Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate, fome body knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Caffius firft did whet me against Cæfar, I have not flept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing, Enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Caffius at the door, Who doth defire to fee 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. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction. O Confpiracy! [Exit Lucius. Sham'st thou to fhew thy dang'rous brow by night, When evils are most free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, To mask thy monftrous vifage? feek none, Confpiracy, Hide it in fmiles and affability: For if thou march, thy native femblance on, Not Erebus it felf were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter Caffius, Cafca, Decimus, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius. Caf. I think we are too bold upon your reft; Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you? Bru. Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I thefe men that come along with you? [Afide. Caf. Yes, every man of them; and no man here Bru. He is welcome hither. Caf. This, Cafca; this, Cinna ; Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Caf. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Dec. Here lyes the Eaft: doth not the day break here? Cafc. No. Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth, and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are meffengers of day. Cafe. You fhall confefs that you are both deceiv'd: Here, as I point my fword, the fun arifes, Which is a great way growing on the South, Some two months hence, up higher toward the North Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: if that the face of men, What What need we any fpur but our own cause, That this fhall be, or we will fall for it? Nor th' infuppreffive mettle of our fpirits, If he doth break the smallest particle Caf. But what of Cicero? fhall we found him? Cin. No, by no means. Met. O let us have him, for his filver hairs And buy mens voices to commend our deeds: 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 fo well belov'd of Cafar Should out-live Cafar: we fhall find of him 4 Did 5 A This line to Cafea in former editions. A fhrewd contriver. And you know, his means, Let Antony and Cæfar fall together. Bru. Our course will feem too bloody, Caius Caffius, Let us be facrificers, but not butchers: Caf. Yet I do fear him ; For the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar Bru. Alas, good Caffius, do not think of him: Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæfar. Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die, Caf. The clock hath ftricken three. Treb. 'Tis time to part. Caf. Caf. But it is doubtful yet, If Cafar will come forth to-day, or no: Dec. Never fear that; if he be fo refolv'd, For I can give his humour the true bent; Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: Caf. The morning comes upon's; we'll leave you, Brutus ; And, friends! difperfe your felves; but all remember What you have faid, and fhew your felves 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, With untir'd spirits, and formal conftancy; Exeunt. Manet |