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ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, Triumvirs after the Death



of Julius Cæsar.


VOLUMNIUS; Friends to Brutús and Cassius. CASSIUS,


NIUS; Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,

Conspirators against PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,

Julius Cæsar. DECIUS BRUTUS,

CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar.

PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.



SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? Enter FLAVIUS, MARullus, and a Rabble of Citi You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless


0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft, home;

Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

Your infants in your arms, and there have sat U pon a laboring day, without the sign

The live-long day, with patient expectation, of your profession ?-Speak, what trade art thou ?

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

And when you saw his chariot but appear, Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?

Have you not made an universal shout, What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?

That 'Tyber trembled underneath her banks, You, sir; what trade are you?

To hear the replication of your sounds 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, Made in her concave shores? I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

And do you now put on your best attire ? Mar. But what trade ari thou? Answer me di- And do you now cull out a holiday? rectly.

And do you now strew flowers in his way, 2 l'it. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? a safe consience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender

Begone; of bad soles. Mar. What trade, thou knave ? thou naughty Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, knave, what trade?

That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 . Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault, me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

Assemble all the poor men of your sort;' Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears thou saucy fellow?

Into the channel, till the lowest stream 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ?

[E.reunt Citizens. 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor

women's They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon

Go you down that way towards the Capitol; to old shoes ; when they are in great danger, I re

This way will I: Disrobe the images, cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon

If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. neat's leather, have gone upon my handy-work. Mar. May we do so?

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?

Flav. It is no matter; let no images 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make

And drive away the vulgar from the streets : holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,

he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome,

1 Rank.

Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear: Who else would soar above the view of men, And since you know you cannot see yourself And keep us all in servile tearfulness. [Exeunt. So well as by reflection, I, your glass, SCENE II.-A public Place.

Will modestly discover to yourself

That of yourself which you yet know not of. Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR, ANTONY,

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: for the Course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECICS,

Were I a common laugher, or did use CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca; a great To stalet with ordinary oaths my love Crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.

To every new protester; i? you know Cas. Calphurnia,

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Casca.

Peace, ho: Casar speaks. And after scandal them; or if you know

[Music ceases. That I profess myself in banqueting Cæs.

Calphurnia,- To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Cal. Here, my lord.

(Flourish and Shout. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the When he doth run his course.2-Antonius,

people Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

Choose Cæsar for their king. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,


Ay, do you fear it? To touch Calphurnia: for our elders say,

Then must I think you would not have it so. The barren, touched in this holy chase,

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well: Shake off their sterile curse.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Ant.

I shall remember: What is it that you would impart to me?
When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd.

If it be aught toward the general good,
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. (Music. Set honor in one eye, and death i' the other,
Sooth. Cæsar.

And I will look on both inditlerently:
Cæs. Ha! who calls?

For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Casca. Bid every noise be still :—Peace yet again. The name of honor more than I fear death.

[Music ceuses.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus
Cæs. Who is it in the press,3 that calls on me? As well as I do know your outward favor
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Well, honor is the subject of my story.-
Cry, Cesar: Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. I cannot tell, what you and other men
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Think of this lite; but, for my single self,

What man is that? I had as lief not be, as live to be Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of In awe of such a thing as I myself. March.

I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. We both have fed as well: and we can both

Cus. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. Cæsar.

For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak The troubled Tyber chating with her shores, once again.

Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now,
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Leap in with me into this angry flood,
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. And swim to yonder point? Upon the word,

(Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas. Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
Bru. Not I.

The torrent roar’d; and we did builet it Cas. I pray you, do.

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part And stemming it with hearts of controversy. of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

But ere we could arrive the point Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires :

Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink
I'll leave you.

I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Ty ber, And show of love, as I was wont to have:

Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Is now become a god; and Cassius is Over your friend that loves you.

A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Bru.


If Cæsar carclessly but nod on him. Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,

He had a fever when he was in Spain, I turn the trouble of my countenance

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake : of late, with passions of some difference,

His coward lips did from their color tly; Conceptions only proper to myself,

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors :

Did lose his lustre: I did hear him gro:in: But let not therefore my good friends be grieved; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans (Among which number, Cassius, be you one;) Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Nor construe any further my neglect,

Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Forgets the shows of love to other men.

A man of such a feeble temperi should Cus. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your So get the start of the majestic world, passion,

And bear the palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish. By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Bru. Another general shout! Thoughts, of great value, worthy cogitations. I do believe, that these applauses are Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face ? For some new honors that are heap'd on Cæsar. Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself,

Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow But by reflection, by some other things.

Like a Colossus; and we petty men Cas. 'Tis just:

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Where many of the best respect in Rome,

Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Caesar? (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, And groaning underneath this age's yoke,

Write them together, yours is as fair a naine; Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with the mus Cassius,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. (Short: That you would have me seek into myself

Now in the names of all the gods at once, For that which is not in me?

Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, ? A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia.

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed: * Crowd. 4 Flourish of instruments.

Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! 3 The nature of your feelings.

6 Make common. * Temperament, constitution


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When went there by an age, since the great flood, Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the man.
But it was fam'd with more than with one man? ner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it.
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, I saw Mark Antony ofler him a crown;-yet 'twas
That her wide walks encompassd but one man? not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets;
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

-and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for all When there is in it but one only man.

that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. 0! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd again; but, to my thinking, he was very loath to The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the As easily as a king.

third time; he put it the third time by: and still as Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; he refused'it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped What you would work me to, I have some aim ;8 their chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty How I have thought of this, and of these times, night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

breath because Casar refused the crown, that it I would not, so with love I might entreat you, had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell Be any further mov'd. What you have said, down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not I will consider; what you have to say,

laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving I will with patience hear: and find a time

the bad air. Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Cas. But soft, I pray you: What! did Cæsar Till then, my noble friend, chew% upon this;

swoon? Brutus had rather be a villager,

Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and Than to repute himself a son of Rome

foamed at mouth, and was speechless. Under these hard conditions as this time

Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness. Is like to lay upon us.

Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I, Cas. I am glad that my weak words

And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but,

I am sure Cæsar iell down. If the tag-rag people
Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train.

did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he Bru. The games are done, and Cæsaris returning. pleased, and displeased them, as they used to do the

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; players in the theatre, I am no true man. And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perBru. I will do so :-But look you, Cassius, ceived the common herd was glad he refused the The angry spot doth glow on Casar's brow, crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and oflered And all the rest look like a chidden train:

them his throat to cut.-An I had been a man of Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero

any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a Looks with such ferret' and such fiery eyes, word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues: As we have seen him in the Capitol,

-and so he fell. When he came to himself again, Being cross'd in conference by some senators. he said, If he had done, or said, anything amiss, hé

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. desired their worships to think it was his intirmity.
Cæs. Antonius,

Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas,
Ant. Cæsar,-

good soul!--and torgave him with all their hearts:
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; But there's no heed to be taken of them; if Casar
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights: had stabbed their mothers, they would have done
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away?

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar. he's not dangerous; Casca. Ay.
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cas. Did Cicero say any thing!
Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not: Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Yet if my name were liable to fear,

Cas. To what effect?
I do not know the man I should avoid

Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; i' the face again: But those that understood him, He is a great observer, and he looks

smiled at one another, and shook their heads; but, Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:

you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.

could remember it. Such men as he be never at heart's ease,

Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Casca. No, I am promised forth.
And therefore are they very dangerous.

Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
I rather tell thee what is to be feard,

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.

your dinner worth the cating. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

Cas. Good: I will expect you. And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

Casca. Do so: Farewell bóin. [Exit Casca. (Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. CASCA Bru. What a blunt fellow this is grown to be; stays behind.

He was quick mettle, when he went to school.
Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you Cas. So is he now, in execution
speak with me?

Of any bold or noble enterprise,
Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanced to-day, However he puts on this tardy form.
That Cæsar looks so sad.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Which gives men stomach to digest his words
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath With better appetite.

Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: and To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his I will come home to you; or, if you will,
hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Brú. What was the second noise for?

Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world. Casca. Why, for that too.

[Exit BRUTU8. Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last Well Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,

Thy honorable metal may be wrought Casca. Why, for that too.

From that it is dispos'd :2 Therefore, 'tis meet Bru. Was the crown offered him thrice?

That noble minds keep ever with their likes: Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ? every time gentler than other; and at every putting Cæsar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus : by, mine honest neighbors shouted.

If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, Cas. Who offered him the crown?

He should not humor me. I will this night, Casca. Why, Antony.

In several hands, in at his windows throw, Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. As if they came from several citizens, # Guess. • Ruminate. "A ferret has red eyes.

· Disposed to.

a Cojole.

cry for?


Writings all tending to the great opinion

That heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits, That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely To make them instruments of fear and warning, Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at:

Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure;

Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night; For we will shake him, or worse days endure. That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars

[Exit. As doth the lion in the Capitol:

A man no mightier than thyself, or me,
SCENE III.-A Street.

In personal action; yet prodigious grown,
Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
sides, Casca, with his Sword drawn, and CICERO. Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean: Is it not,
Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar home?

Cassius? Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ?

Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Casca. Are not you mov’d, when all the sway Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors; of earth

But woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; have seen tempests when the scolding winds Our yoke and sufferance show us womanísh. Have rived the knotty oaks; and I have seen Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,

Mean to establish Cæsar as a king: To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds:

And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, But never till to-night, never till now,

In every place, sa ve here in Italy, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then: Either there is a civil strife in heaven;

Cassins from bondage will deliver Cassius: Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Incenses them to send destruction.

Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Casca. A common slave (you know him well by Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,

Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Like twenty torches join'd: and yet his hand, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.

If I know this, know all the world besides,
Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,)

That part of tyranny that I do bear, Against the Capitol I met a lion,

I can shake oti at pleasure. Who glared upon me, and went surly by,


So can I: Without annoying me; and there were drawn So every bondman in his own hand bears Upon a heap, a hundred ghastly women,

The power to cancel his captivity. Transformed with their fear; who swore, they saw

Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then? Men, all on fire, walk up and down the streets.

Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf, And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,

But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,
Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies

Those that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,

Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome, These are their reasons,—They are natural ;

What rubbish, and what oflal, when it serves For, I believe, they are portentous things

For the base matter to illuininate Unto the climate that they point upon.

So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O grief! Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:

Where hast thou led me! I, perhaps, speak this But men may construe things after their fashion,

Before a willing bondman: then I know Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. My answer must be made : But I am arm’d, Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?

And dangers are to me indiflerent. Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow.

That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand: Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky

Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
Is not to walk in.

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
Farewell, Cicero.

As who goes farthest.

There's a bargain made.

Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Cas. Who's there?

Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
A Roman.

To undergo with me an enterprise

Casca, by your voice of honorable-dangerous consequence; Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is And I do know, by this, they stay for me this?

In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night, Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. There is no stir, or walking in the streets; Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ?

And the complexion of the element Cas. Those that have known the earth so full

Is favor’d, like the work we have in hand, of faults.

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,

Enter CINNA. Submitting me unto the perilous night,

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,

in haste. Have bared my bosom to the thunder-storm;

Cos. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ? The breast of heaven, I did present myself

Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Even in the aim and very flash of it.

Cimber? Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate the heavens?

To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this! When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? tell me. Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of Cin. life

You are. 0, Cassius, if you could but win That should be in a Roman, you do want,

The noble Brutus to our party Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, Cas. Be you content: GoodČinna, take this paper, And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, And look you, lay it in the prætor's chair, To see the strange impatience of the heavens: Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this But if you would consider the true cause,

In at his window: set this up with wax Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done, Why bird: and beasts, from quality and kind;4 Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us: Why old men, fools, and children calculate: Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there! Why all these things change, from their ordinance, Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone Their natures and pre-formed faculties,

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, And so bestow these papers as you bade me. • Why they deviate from quality and nature.

• Muscles.

• Deer.

1 Appears



Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. His countenance, like richest alchymy,

(Exit CINNA. Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,

Cus. Him, and his worth, and our great need of See Brutus at his house: three parts of him

him, Is ours already; and the man entire,

You have right well conceited. Let us go, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. For it is after midnight; and, ere day,

Casca. 0, he sits high, in all the people's hearts: We will awake him, and be sure of him. And that which would appear oflence in us,



SCENE I.-Brutus's Orchard.

Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody Enter BRUTUS.


[Exit Lucius. Bru. What, Lucius! hol

Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

I have not slept.
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,
Luc. Call’d you, my lord ?

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:

The nature of an insurrection.
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my lord.


Re-enter LUCIUS. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

Who doth desire to see you. But for the general. He would be crowned :


Is he alone? How that might change his nature, there's the Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. question.


Do you know them? It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?

ears, That:

And half their faces buried in their cloaks, And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

That by no means I may discover them That at his will he may do danger with.

By any mark of favor.3 The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins


Let them enter. Remorses from power: And, to speak truth of

[Exit Lucius. Cæsar,

They are the faction. O conspiracy! I have not known when his affection sway'd Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof9

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

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

spiracy; He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Hide it in smiles, and affability :
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees! For if thou path thy native semblance on,
By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may:

Not Erebusi itself were dim enough
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel To hide thee from prevention.
Will bear no color for the thing he is,

Enter Cassics, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

CIMBER, and TREBON!US. Would run to these, and these extremities:

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you? Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis

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

Know I these men, that come along with you? And kill him in the shell.

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here, Re-enter LUCIUS.

But honors you: and every one doth wish, Luc. The ta per burneth in your closet, sir.

You had but that opinion of yourself, Searching the window for a flint, I found

Which every noble Roman bears of you. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,

This is Trebonius. It did not lie there when I went to bed.


He is welcome hither. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

Cas. This, Decius Brutus.

Bru. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

He is welcome too. Luc. I know not, sir.

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. And this, Metellus Cimber.
Luc. I will, sir.


They are all welcome. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, What watchful cares do interpose themselves Gives so much light, that I may read by them. Betwixt your eyes and night?

[Opens the Letter, and reads. Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? {They whisper. Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake, and see thyself.

Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!

here? Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake

Casca. No. Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Cin. 0, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, Where I have took them up.

That fret ihe clouds, are messengers of day. Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out;

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deShall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!

ceiv'd. Rome?

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; My ancestors did from the streets of Rome Which is a great way growing on the south, The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Weighing the youthful season of the year. Speak, strike, redress '-Am I entreated then Some two months hence,up higher toward the north To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thoe He first presents his fire; and the high east promise,

Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. If the redress will follow, thou receivest

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Re-enter LUCIUS.

Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men,

The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,Luc. Sir, March has wasted fourteen days.

9 Vision.

: Countenance. (Knock within. • Walk in thy true form.

• Hell. • Pity, tenderness. • Experience.

* Low steps.

• Perbaps Shakspoare wrote faith.


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