain to you? Am I yourself,

And bring me their opinions of success. But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;

Serv. I will, my lord.


. To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,

Enter CALPHURNIA. And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs Cal. What mean you, Caesar? Think

you Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,

forth? Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.

You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Bru. You are my true and honourable wife; Caes. Caesar shall forth. The things, that threatea'd As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops

me, That visit my sad heart.

Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see Por. If this were true; then should I know this se- The face of Caesar, they are vanished. cret.

Cal. Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,

Yet now they fright me. There is one within, A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:

Besides the things that we have heard and seen, I grant, I am a woman: but, withal,

Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.

A lioness hath whelped in the streets; Think you, I am no stronger, than my sex,


graves have yawn’d, and yielded up their dead: Being so father's, and so husbanded ?

Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them: In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, I have made strong proof of my constancy,

Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol:
Givivg myself a voluntary wound

The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Here, in the thigh. . Can I bear that with patience, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan;
And not my husband's secrets ?

And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets.
Bru. O ye gods,

O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!

And I do fear them.

(Knocking within. Caes. What can be avoided,
Hark, hark! one knocks. Portia, go in a while; Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods?
And by and by thy bosom shall partake

Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these predictions
The secrets of


Are to the world in general, as to Caesar.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,

Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seed;
All the charactery of my sad brows:-

The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Leave me with haste!

[Exit Portia. princes. Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS.

Caes. Cowards die many times before their deaths;
Lucius, who is that, knocks?

The valiant never taste of death but once.
Luc. Here is a sick man, that wonld speak with you. Of all the wonders, that I yet have heard,
Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.- It seems to me most strange, that men should fear;
Boy, stand aside!--Caius Ligarius! how? Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Lig. Vouchsafe good-morrow from a feeble tongue. Will come, when it will come.
Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,

Re-enter a Servant.
To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick! What say the augurers ?
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand

Serv: They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, They could not find a heart within the beast. Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Caes. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Lig. By all the gods, that Romans bow before, Caesar should be a beast without a heart,

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If he should stay at home to-day for fear.

Caes. Welcome, Publius! -
No, Caesar shall not. Danger knows full well, What, Brutus, are you stirr’d so early too? -
That Caesar is more dangerous, than he.

Good-morrow, Casca! - Caius Ligarius,
We were two lions litter'd in one day,

Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy,
And I the elder and more terrible;

As that same ague which hath made you lean.
And Caesar shall go forth.

What is't o'clock?
Cal. Alas, my lord !

Bru. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.

Caes. I thank you for your pains and conrtesy.
Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear,

That keeps you in the house, and not your own.

See! Antony, that revels long o’nights,
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; Is notwithstanding up:
And he shall say, you are not well to-day: Good-morrow, Antony!
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Ant. So to most noble Caesar!
Caes. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;

Caes. Bid then prepare within :
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Enter Decius.

Now, Cinna! - now, Metellus ! what, Trebonius!
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. I have an hour's talk in store for you ;
Dec. Caesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Caesar! Remember, that you call on me to-day:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Be near me, that I may remember you.
Caes. And you are come in very happy time, Treb. Caesar, I will:-- and so near will I be, [-Aside.
To bear my greeting to the senators,

That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:

. Caes. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day. Tell them so, Decius !

And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Caes. Shall Caesar send a lie?

Bru. That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,

The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! (Exeunt.
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth!

SCENE III. - The same. A street near the Capitol.
Decius, go tell them, Caesar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,

Enter ArtemIDORUS, reading u paper.
Lest I be laugh’d at, when I tell them so.

Art. Caesar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of
Caes. The cause is in my will, I will not come;

Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to That is enough to satisfy the senate.

Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus But, for your private satisfaction,

Cinber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hust Because I love you, I will let you know.

wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home : in all these men, and it is bent against Cuesar. If She dreamt to-niglit she saw my statua,

thou be'st not immortal, look about you. Security Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans

thee! Thy lover, Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.

And these does she apply for warnings, portents,

Here will I stand, till Caesar pass along,
And evils imminent; and on her knee

And as a suitor will I give him this.
Hath begg’d, that I will stay at home to-day.

My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;

Out of the teeth of emulation.
It was a vision, fair and fortunale:

If thou read this, o Caesar, thou may'st re!
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,

If not, the fates with traitors do contrive! [Exit.
In which so many smiling Romans bath’d,
Signifies, that from you great Rome shall suck SCENE IV. - The same. Another part of the same
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press

street, before the house of BRUTES.
For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.

Enter Portia and Lucius.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-louse;
Caes. And this way have you well expounded it. Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone!
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: Why dost thou stay ?
And know it now. The senate have concluded Luc. To know my errand, madam!
To give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
If you shall send them word, you will not come, Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Apt to be render’d, for some one to say,

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !

the senate till another time,

I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,

Art thou here yet?
Lo, Caesar is afraid ?

Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear, dear love Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
To your procecding bids me tell you this ; And so return to you, and nothing else?
And reason to my love is liable.

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, Caes. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal- For he went sickly forth : and take good note, phurnia ?

What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
I am ashamed I did yield to them.-

Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Give me my robe, for I will go.

Luc. I hear none, madam.
Enter Publius, Beurts, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Por. Pr’ythee, listen well!
Trebonius, and Cinna.

I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And look where Publius is come to fetch me. And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Pub. Good-morrow, Caesar!

Luc, Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

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