Elfe I confess that I am guilty too: If he loves CÆSAR, all that he can do Is to be griev'd, and pine away for CÆSAR: There is no fear of him; let him not die; DECIMUS BRUTUS, But hold, how late's the Night? BRUTUS. 'Tis five, at least, CASSIUS. O how I long to welcome the Eighth Hour, DECIMUS BRUTUS. 'Tis time to part, left at our feveral Homes We fhould be mifs'd too long. CASSIUS. But what if CÆSAR Should forbear coming to the Capitol ? Yet the most wise and brave must yield to Custom. DE DECIMUS BRUTUS. Never doubt that: And tho' he were refolv'd, If CÆSAR stay at home because it thunders, He'll laugh, yet fear he shall be thought afraid. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. CASSIUS. Then let us be difpers'd, like foggy Clouds, BRUTUS. Friends, farewell. Only remember that we all are Romans; That Thought will keep up our exalted Spirits. [Exeunt Confpirators, Manet BRUTUS. Enter PORTIA undrefs'd, as new rifen from Bed. PORTIA. BRUTUS! my Lord, where are you? BRUTUS. What, my PORTIA ! Why Why do you thus expose your tender Health? PORTIA. Can I confider Health, without your Love? BRUTUS. Chide not too much, my PORTIA; and yet Stands hov'ring over us amidst our Pleasure, PORTIA. But Life is fhort; O why fhould we mifpend it? Are oft but Complement, compar'd with Love, BRUTUS. Dear PORTIA, now you but disturb my Thoughts, POR PORTIA. Can mine be easy then? 'tis no small thing Can vex your even Mind, and make you froward, Turning from the is Restleffness indeed; PORTIA. Oh, preach Content to one upon a Rack, My Soul is fo perplex'd with Fears for you, BRUTUS. Retire, retire; talking fo tenderly, You, like officious and condoling Friends, POR PORTIA. Alas! You would not use it now, if ftill you lov'd. BRUTUS. What means my PORTIA ? PORTIA. BRUTUS unjust! Oh, 'tis a Wonder, which your very Foes Am I but only Partner of your Pleasures? To lose that Truft, which always follows Kindness. BRUTUS. In this you wrong me, PORTIA. PORTIA. Would I did: |