« PreviousContinue »
For, I believe, they are portentous things
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear,
The power to cancel his captivity.
Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
(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
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Caesar? But, o grief!
Before a willing bondman: then I know
That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand;
And I will set this foot of mine as far,
As who goes farthest.
Cas. There's a bargain made.
To undergo with me an enterprize
And I do know, by this, they stay for me
And the complexion of the element
Most bloody, ficry, and most terrible.
Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
The noble Brutus to our party –
Cas. Be you content! good Cinna, take this paper,
And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,
Upon old Brutus' statue: ali this done,
Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
[Exit Cinna. In every place, save here in Italy.
Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
Casca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts;
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
you, my lord ?
For it is after midnight; and, ere day,
To We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Exeunt.
(Exit Lucius. Th Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
Th SCENE I. The same. Brutus's Orchard. And the first motion, all the interim is
Th I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Are theu in council; and the state of man,
Sw Give guess how near to day.-- Lucius, I say! Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Olc I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- The nature of an insurrection.
Th When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say! What Lucias! I
No Luc. Callid Bru. Is he alone?
Те Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius :
Di When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.
TH Luc. I will, my lord,
Bru. Do you know theni? [Exit.
Is Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
IT I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
0 How that might change his nature, there's the question. By any mark of favour.
Bru. Let them enter.
They are the faction. O conspiracy !
When evils are most free? o, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Remorse from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek vonë, 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
To hide thee from prevention.
Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinsa, METELLUS CIXLooks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
BER, and TREBONIUS, By which he did ascend: so Caesar may;
Cus. 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 night
. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Know I these men, that come along with you? Would run to these, and these extremities:
Cus. Yes, every man of them; and no man bere, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
But honours you: and every one doth wish, Which, hatch’d, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Which every noble Roman bears of you.
You had but that opinion of yourself,
This is Trebonius.
Bru. He is welcome hither,
13. 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, Ciana; It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. They are all welcome!
Betwixt your eyes and night?
(Exit. Dec. Here lies the east; doth not the day break
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 thy self ! That free the clouds, are messengers of day. Shall Rome, etc. Speuk, strike, redress!
Casca. You shall confess, that you are both decir'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; and 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's 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 Kome! I make thee 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,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on:
(Knock within. As I am sure they do, bear firo enough
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
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 :
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Let me work;
For I can give his humour 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,
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
It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning.
Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, d you e And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stole from my bed : and yesternight, at supper, yer 2 Stir up their servants to an act of rage, And after seem to chide them. This shall make
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
And, when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You star'l upon me with angentle looks :
I urg'd yon further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
Yet I insisted, yet 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!
sick? And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caias, 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;
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on, I charm you, by my once commended beauty, Bru, Follow me then !
(Exeunt. By all your vows of love, and that great vow Which did incorporate and make us one,
SCENE II.-- The same. A room in Caesar's palace
. That you unfold to me, yourself, your half, Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nightWhy you are heavy; and what men to-night
gown. Have had resort to you: for here have been Caes. Nor heaven, 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 ont: Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia!
Help, ho! They murder Caesar. Who's within?
Enter a Servant.
Cues. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success. But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;
Serv. I will, my lord.
. 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 threatea'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. cret.
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 seen, 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,
graves have yawn’d, and yielded up their dead: Being so father's, 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:
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets.
O Caesar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
(Knocking within. Caes. What can be avoided,
Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Caesar.
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seed;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of Leave me with haste!
[Exit Portia. princes. Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS.
Caes. Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Re-enter a Servant.
Serv: They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
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 you for your pains and conrtesy.
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!
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 hust 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 defend 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.
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, o Caesar, thou may'st re!
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive! [Exit.
street, before the house of BRUTES.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-louse;
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
Art thou here yet?
Luc. Madam, what should I do?
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.