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Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate, some body knocks.

[Exit Lucius.
Since Caffius first did whet me against Cæfar,
I have not Nept.-
Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the firft motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The Genius and the mortal inftruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

Enter Lucius.
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.

Bru. Is he alone ?
Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.
Bru. Do you know them?

Luc. No, Sir, their hats are pluckt about their ears,
And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour.
Brú. Let them enter,

[Exit Lucius. They are the faction. O Conspiracy! Sham'it thou to sew thy dang'rous brow by night, When evils are most free? O chen, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, To mask thy monstrous visage? seek none, Conspiracy, Hide it in fmiles and affability : For if thou march, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus it self were dim enough To hide thee from prevention.

SC EN E II. Enter Caffius, Casca, Decimus, Cinna, Metellus,

and Trebonius. Caf. I think we are too bold upon your rest Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?


Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you? [Afde.

Caf. Yes, every man of them; and no man here
But honours you: and every one doth wish
You had but that opinion of your felf,
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

Bru. He is welcome hither.
Caf. This, Decimus Brutus,
Bru. He is welcome too.

Caf. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
And this Metellus Cimber.

Bru. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
Caf. Shall I entreat a word ?

[They wbijper. Dec. Here lyes the East: doth not the day break here? Casc. No.

Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth, and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Casc. You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd :
Here, as I point my sword, the fun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the South,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the North
He first presents his fire, and the high Eaft
Stands as the Capitol, directly here.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Caf. And let us fwear our resolution.

Bru. No, not an oath : if that the face of men,
The sufferance of our fouls, the time's abuse,
If there be motives weak, break off betimes,
And ev'ry man hence to his idle bed :
So let high-fighted tyranny range on,
'Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen,


What need we any spur but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond,
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter ? and what other oath,
Than honesty to honesty engag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs: unto bad caules, swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprize,
Nor th' insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think, that or our cause, or our performance,
• 'Doch need an oath : when ev'ry drop of blood
That ev'ry Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he doch break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath paft from him.

Cas. But what of Cicero? shall we found him ?
I think he will stand very strong with us.

Casc. Let us not leave him out.
Cin. No, by no means.

Met. O let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy mens voices to commend our deeds:
It shall be laid, his judgment ruld our hands ;
Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
Buc all be buried in his gravity.

Bru. O name him not : let us not break with him,
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.

Caf. Then leave him out.

s Dec. Indeed, he is not fit. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cæfar ?

Caf. Decimus, well urg'd: I think it is not meet, Mark Antony so well belov’d of Cæfar Should out-live Cæfar: we shall find of him

A 5 This line to Cafea in former editions.

4 Did

A shrewd contriver. And you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far
As to annoy us all ; which to prevent,
Let Antony and Cæfar fall together.

Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cafius,
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards:
For Antony is but a limb of Cæfar.
Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers :
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæfar,
And in the spirit of man there is no blood :
O that we then could come by Cafar's spirit,
And not dismember Cæfar! but, alas!
Cæfar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the Gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide them. This Thall make
Our purpose necessary, and not envious :
Which lo appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be called purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ;
For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
When Cæsar's head is off.

Caf. Yet I do fear him ;
For the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar

Bru. Alas, good Casius, do not think of him :
If he love Cesar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæfar.
And that were much he Thould; for he is giv'n
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die,
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. (Clock strikes.

Bru. Peace, count the clock.
Cal. The clock hath stricken three.
Treb. 'Tis time to part.


Caf. But it is doubtful yet,
If César will come forth to-day, or no:
For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasies, of dreams, and ceremonies :
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

Dec. Never fear that ; if he be so resolv'd,
I can o'er-sway him ; for he loves to hear
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with Aatterers :
But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
He says he does ; being then most flattered.
Leave me to work ;
For I can give his humour the true bent ;
And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Bru. By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
Cin. Be that the uttermoft, and fail not then.

Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hatred,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
I wonder none of you have thought of him.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him :
He loves me well ; and I have giv'n him reasons ;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Caf. The morning comes upon's; we'll leave you, Brutus ; And, friends! disperse your felves; but all remember What you have said, and shew your selves true Romans.

Bru. Good Gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes, But bear it as our Roman actors do, Wich untir'd spirits, and formal constancy ; And so good-morrow to you every one. [Excunt.


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