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to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re- Caes. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. (Music.
cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats- Sooth, Caesar!
leather, have gone upon my handy-work.

Caes, Ha! Who calls?
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? | Casca. Bid every noise be still. - Peace yet again!
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

(Music ceases.
2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out thcir shoes, to get Caes. Who is it in the press, that calls on we?
myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
holiday, to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Cry, Caesar: speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he Sooth. Beware the ides of Murch.

Caes. What man is that? What tributaries follow him to Rome,

Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ?

March, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Caes, Set him before me, let me see his face. things!

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon 0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,

Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Caes. What say'st thou to me pow? Speak once
Have you climb'd mp to walls and battlements,

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Caes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him :-pass!
The live-long day, with patient expectation,

(Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and Casi To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? And, when you saw his chariot but appear,

Bru. Not I.
Ilave you not made an universal shout,

Cas. I pray you, do !
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
To hear the replication of your sounds,

of that quick spirit that is in Antony: Made in lier concuve shores?

Let ic not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
And do you now strew flowers in his way, I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? And show of love, as I was wont to have:

You bear too stubborn and too strauge a hand
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Over your friend that loves you.
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Bru. Cassius,
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
Flav, Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, I turn the trouble of my countenance
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Of late, with passions of sonie difference,
Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Conceptions only proper to myself,
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exeunt Cit. Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
See, whe'r their basest metal be not moy'd; But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
Thiey vanish, tongue-tied in their guiltiness. (Among which number, Cassius, be you one;)
Go you down that way towards the Capitol, Nor construe any further my neglect,
This way will I. Disrobe the images,

Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies,

Forgets the shows of love to other men. Mar. May we do so?

Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your pasYou koow, it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let po images

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Be hung with Caesar's trophies. I'll about, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And drive away the vulgar from the streels: Tell nie, good Brutus, can you see your face?
So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees nut itself,
These growing feathers, plack'd from Caesar's wing, But by reflection, by some other things.
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Cus, 'Tis just :
Who else would soar above the view of men, And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
And keep us all in servile fearfuluess. (Exeunt. That you have no such mirrors, as will turn

Your luidden worthiness into your eye,
SCENE II. The same. A public place. That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Enter, in procession, with music, Caesan; ANTONY, Where many of the best respect in Rome,
for the course; Calphurnia, l'ortia, Decius, Cicero, (Except immortal Caesar,) speaking of Brutus,
BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd follow- And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
ing; among them a Soothsuyer.

Have wish'd, that poble Brutus had his eyes.
Caes. Calphurnia,

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
Casca. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks! Music ceases. That you would have me scek into myself
Caes. Calphurnia, -

For that which is not in me?
Cal. llere, my lord !

Cas. Therefore, good Bratus, be prepar'd to hear:
Caes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, And, since you kvor you cannot see yourself
When he doth run his course. - Antonius? So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Ant. Caesar, my lord !

Will modestly discover to yourself
Caes. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, That of yourself which you yet know not of.
To touch Calplıurnia: for our elders say,

And be rot jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
The barren, touched in this holy chase,

Were I a common laugher, or did us Shake off their sterile curse.

To stale with ordinary oaths my love Ant. I shall remember:

To every new protester; if you know, When Caesar says, Do this, it is perforin'd. That I do fawn on men, and hug thein bard,


And after scandal them; or if you know,

Brutus will start a spirit as soon, aš Caesar. [Shout.
That I profess myself in banqueting

Now in the names of all the gods at once,
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,

[Flourish, and shout. That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd: Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Choose Caesar for their king.

When went there by an age, since the great flood, Cas. Ay, do you fear it?

But it was fam'd with more, than with one man?
Then must I think you would not have it so. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well : That her wide walks encompass’d but one man?
But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
What is it that you would impart to me?

When there is in it but one only man.
If it be aught toward the general good,

0! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, There was a Brutus once,

that would have brook'd And I will look on both indifferently:

The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

As easily, as a king,
The name of honour more, than I feir death. Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, What you would work me to, I have some aim:
As well, as I do know your outward favour.

How I have thought of this, and of these times,
Well, honour is the sabject of my story. — I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
I cannot tell, what you and other men

I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Thiuk of this life ; but, for my single self, Be any further mov’d. What you have said,
I had as lief not be, as live to be

I will consider; what you have to say,
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

I will with patience hear : and find a time
I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

Both mcet to hear, and answer, such high things.
We both have fed as well; and we can both Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ;
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

Brutus had rather be a villager,
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

Than to repute himself a son of Rome
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Under these hard conditions as this time
Caesar said to me, Dar'st ihou, Cassius, now Is like to lay upon us.
Leap in with me into this angry flood,

Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
dud swim to yonder point? - Upon the word, Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brntus.
Accouter'd as I was, i plunged in,

Re-enter Caesar, and his train.
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.

Bru. The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
The torrent roar'd; and we did bullet it

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve ;
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,

And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
And stemming it with hearts of controversy. What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,

Bru. I will do so. - But, look you, Cassius,
Caesar cry'd : Ilelp me, Cassius, or I sink. The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

And all the rest look like a chidden train :
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
Did I the tired Caesar: and this man

As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

Being cross’d in conference by some senators.
A wretched crcature, and must bend his body, Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

Caes. Antonius.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Ant. Caesar.
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat;
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake: Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’niglits :
His coward lips did from their colour fly;

Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, He thinks too much : such men are dangerous.
Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan:

Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous;
Ay, and that tongie of his, that bade the Roinans He is a noble Roman, and well given.
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Caes. 'Would he were fatter: - but I fear him nor!
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

I do not know the man I sliould avoid
A man of such a feeble temper should

So soon, as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
So get the start of the majestic worlil,

He is a great observer, and he looks
Aud bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. Quite through the deeds of men:, he loves no plays,
Bru. Another general shout!

As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
I do believe, that these applauses are

Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort,
For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
Cus. Why, man, he doch bestride the narrow world, That could be mov'd to smile fat any thing.
Like a Colossus; and we peity men

Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
Walk under his huge legs, and peop abont Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ;
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

And therefore are they very dangerous.
Men at some time are masters of their fates : I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.
But in ourselves, that we are underlings,

Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Brutus, and Caesar: what should be in that Caesar? And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Why should that name be sounded more theu yours ?

[Exeunt Caesar and his train. Cuesur Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

stays behind. Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, speak with me?

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Bru. Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca?
That Caesar looks so sad.

Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and
Casca. Why, there was a crown ofl'ered him: and your dinner worth the eating.
being oilered him, he put it by with the back of his Cas. Good; I will expect you.
hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Casca. Do so. Farewell, both!

(Exit Carca. Bru. What was the second noise for?

Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be?
Casca. Why, for that too.

He was quick mettle, when he went to school.
Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last cry for?! Cas. Só is he now, in execution
Casca. Why, for that too.


bold or noble enterprize,
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

However he puts on this tardy form.
Cusca. Ay, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
every time gentler, than other; and at every putting Which gives men stomach to digest his words
by, mine honest neighbours shouted,

With better appetite.
Cas. Who offered him the crowy?

Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you:
Casca. Why, Antony.

To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casea ! I will come home to you ; or, if you will,

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Cas. I will do so: - till then, think of the world.
Mark Antony offer him a crown; _yet'twas a crown

\Exit Brutus.
neither,'twas one of these coronets; — and, as I told Well, Bratus, thou art noble; yet, I see,
you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, Thy honourable metal may be wronght
he would fain bave had it. Then he offered it to him from that it is dispos’d: therefore 'tis meet
again : then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, That noble minds keep ever with their likes:
he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then For who so firm, that cannot be sedue'd ?
he offered it the third time; he put it the third time Caesar doth bear me hard: but he loves Brates:
by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,
and clapped their chopped hands, and threw up their He should not humour me. I will this night,
sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking In several hands, in at his windows throw,
breath because Caesar refused the crown, that it had As if they came from several citizens,
almost choked Caesar; for he swooned, and fell down Writings, all tendiog to the great opinion
at it: aud for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely
fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air. Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at:
Cas. But, soft, I pray you: what? did Caesar swoon? And, after this, let Caesar seat him sare;
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam- ['or we shall shake him, or worse days endore.
ed a mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-sickness.
Cas. No, Caesar hath it not; but you, and I.

SCENE III. The sume. A street.
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness. Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides,

Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, 1 Casca, with his sword drawn, and Cicero.
am sure, Caesar fell down. If the tag-rag people did Cic. Good even, Casca : brought you Caesar kome?
not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased, Why are you breathless ? and why stare for so?
and displeased them, as they use to do the players Cusca. Are not you mor'd, when all the

sway in the theatre, I am no true man.

Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Shakes, like a thing upfirm? O, Cicero,

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per- I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
ceiv'd the common kerd was glad he refused the Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered the ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foals,
them his throat to cut. - An I had been a mau of To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds:
any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a Bat never till to-night, never till now,
word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues : Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

and so he fell. When he came to himself again, Either there is a civil strife in heaven;
he said, if he had done or said any thing amiss, he or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. incenses them to send destruction.
Three or four wenches, where I stood, cried : Alas, Cic. Why, såw you any thing more wonderful?
good soul! – and forgave him with all their hearts : Casca. A common slave (you know him well by
but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Caesar sight,)
had stabbed their mothers, tkey would have done Held up his left hand, which did flame, and bart

Like twenty torehes joiu'd; and yet his hand, Bru. And after that, ke came; thus sad, away? Not sepsible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. Casca. Ay.

Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,)
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?

Against the Capitol I met a lion,
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Who glar'd upou me, and went surly by;
Bas. To what effect?

Without annoying me: and there were drawn
Casca. Nay, ao I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you Upon a heap å hundred ghastly women,
i'the face again : but those, that understood him, Transformed with their fear; who swore, they say
smiled at one another, and shook their heads : but. Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets.
for mine owo part, was Greek to me. I could tell And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,
you more news too': Marullus and Flavius, for pul- Even at noon-day, apon the market-place,
ling scarfs of Caesar's images, are put to silence. Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies
Fare you well! There was more foolery yet, if I Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
could remember it.

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If I know this, know all the world besides,
Unto the climate that they point upon.

That part of tyranny that I do bear,
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: I can shake off at pleasure.
Bat men may construe things after their fashion,

Casca. So can I;
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. So every boodman in his own hand bears
Comes Caesar to the Capitol to-morrow?

The power to cancel his captivity.
Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius

Cas. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf,

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Is not to walk in.

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Casca. Farewell, Cicero!

(Exit Cicero. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Enter Cassius.

Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome,
Cas. Who's there?

What rubbish, and what oflal, when it serves
Casca. A Roman.

For the base matter to illuminate
Cas. Casca, by your voice.

So vile a thing as Caesar? But, o grief!
Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this

Before a willing bondman: then I know
Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. My answer must be made: but I am arm’d,
Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? And davgers are to me indillerent.
Cas. Those, that have known the earth sọ full of Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man,

That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand;
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
Submitting me unto the perilous night;

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,

As who goes farthest.
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:

Cas. There's a bargain made.
And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open Now know yon, Casca, I have mov'd already
The breast of heaven, I did present myself Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
Even in the aim and very flash of it.

To undergo with me an enterprize
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the of honourable-dangerous consequence;

And I do know, by this, they stay for me
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

In Pompey's porch; for now, this fearful night,
When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send There is no stir, or walking in the streets;
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

And the complexion of the element
Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand,
That should be in a Roman, you do want,

Most bloody, ficry, and most terrible.
Or else you use not. You look pale, ayd gaze,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,

Enter Cirna.
To see the strange impatience of the heavens : Casca, Stand close awhile, for here comes one in
But if you would consider the true cause,

Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind; He is a friend. - Cinna, where hastc you so ?
Why old men, fools, and children calculate; Cin. To find out you: who's that? Metellus
Why all these things change, from their ordinance, Cimber?
Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find, To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?
That heaven haih infus'd them with these spirits, Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this?
To make them instruments of fear, and warning, There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me!
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night;Cin. Yes,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win
As doth the lion in the Capitol:

The noble Brutus to our party
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

Cas. Be you content! good Cinna, take this paper,
In personal action; yet prodigious grown,

And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are. Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
Casca. 'Tis Caesar that you mean: is it not, Cassius? In at his window: set this up with wax
Cas. Let it be who it is : for Romans now

Upon old Brutus' statue: ali this done,
Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors; Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead, is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Mean to establish Caesar as a king :

Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land,

(Exit Cinna. In every place, save here in Italy.

Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then ; See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius:

is ours already; and the man entire,
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:

Casca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts;
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, And that, which would appear offence in us,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,

Cas. Him, and his worth, and onr great need of him,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

You have right well conceited. Let us go,

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For it is after midnight; and, ere day,

Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Exeunt.

(Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,

I have not slept.
Аст II.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
SCENE I. The same. Brutus's Orchard. And the first motion, all the interim is

Like a phantaswa, or a hideous dream : Bru. what, Lucius! ho!

The genius, and the mortal instruments,
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

Are theu in council; and the state of man,
Give guess how near to day.- Lucius, I say! Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. - The nature of an insurrection.
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What Lucius !

Re-enter Lucius.
Enter Lucius.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,

Who doth desire to see you.
Luc. Callid

you, my
lord ?

Bru. Is he alone?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius :
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.
Luc. I will, my lord,

Bru. Do you know them? (Exit

. Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks, But for the general. He would be crown'd:

That by no means I may discover them How that might change his nature,there's the question. By any mark of favour.

Bru, Let them enter.
It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crowo him?- That;~ Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,

They are the faction. O conspiracy!
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with,

When evils are most free? o, then, by day, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiI have not known when his affections sway'd

racy; More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,

Hide it in smiles, and affability: That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

For if thou path, thy native semblanco on,

Not Erebus itself were dim enough
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face :
But when he once attains the upmost round,

To hide thee from prevention.
He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cisxa, METELLUS CIXLooks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

BER, and TaeBONUS. By which he did ascend: so Caesar may;

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Good-morrow, Brutus! Do we trouble you? Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all nighh

. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Know I these men, that come along with you? Would ron to these, and these extremities:

Cus. Yes, every man of them; and no man here, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

But honours you: and every one doth wish, Which, hatch’d, would, as his kiad, grow mischievous ; Which every noble Roman bears of you.

You had but that opinion of yourself,
And kill him in the shell.

This is Trebonius.
Re-enter Luctus.

Bru. He is welcome hither.
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

Cas. This Decius Brutus..
Searching the window for a flint, I found

Bru. He is welcome too.
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, Cus. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

Bru. They are all welcome! Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March? What watchful cares do interpose themselves Luc. I know not, sir,

Betwixt your eyes and night? Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Cas. Shall I entreat a word? Luc. I will, sir.

(Exit. Dec. Here lies the east; doth not the day breat Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

here? Give so much light, that I may read by them. Casca. No.

(Opens the letter, and reads. Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, Brutus, thou sleep’st ; awake, and see thyself ! That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Shall Rome, etc. Speuk, strike, redress!

Casca. You shall coufess, that you are both deccir'd. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Such 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 etc. Thus must I piece it out; Some two months hence, up higher toward the north, Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! He first presents his fire; avd the high east Rome?

Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Cas. And let us swear our resolution. Speak, strike, redress ! -- Am I entreated then Bru. No, not an oath. If not the face of men, To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, If the redress will follow, thon 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;
Re-enter Lucius.

So let high-sighted tyranay range on
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

(Knock within. As I am sure they do, bear fire enough

(They whisper

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