That should be in a Roman, you do want, To monftrous quality; why, you fhall find, A man no mightier than thy felf or me, Cafe. 'Tis Cæfar that you mean; is it not, Caffius? Caf. Let it be who it is: for Romans now Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors; But, woe the while! our fathers minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers spirits: Our yoke and fuff'rance fhew us womanish. Cafe. Indeed, they fay, the Senators to-morrow And he fhall wear his crown by fea, and land, Caf. I know where I will wear this dagger then. Therein, ye Gods, you make the weak moft ftrong; 0 3 Never Never lacks power to difmifs it felf. If I know this; know all the world befides, Cafc. So can I: So every bondman in his own hand bears Caf. And why fhould Cæfar be a tyrant then? So vile a thing as Cefar? But, oh grief! Caf. You speak to Cafea, and to fuch a man, Caf. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Cafca, I have mov'd already Enter Enter Cinna. Cafe. Stand clofe a while, for here comes one in haste. Caf. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gate; He is a friend. Cinna, where hafte you fo? Cin. To find out you: who's that? Metellus Cimber? Cafe. No, it is Cafca, one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not ftaid for, Cinna? Cin. I'm glad on't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have feen ftrange fights. Caf. Am I not ftaid for? tell me. Cin. Yes you are. O Caffius! could you win the noble Brutus Caf. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you fhall find us. Cin. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone Caf. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [Exit Cinna. And that which would appear offence in us, Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Caf. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited; let us go, For it is after mid-night, and ere day We will awake him, and be fure of him. [Exeunt. ACT II. S CENE I. A Garden belonging to Brutus. Enter Brutus. HAT, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Luc. Call'd you, my Lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my ftudy, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my Lord. Bru. It must be by his death: and for my part, I know no perfonal caufe to fpurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd [Exit. How that might change his nature, there's the queftion. Then, Then, left he may, prevent. And fince the quarrel Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and thefe extremities: Which hatch'd would, as his kind, grow mischievous: And kill him in the fhell. Enter Lucius. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir: [Gives him a letter. 2 Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, [Exit. [Opens the letter, and reads. Give fo much light, that I may read by them. Brutus, thou sleep'ft; awake, and fee thy felf: Shall Rome Brutus, thou sleep'ft: awake. Such inftigations have been often dropt, Where I have took them up: Shall Rome-thus muft I piece it out, Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe? what, Rome? My ancestors did from the ftreets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a King. Speak, ftrike, redrefs. -am I entreated then To fpeak, and ftrike? O Rome! I make thee promife, If the redrefs will follow, thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. Enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, March is wafted 3 'fourteen days. [Knock within: Bru. 2 first...eld edit. Warb. emend. 3 fifteen...old edit. Theob. emend |