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And for Mark Antony, think not of him; For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm When Cæsar's head is off.
Cas. Yet I fear him; For in the ingrafted love he bears to CæsarBru. Alas! good Cassius, do not think of him: If he love Cæsar, all that he can do Is to himself, take thought and die for Cæsar : And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness, and much company.
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die;
Dec. Never fear that: if he be so resolv'd,
For I can give his humour the true bent,
Bru. By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey: I wonder none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by 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's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
Por. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently,
Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed. Por. Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Kneel not, gentle Portia. Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience, Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, And not my husband's secrets ?
Yet now they fright me. There is one within, Bru.
O ye gods ! Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Render me worthy of this noble wife.
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch.
k'nocking within. A lioness hath whelped in the streets; Hark, hark! one knocks. Portia, go in awhile; And graves have yawn'd and yielded up their And by and by thy bosom shall partake
dead; The secrets of my heart.
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, All my engagements I will construe to thee, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, All the charactery of my sad brows.
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol ;
Exit PORTIA. The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the
streets. Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with o Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, you.
310 And I do fear them. Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
What can be avoided Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius ! how?
Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty gods? Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble Yet Cæsar sball go forth; for these predictions tongue.
Are to the world in general as to Cæsar. Bru. O! what a time have you chose out,
Cal. When beggars die there are no comets brave Caius,
seen ; To wear a kerchief. Would you were not sick! The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Lig. I am not sick if Brutus have in hand
princes. Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
Carr. Cowards die many times before their
The valiant never taste of death but once.
It seems to me most strange that men should
fear; Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
What say the augurers ? whole.
Serr. They would not have you to stir forth Lig. But are not some whole that we must
to-day. make sick ? Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius. They could not find a heart within the beast.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, I shall unfold to thee as we are going
Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: To whom it must be done.
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart Lig.
Set on your foot, And with a heart new.fir'd I follow you,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No, Cæsar shall not ; danger knows full well To do I know not what; but it sufficeth
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he :
We are two lions litter'd in one day,
And Cæsar shall go forth. SCENE II.-The Same. CÆSAR's House. Cal.
Alas ! my lord.
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR, in his night-gown.
Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear
That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Cæs. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-bouse, to-night :
And he shall say you are not well to-day: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out,
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. 'Help, ho! they murder Cæsar! Who's within?
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say I am not well; Enter a Serrant.
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Serr. I will, my lord.
Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worth
I come to fetch you to the senate-house. Cal. What mean you, Cæsar ? Think you to Cæs. And you are come in very happy time walk forth?
To bear my greeting to the senators, You shall not stir out of your house to-day. And tell them that I will not come to-dar: Cæs. Cæsar shall forth : the things that Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: threaten'd me
10 I will not come to-day : tell them so, Decius. Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall Cal. Say he is sick.
Shall Cæsar send a lie ! The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far
To be afeard to tell greybeards the truth? 1 Treb. Cæsar, I will: Aside and so near will Decius, go tell them Casar will not come.
I be, Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some that your best friends shall wish I had been cause,
further. Lest I be laughid at when I tell them so.
Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine Cæs. The cause is in my will: I will not come; That is enough to satisfy the senate :
And we, like friends, will straightway go toBut for your private satisfaction,
gether. Because I love you, I will let you know :
Bru. Aside. That every like is not the same, Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
O Cæsar! She dream'd to-night she saw my statua,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon. Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts,
Exeunt, Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it. SCENE III. — The Same. A Street near the Capitol. And these does she apply for warnings and Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper.
portents, And evils imminent; and on her knee
Cæsar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius ; Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
come not near Casca ; hare an eye to Cinna; trust Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius
Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius It was a vision fair and fortunate : Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not im
mortal, look about you : security gives way to conSignifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press spiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! my lover, For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
ARTEMIDORUS. This by Calpurnia's dream is signified.
90 Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along, Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. And as a suitor will I give him this. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation. And know it now: the senate have concluded If thou read this, O Cæsar ! thou may'st live ; To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar. If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. Exit. If you sball send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock SCENE IV.-The Same. Another Part of the same Apt to be render'd, for some one to say
Street, before the House of BRUTUS. • Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better
Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS. dreams.'
Por. I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. *Lo! Cæsar is afraid'!
101 Why dost thou stay? Pardon me, Cæsar ; for my dear dear love
To know my errand, madam. To your proceeding bids me tell you this,
Por. I would have had thee there, and here And reason to my love is liable.
again, Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now, Ere I can tell thee what thou should’st do there. Calpurnia!
O constancy! be strong upon my side; I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and Give me my robe, for I will go :
tongue ; Enter Publius, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METEL
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! LUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA.
Art thou here yet? And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Luc.
Madam, what should I do? Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? Cæs.
Welcome, Publius. And so return to you, and nothing else? What! Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ! 110 Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,
well, Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy
For he went sickly forth; and take good note As that same ague which hath made you lean. What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. What is 't o'clock !
Hark, boy! what noise is that? Bru.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. Luc. I hear none, madam. Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Por.
Prithee, listen well ;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter the Soothsayer.
Bid them prepare within: Por. Come hither, fellow : which way hast I am to blame to be thus waited for.
thou been ? Now, Cinna ; now, Metellus ; what, Trebonius! Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Por. What is 't o'clock ? Remember that you call on me to-day :
About the ninth hour, lady. Be near me, that I may remember you.
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow :
Por. I must go in. Ay me! how weak a thing
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius, be constant:
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Bru. He is address'd; press near and second
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your
Cas. Are we all ready? What is now amiss
SCENE I.-Rome. Before the Capito!; the Senate
A crowd of People; among them ARTEMIDORUS
Cæs. To the Soothsayer. The ides of March are
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
That touches Cæsar nearer. Read it, great
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Come to the Capitol.
Sirrah, give place. 10
CESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest
Fare you well.
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
Caes. I could be well mov'd if I were as you;
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
I fear our purpose is discovered.
Cæs. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus!
Dec. Great Cæsar,-
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Thy brother by decree is banished:
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Caes. What, Brutus!
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel!
Casca. Spcak, hands, for me!
If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony
They stal CÆSAR. May safely come to him, and be resolv'd Cæs. Et tu, Brute! Then fall, Cæsar! Dies. How Cæsar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Cir. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! Mark Antony shall not love Casar dead Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets. So well as Brutus living ; but will follow
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus 'Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement ! 81 | Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
Bru. People and senators, be not affrighted; With all true faith. So says my master Antony. Fly not; stand still ; ambition's debt is paid. Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
I never thought him worse. Dec.
And Cassius too. Tell him, so please him come unto this place, 140 Bru, Where's Publius ?
He shall be satisfied ; and, by my honour,
I'll fetch him presently. Erit. Cæsar's
Bru. I know that we shall have himn well to Should chance
friend. Bru. Talk not of standing. Publius, good Cas. I wish we may: but yet have I a mind cheer ;
That fears him much; and my misgiving still There is no harm intended to your person, 90 Falls shrewdly to the purpose. Nor to no Roman else ; so tell them, Publius. Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the
Re-enter ANTONY. people,
Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Mark Antony.
Bru. Do so; and let no man abide this deed Ant. O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? But we the doers.
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure ? Fare thee well. Re-enter TREBONIUS.
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Cas. Where's Antony ?
Who else must be let blood, who else is rank: Tre.
Fled to his house amaz'd. If I myself, there is no hour so fit Men, wives and children stare, cry out and run As Cæsar's death's hour, nor no instrument As it were doomsday.
Of half that worth as those your swords, made Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures. rich That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time With the most noble blood of all this world. And drawing days out, that men stand upon. 100 I do beseech ye, if you bear me hard,
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
smoke, Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years, So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd I shall not find myself so apt to die : His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, No place will please me so, no mean of death, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood As here by Cæsar, and by you cut off, Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords : The choice and master spirits of this age. Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us. And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Though now we must appear bloody and cruel, Let 's all cry ‘Peace, freedom, and liberty !' 110 As, by our hands and this our present act, Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages You see we do. yet see you but our hands hence
And this the bleeding business they have done : Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful;
Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part, That now on Pompey's basis lies along
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark No worthier than the dust!
Antony : Сая.
So oft as that shall be, Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts So often shall the knot of us be call’d
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in The men that gave their country liberty. With all kind love, good thoughts, an I reverence. Dec. What! shall we forth?
Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any man's Cas.
Ay, every man away: In the disposing of new dignities.
And then we will deliver you the cause
Why I, that did love Cæsar when I struck him,
I doubt not of your wisdom. Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid mekneel; Let each man render me his bloody band : Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ; First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you ; And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say: Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand ; Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest; Now, Decius Brutus, yours; now yours, Metellus; Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving : Yours, Cinna ; and, my valiant Casca, yours ; Say I love Brutus, and I honour him ;
Thongh last, not least in love, yours, good TreSay I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. bunius.