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Per. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: And take good note, What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.


Pr'ythee 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 Soothsayer.

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About the ninth hour, lady.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?

Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,

To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar

To be so good to Cesar, as to hear me,

I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

[ward him? Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended toSooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will croud a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.


Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing

The heart of woman is! O Brutus!

The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise !
Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus' hath a suit,

These words Portia addresses to Lucius to deceive him, by

assigning a false cause for her present perturbation.

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That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint:-
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.



SCENE I.-The same.

The Capitol; the senate


A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol;
among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothsayer.

Cas. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,

At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar. Cas. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly. Cas. What, is the fellow mad?


Sirrah, give place.

Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol.

CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the

Senators rise.

Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius?

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Fare you well. [Advances to CÆSAR.

Bru. What said Popilius Lena? Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered.

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him. Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.— Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself.


Cassius, be constant:

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;

For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you,
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.


the Senators take their seats.

[Brutus, CESAR and

Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.


Bru. He is address'd:2 press near, and second him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Cas. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress?

Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [Cæsar, An humble heart:[Kneeling.

Cæs. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men; And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children.3 Be not fond, To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality

With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,

'There is little doubt that we ought to read-Cassius on Cæsar never, &c. He is ready.

3 Turn law and statute into such slight determinations as every start of will would alter.

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Low-crooked curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;


If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.

Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, For the repealing of my banished brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Cæs. What, Brutus !


Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:

As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
Cæs. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality,
There is no fellow in the firmament.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
So, in the world; 'Tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;'
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshak'd of motion: and, that I am he,

Let me a little show it, even in this;

That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cin. O Cæsar,

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Casca. Speak, hands for me.

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the neck.

CASAR catches

hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS.

Cæs. Et tu, Brute?-Then fall, Cæsar.

[Dies. The Senators and People retire in

Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!—
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!

Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.


Bru. Where's Publius?

And Cassius too.

Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing;-Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person,

Nor to no' Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. Bru. Do so;-and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.


Cas. Where's Antony?


Fled to his house amaz'd:

Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run,
As it were dooomsday.


Fates! we will know your pleasures:

That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,
And drawing days out," that men stand upon.


Shakspeare's use of the double negative has been already


[J. CES. 38]

• Amount of days that men, &c.

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