Our even Souls, without one doubtful start. What Roman dares be base in such a business? Reckon his Guilt, and Shame, he ventures more Than if he did attempt ten Thousand Tyrants. CASSIUS. But what of CICERO? Shall we found him? TREBONIUS. No need of that, now BRUTUS is engag'd. BRUTUS. I know him well, believe him juft and wife; DECIUS BRUTUS. But ANTONY, fo well belov'd by CÆSAR, TREBONIUS. DECIUS, well urg'd; ANTONIUS must die, BRUTUS. O, by no means, our courfe will feem too bloody, To cut the Head off, and then hack the Limbs : 'Twill look like Anger, nay like Envy too; Yet, gentle Friends! Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Our Hearts fhould melt, like those of tender Parents, Correct offending Children with Remorse, TREBONIUS. But yet I fear him: For he loves CÆSAR, and is most audacious. BRUTUS. I hope that loving CESAR is no Fault; Elfe Elfe I confess that I am guilty too: If he loves CESAR, 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 several Homes We fhould be mifs'd too long. CASSIUS. But what if CÆSAR Should forbear coming to the Capitol ? D Ee DECIMUS BRUTUS. Never doubt that: And tho' he were refolv'd, 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, SCENE III. Enter PORTIA undrefs'd, as new rifen from Bed. PORTIA. BRUTUS! my Lord, where are you? BRUTUS. What, my PORTIA ! 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 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 difturb my Thoughts, POR |