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It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
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, &c. 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 callid a king. Speak, 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
Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru.
Is he alone? Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. Bru.
Do you know them? Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their
Let them enter.
[Exit Lucius. They are the faction. O conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspi
Cimber, and TREBONIUS.
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you?
any mark of favour.] Any distinction of countenance. 9 For if thou path, 'thy native semblance on,] If thou walk in thy true form.
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. 0, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de
ceiv'd. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Which is a great way growing on the south, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
"No, not an oath: If not the face of men, &c.) Dr. Warburton would read fate of" men; but his elaborate emendation is, I think, erroneous. The face of men is the countenance, the regard, the esteem of the publick; in other terms, honour and reputation; or the face of men may mean the dejected look of the people.
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,
any promise that hath pass’d from hiin.
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means.
. Till each man drop by lottery.] Perhaps the poet alluded to the custom of decimation, i. e. the selection by lut of every tenth soldier, in a general mutiny, for punishment.
And will not palter ?] And will not shuffle or fly from his engagements.
cautelous,] Is here cautious, sometimes insidious. • The even virtue of our enterprize,] The calm, equable, temperate spirit that actuates us.
Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs
Then leave him out.
opinion,) i. e. character. ?- and envy afterwards :) Envy is here, as almost always in Shakspeare's plays, malice.