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le is the part of men to fear and tremble, Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna. Cas. You are dull, Casca ; and those sparks of Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one life
in haste. That should be in a Roman, you do want, Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait: Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ? And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, Cin. To find out you : Who's that? Metellus To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Cimber? But if you would consider the true cause,
Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this! Why old men, fools, and children calculate; There's two or three of us have seen strange Why all these things change, from their ordi sights. nance,
Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me. Their natures, and preformed faculties,
Cin. To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, You are. 0, Cassius, if you could but win That heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits, The noble Brutus to our partyTo make them instrume of fear, and warning, Cas. you content: Good Cinna, take this Unto some inonstrous state. Now, could 1, Casca, paper, Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night. And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this As doth the lion in the Capitol :
In at his window set this up with wax A man no mightier than thyself, or me,
Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done, In personal action; yet prodigious grown Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
us. Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean: Is it not, is Decius Brutus, and Trehonins, there? Cassins ?
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors; And so bestow these papers as you bade me. But, wo the while! our fathers' minds are dead, Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ;
[Erit Cinna. Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-mor- See Brutus at his house: three parts of him row
Is ours already; and the man entire, Mean to establish Cæsar as a king :
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, Caeca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts : In every place, save here in Italy.
And that, which would appear offence in iis,
АСТ II. That part of tyranny, that I do bear,
SCENE I. The same. Brutus's Orchard. I can shake off at pleasure. Casca So can I :
Enter Brutus. So every bondman in his own hand bears
Bru. What, Lucius! ho !
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly:He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say: What,
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, 0, grief! When it is lighted, come and call me here. Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this Lu. I will, my lord.
(Erit. Before a willing bondinan: then I know Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, My answer must be made : But I am arm'd, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, And dangers are to me indifferent.
But for the general. He would be crown'd: Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, How that might change bis nature, there's the That is no fleering tell-tale 'Hold my band :
question. Be factions for redress of all these griefs; It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And I will set this fout of mine as far,
And that craves wary walking. Crown hin 1As who goes farthest.
There's a bargain made. And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already That at his will he may do danger with. Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins To undergo, with me, an enterprise
Remorse from power : And to speak truth of Of honourable-dangerous consequence :
Cæsar, And I do know, by this, they stay for me I have not known when his affections sway'd In Pompey's porch; for now, this fearful night, More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, There is no stir, or walking in the streets : That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, And the complexion of the element,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : lo formour''s, like the work we have in hand, But when he once attains the ulmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back, Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
Cimber, and Trebonius. By which he did ascend : So Cæsar may; Cas. I think we are too buld upon your rest; Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you? quarrel
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Know I these men, that come along with you ? Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here Would run to these, and these extremities : But honours you : and every one doth wish, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, You had but that opinion of yourrelf, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis- Which every noble Roman bears of you chievous,
This is Trebonius. And kill him in the shell.
He is welcome bither.
Cas. This, Decius Brutus.
He is welcome too. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Cas. This, Casca;
this, Cinna ; Searching the window for a fiint, I found And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
They are nll welcome It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Betwixt your eyes and night'? Is not to-morrow, boy, the idea of March? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? 1 They whisper Luc. I know not, sir.
Dec. Here lies the east : Doth not the day break Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
here? Luc. I will, sir.
[Exit. Casca. No. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Cin. 0, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray Give so much light, that I may read by them.
lines, (Opens the letter, and reads. That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
deceiv'd. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,
Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Snch 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, &c. Thus, must I piece it ont; Some two months hence, up higher toward the Shall Rome stand under one man's awe ? What! He first presents his fire; and the high east
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one Speak, strike, redress !--Am I entreated
Cas. And let us swear our resolution. To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee
Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, 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 ;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear five enough Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valon
[Knock within. The melting spirits of women; then, countrymer, Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody What need we any spur but our own canse, knocks.
[Exit Lucius. To prick us to redress? what other bond, Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, I have not slept.
And will not palter ? and what other oath, Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Than honesty to honesty engag'd, And the first motion, all the interim is
That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cauteloas, The genius, and the mortal instruments, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls Are then in council ; and the state of man,
'That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain The nature of an insurrection.
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive metal of our spirits,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood, Who doth desire to see you.
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Bru. .
Is he alone? Is guilty of a several bastardy,
Do you know them ? of any promise that bath pass'd from him. Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their Cas. But what of Cicerol Shall we sound him ears,
I think, he will stand very strong with us And half their faces buried in their cloaks, Casca. Let us not leave him out. That by no means I may discover them
No, by no means By any mark of favour
Met. Olet us have him; for his silver hairs Bru.
Let them enter. Will purchase us a good opinion,
(Exit Lucius. And buy men's voices to commend onr deeds: They are the faction. O conspiracy!
It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appest, night,
But all be buried in his gravity. When evils are most free ? O, then, by day, Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with hirs, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough For he will never follow any thing To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, con. That other men begin. spiracy;
Then leave him out. Hide it in smiles, and affability :
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Not Erebus itself were dim enough
Cæsar ? To hide thee from brevention
Cas. Decius, well urg'd :-I think it is not meet,
Mark Antony, 30 well belov'd of Cæsar, Boy! Lucius 1-Fast asleep ?-It is no matter ;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Brutus, my lord ! To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Bru. Portia, what mean you! Wheretore rise Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards : For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
It is not for your health, thus to commit Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Your weak condition to the raw cold morning. We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; Por. Nor for yours neither. You have unAnd in the spirit of men there is no blood : O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, Stole from my bed : And yesternight, at supper,
gently, Brutus, And not dismember Cæsar! Rut, alas,
You suddenly arose, and walk'd aboul, Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Musing, and sighing, with your arms across : Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; And when I ask'd you what the matter was, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, You star'd upon me with ungentle looks: Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds: I urg'd you further : then you scratch'd your And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
head, Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot: . And after seem to chide them. This shall make Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not ; Our purpose necessary, and not envious: But with an angry wafture of your hand, Which so appearing to the common eyes, Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did; We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Fearing to strengthen that impatience, And for Mark Antony, think not of him ; Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, witha., For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm, Hoping it was but an effect of humour, When Cæsar's head is off.
Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Cas.
Yet I do fear him: It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar, And, could it work so much upon your shape; Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: As it hath much prevailid on your condition, If he love Cæsar, all that he can do
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar: Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. And that were much he should ; for he is given Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. To sports, to wildness, and much company. Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; He would embrace the means to come by it. For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Bru. Why, so I do -Good Portia, go to bed.
(Clock strikes. Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical Bru. Peace, count the clock.
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Cas.
The clock hath stricken three of the dank morning ? What is Brutus sick; Treb. 'Tis time to part.
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, Cas.
But it is doubtful yet, To dare the vile contagion of the night! Whe'er Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no : And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air For he is superstitious grown of late ;
To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus ; Quite from the main opinion he held once You have some sick offence within your mind of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies : Which, by the right and virtue of my place, It may be these apparent prodigies,
I ought to know of: And, upon my knees, The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
I charnı you, by my once commcoded beauty, And the persuasion of his augurers,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow May hold him from the Capitol to-lay.
Which did incorporate and make us one, Déc. Never fear that : If he be so resolv'd, That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear, Why you are heavy; and what men to-night That unicorns may be betray'd with trees, Have had resort to you: for here have been And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Lions with toils, and men with flatterers : Even from darkness. But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
Kneel not, gentle Portin. He says, he does; being then most flattered. Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Let me work:
Brutus. For I can give his humour the true bent ; Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Is it expected, I should know no secrets Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. That appertain to you? Am I yourself, Bru. By the eighth hour : Is that the uttermost? But, as it were, in sort, or limitation : Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. To keep with yon at mrals, comfort your hed, Met. Cains Ligarius doth bear Cesar hard, And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey :
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him : Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Por. If this were true, then should I know this And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all re secret. member
I grant, I am a woman : but, withal, What you have said, and show yourselves true A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: Romans.
I grant, I am a woman; but, withal. Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; A woman well reputed ; Cato's daughter. Let not our looks put on our purposes ;
Think you, I am no stronger than my sex, But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Being so father'd, and so husbanded ? With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy : Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them And so, good-morrow to you every one. I have made strong proof of my constancy,
(Exeunt ali but Brutus. I'Giving myself a voluntary wound
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 Cesar! these things are beyond all use, Render me worthy of this noble wife!
And I do fear them. [Knocking within. Cæs.
What can be avoided, Hark, hark ! one knocks : Portia, go in a while ; Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods i And by and by thy bosom shall partake Yet Cæsar shall go forth; for these predictions The secrets of my heart.
Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar. All my engagements I will construe to thee, Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets All the charactery of my sad brows :
(princes. Leave me with haste.
[Exit Portia. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
Cæs. Cowards die many times before their Enter Lucius and Ligarius.
deaths; Lucius, who is that knocks? The valiant never taste of death but once. Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak of all the wonders that I yet have heard, with you:
It seems to me most strange that men should fear Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.- Seeing that death, a necessary end, Boy, stand aside. -Caius Ligarius ! how ? Will come, when it will come. Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble
Re enter a Servant. tongue. Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave
What say the angurers 1 Caius,
Sero. They would not have you to stir forth toTo wear a kerchief? 'Would, you were not sick! day.
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Placking the entrails of an offering forth,
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
Alas, my lord, Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. whole.
Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear, Lig. But are not some whole, that we must That keeps you in the house, and not your own make sick?
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; Bru:. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, And he shall say, you are not well to-day : I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this To whom it must be done.
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; Lig.
Set on your foot ; And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
I come to fetch you to the senate-honse.
A Room in Cæsar's Palace. Cæs. And you are come in very happy time, Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsu, in his To bear my greeting to the senators, Nightgown.
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:
Cannot is false ; and that I dare not, falser; Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius peace tv-night :
Cal. Say, he is sick. Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried ont, Cas.
Shall Cesar send a lie? Help,ho ! they murder Cæsar !-Who's within ? Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, Enter a Servant.
To be afeard to tell gray-beards the truth? Serv. My lord ?
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come. Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some
cause, And bring me their opinions of success. Serv. I will, my lord.
(Exit. Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so
Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come; Enter Calphurnia.
That is enough to satisfy the senate. Cal. What mean you, Cæsar ? Think you to But, for your private satisfaction, walk forth ?
Because I love you, I will let you know; You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: Cæs. Cæsar shall forth: The things that She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, threaten'd me,
Which, like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall Did run pure blood : and many lusty Ronians see
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
And these doth she apply for warnings, portents, Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, And evils imminent; and on her knee Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted; Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. It was a vision, fair and fortunate : A lioness hath whelped in the streets;
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their in which so many smiling Romans batha, dead:
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Reviving blood : and that great men shall press In ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, Whien drizzled 'blood upon the Capitol:
For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognizance
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. The noise of battle hurted in the air,
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can constancy, be strong upon my side!
Seta huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
For he went sickly forth : And take good note,
Luc: I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, listen well;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it froin the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Come hither, fellow : And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Which way bast thou been ?
At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is 't o'clock ?
About the ninth hour, lady What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too Good morrow, Casca.--Caius Ligarius,
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy,
Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar,hast thou not?
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsat
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,
towards him? Is notwithstanding up
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I Good morrow, Antony.
fear may chance. Ant.
So to most noble Cesar. Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: Cas. Bid them prepare within :
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Of sevators, of prætors, common suitors, Now, Cinna :-Now, Metellus :- What, Trebo. Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : I have an hour's talk' in store for you: (nius! I'll get me to a place more void, and there Remember that you call on me to-day ;
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. (Erit, Be near me, that I may remember you.
Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing Treb. Cesar, I will :--and so near will I be, The heart of woman is ? O Brutus! That your best friends shall wish I had been the heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! further.
(Aside. Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine That Cæsar will not grant.-O, I grow faint: with me;
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord ; And we like friends, will straightway go together. Say, I am merry: come to me again, Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, And bring me word what he doth say to thee. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon !
sitting. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of A crowd of People in the Street leading to the Cassius; come not near Casca ; have an eye lo Capitol; among them Artemidorus, and the Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cimber; Decins Brutus loves thee not; thou Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, hast wronged Caius Ligarins. There is but one Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, mind in all these men, and it is bent against and others. Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about Cæs. The ides of March are come. you : Security gives muy to conspiracy. The Sooth. Ay, Cesar; but not gone. mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover
Art. Hail, Cæsar ! Read this schedule.
ARTEMIDORUS. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. And as a suitor will I give him this.
Art. 0,Cæsar,read mine first; for mipe's a suit My heart laments that virtue cannot live
That touches Cæsar nearer : read it, great Cæsar. Out of the teeth of emulation.
Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;
serv'd. If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Erit. Art. Delay not, Cæsar ; read it instantly. SCENE IV.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad ? The same. Another part of the same Street,
Sirrah, give place. before the House of Brutus.
Cæs. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Enter Portia and Lucius.
Come to the Capitol. Por. I prøythee, boy, run to the senate-house,
Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following.
All the Senators rise.
Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive. Luc.
To know my errand, madam. Cas. What enterprise, Popilius? Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Pop. Fare you well. [ Advances to Cesar. Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there. Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?