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Do not go forth to-day; call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house,
And he will say you are not well to-day:
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
Cæf. Mark Anthony shall say I am not well,
And for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Here's Decimus Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cæsar, all hail! good-morrow, worthy Cæfar, I come to fetch you to the Senate-house.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the Senators,
And tell them that I will not come to-day:
Cannot is false, and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day ; tell them fo, Decimus.
Calp. Say he is fick.
Cæs. Shall Cæfar send a lie?
Have I in conquest stretche mine arm so far,
To be afraid to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decimus, go tell them Cæfar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Left I be laught at when I tell them fo.
Cæs. The cause is in my will, I will not come ;
That is enough to satisfie the Senate.
But for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calpburnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt last night she saw my statue, which
Like to a fountain, with an hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe cheir hands in it.
These she applies for warnings and portents
s Of evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
It was a vision fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many Imiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood, and that great men shall press
For tinctures, ftains, relicks, and cognisances.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signify'd.
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say ; And know it now, the Senate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Cæfar. If you shall send then word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Break up the Senate 'till another time, W ben Cæsar's wife spall meet with better dreams : If Celar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid ! Pardon me, Cæfar, for my dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you
this : And reason to my love is liable.
Cæf. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpburnia ! I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go :
Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,
Cinna, and Publius.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub. Good-morrow, Cæfar.
Cæf. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good-morrow, ''Casca : Oh! Caius' Ligarius,
Cæfar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As 9 Casca: Caius
As that same ague which hath made you lean.
What is't a-clock ?
Bru Cæfir, ’ris strucken eight.
Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesie.
See Antony, that revels long a-nights,
Is not withitanding up. Good-morrow, Antony.
Ant. So to molt roble Cæfar.
C&f. Bid them prepare within :
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna, now, Metellus; what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in ttore for you,
Remember that you call on me to-day,
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Treb. Cæfar, I will; and so near will I be, [Aside.
That your best friends shall with I had been further.
Caf. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me, And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæjar, [Aside. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon ! [Exeunt.
The ST RE E T.
Enter Artemidorus reading a paper.
ÆSAR, beware of Brutus, take heed of Caflius,
come not near Casca, bave an eye to Cinna, trust not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber, Decimus Brucus loves tbee not ; thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou beest not immortal, look about thee : fecuá rity gives way to conspiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee!
Thy lover Artemidorus.
Here will I stand, 'till Cefar 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 Cæfar, thou may'st live ;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the Senate-house,
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why doft thou stay?
Luc. To know my errand, Madam.
Per. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou should do there. -
O constancy, be strong upon my side,
Set a huge mountain 'cween my heart and tongue ;
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might:
How hard it is for women to keep counsel !
Art thou here yet?
Luc. Madam, what hould I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And fo return to you, and nothing else?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well,
For he went sickly forth : and take good note,
What Ce ar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Luc. I hear none, Madam.
Por. Prythee liften well:
I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing.
Por. Come hither, fellow, which way hast thou been?
Art. At mine own house, good Lady.
Por. What is't a-clock ?
Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.
Por. Is Cesar yet gone to the Capitol.
Art. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæfar, haft thou not?
Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar
To be so good to Cæfar, as to hear me:
I Thall befeech him to defend himself.
[him? Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds
Art None that I know will be, much that I fear;
Good-morrow to you. Here the street is națrow :
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of Senators, of Prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to deach :
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cafar as he comes along.
Por. I must go in — aye me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Bruins! Brutus !
The heavens spced thee in thine enterprize!
Sure the boy heard me : Brutus hath'a suit
That Cæfar 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. (Exeunt.
A C T III. . S CE N E I.
The Entrance into the Capitol. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Caflius, Casca, Decimus,
Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Scotbsazer.
HE Ides of March are come.
Scoib. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæfar! read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,