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To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[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.
Cas. But it is doubtful yet,
Whe'r Caesar will come forth to-day, or no:
For he is superstitious grown of late ;
And the persuasion of his augurers,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :
But, when I tell him, he hates tlatterers,
Let me work;
For I can give his humoor the true bent:
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Bru. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. The morning comes upon us: we'll leave you,
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy :
And so, good-morrow to you every one !
(Exeunt all but Brutus.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies.
Bru. Portia, what mean you ? Wherefore rise you
Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently,
Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper,
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
And, when I ask'd you what the matter was,
I urg'd yon further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your fuot:
Yet I insisted, yüt you answer'd not;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
Which seem'd too much enkindled; and withal,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition, I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
whole. To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Lig. But are not some whole, that we must 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 Caios, 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.
Lig. Set on your foot;
That Brutus leads me on.
Ereunt. By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one,
SCENE II.-- The same. Aroom in Caesar's palace. That
you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nighoWhy you are heavy; and what men to-night
gown. Have had resort to you: for here have been Caes. Nor hearen, 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 out: 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.
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.
Erit. 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 threateo'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.
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 seed, 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, And graves have yawn’d, and yielded up their dead: Being so father'd, 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 : Giving 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 koocks. 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 my heart.
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 seen All the charactery of my sad brows:
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Leave me with haste!
[Exit Portia. princes. Enter Lucics 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 angurers?
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-dog. 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,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
Caes. Welcome, Publius! -
Good-morrow, Casca! - Caius Ligarius,
Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you lean. -
What is't o'clock?
Bru. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight.
Caes. I thank
for your pains and courtesy. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear,
See! Antony, that revels long o’nights,
Ant. So to most noble Caesar!
Caes. Bid then prepare within:
I am to blame to be thus waited for. –
Now, Cinna! - now, Metellus ! — what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Be near me, that I may remember you.
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Caes. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt.
SCENE III. - The same. A street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading u paper.
Art. Caesar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of
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 hast 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 dejend Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
thee! Thy lover, Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
Here will I stand, till Caesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, o Caesar, thou may'st live!
SCENE IV. — The same. 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;
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
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, 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.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Luc. I hear none, madam,
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
(Dies. The Senators and People retire in Ruu hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; Por, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Fly not; stand still!- ambition's debt is paid! 614
(Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Caesar and
the Senutors tuke their seats. Por. Come hither, fellow! Which way hast thou been ?
Dec. Where is Metellas Cimber? Let him go, Sooth. At mine own house, good lady!
And presently prefer his suit to Caesar. Por. What is't o'clock?
Bru. He is address'd: press near, and second hím. Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady!
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Cues. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
And humble heart:-
(Kneeling. I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber! Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, towards him?
Might fire the blood of ordinary men; Sooth. None, that I know will be; much, that I And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree,
Into the law of children. Be not fond fear may chance. Good-morrow to you ! Here the street is narrow :
To think, that Caesar bears such rebel blood, The throng, that follows Caesar at the heels,
That will be thaw'd from the true quality Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked curt’sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Por. I must go in. — Ah me! how weak a thing I spurn thee like a cur out of my way,
Know, Caesar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Caes. What, Brutus !
Cas. Pardun, Caesar! Caesar, pardon! SCENEI. The same. The Cupitol; the Senate As low, as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, sitting.
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. A Crowd of People in the street leading to the Ca Caes. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; pitol; among them ArtemiDORUS, and the Sooth- If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: sayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar, BRUTUS, Cassius, But I am constant as the northern star, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, An-Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, TONY, LEPIDUS, POPilius, Publius, and Others. There is no fellow in the firmament. Caes. The ides of March are come.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, Sooth. Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; Art. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule.
But there's but one in all doth hold his place: Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o’er-read, So, in the world. "Tis furnish'd well with men, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
Aud constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Caesar, – Come to the Capitol!
Caes. Hence! Wilt thoa lift up Olympus?
Caes. Doth not Brutus bootless kncel?
[Casca stabs Caesar in the neck. Caesar catckPop. Fare you well! [ Advances to Caesar.
es hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
several other Conspirators, and at last by
Caes. Et tu, Brute? - Then fall, Caesar!
Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out:
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Casca. Go to the palpit, Brutas!
Dec. And Cassius too!
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Ant. O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cae- Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, sar's
Shrunk to this little measure? - Fare thee well!-
I know not, gentlemen, what yon intend,
If I myself, there is no hour so fit
Cas. And leave us, Publius ! lest that the people, of half that worth as those your swords, made rich
Bru. Do se! — and let no man abide this deed, I do beseech ye, if ye bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke,
Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
The choice and master spirits of this age.
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong, as any man's, hence,
In the disposing of new dignities.
Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd
Why I, that did love Caesar when I struck him,
Have thus proceeded.
Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom.
Let each man reuder me his bloody hand:
First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you;-
Next, Caius Cassins, do I take your hand;
Now, Decius Brutus, yours; - now yours, Metellus;
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel; My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
That I did love thee, Caesar, 0, 'tis true :
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Weeping as fast, as they stream forth thy blood,
it would become me better, than to close The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Thorough the hazards of this untrod state, Pardon me, Julius ! – Here wast thou bay'd, brave, With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson’d in thy lethe.
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
How like a deer, stricken by many priuces,
Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.
Cas. I blame you not for praising Caesar so ;
Welcome, Mark But what compáct mean yon to have with us?
Will you be priek'd in number of our friends ?