TREBONIUS. What a Night is this! There's two or three of us have seen ftrange Sights! CASSIUS. Well, let 'em fee them. Tell me, am I staid for? TREBONIUS. You are. O CASSIUS, if you could prevail with BRUTUS; He, as a Band, would tye our Party ftrong. CASCA. Why is not BRUTUS one? I thought him fure. CASSIUS. Be you content. TREBONIUS, take this Scrole, Where BRUTUS needs must find it; then, throw this Repair to POMPEY'S Porch, where you shall find us TREBONIUS. All, all are there, except METELLUS CIMBER; CASSIUS. CASSIUS. Away then; lose no time: Come, my good CASCA, Three Parts of that good Man are ours already, CASCA. Oh, he fits high in all the People's Hearts. CASSIUS. So, that which would appear Offence in us, CASCA. Him and his Worth, and our great need of him, You have confider'd well. Come let's make haste. CASSIUS. The Sun that fees him next, shall find him ours. [Exeunt. Inftead Inftead of the Mufick ufually play'd between the Acts, the following Verfes are, after this Act, to be fung by a Chorus reprefenting the Roman People. W Firft CHORUS. 1. HITHER is Roman Honour gone? That Valour, which fo bright has fhone, Muft to a haughty Master bow: Who, with our Toil, our Blood, and all we have befide, Gorges his ill-got Pow'r, his Humour, and his Pride, II. Fearless he will his Life expose; His very Virtues threaten those, Who more his bold Ambition fear. How stupid Wretches we appear, Who round the World for Wealth and Empire roam; Yet never, never think what Slaves we are at home! III. Did Men, for this, together join; Quitting the free wild Life of Nature? What other Beaft did e'er defign The setting up his Fellow-Creature? And of two Mischiefs chufe the greater? Oh, rather than be Slaves to bold imperious Men, Give us our Wildness, and our Woods, our Hutts, and Caves agen. IV. There fecure from lawless Sway, Not deprav'd by Knaves and Fools; Happily we all fhould live, and harmless as our Sheep, And at last as calmly die, as Infants fall asleep. VOL. I. R ACT H BRUTUS alone in his Houfe undreft. E would be King; nay will be, if he lives; Ambition, like a mad tempeftuous Sea, Swell'd him above the Bounds of wife diffembling, I, who am CÆSAR'S Friend, and partial for him Yet |