Elfe I confess that I am guilty too: If he loves CÆSAR, 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 miss'd too long. CASSIUS, But what if CÆSAR Should forbear coming to the Capitol ? Yet the most wife and brave muft yield to Cuftom, DE 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. Enter PORTIA undrefs'd, as new rifen from Bed. PORTIA. BRUTUS! my Lord, where are you? BRUTUS. What, my PORTIA ! Why 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. 1. But Life is fhort; O why should we mispend it? Are oft but Complement, compar'd with Love, BRUTUS. Dear PORTIA, now you but difturb my Thoughts. POR PORTIA. Can mine be easy then? 'tis no small thing Turning from thee is Reftleffness indeed; PORTIA. Oh, preach Content to one upon a Rack, My Soul is fo perplex'd with Fears for you, BRUTUS. Retire, retire; talking fo tenderly, You, like officious and condoling Friends, 'Twere ill in me to let you ask me twice: POR Alas! PORTIA. You would not use it now, if ftill you lov'd. BRUTUS. What means my PORTIA ? PORTIA. BRUTUS unjuft! Oh, 'tis a Wonder, which your very Focs Would not believe, tho' told it by your Friends: Am I but only Partner of your Pleasures? 'Fit for your trifling Hours, and to be kept To lose that Truft, which always follows Kindnefs. And therefore yours is chang'd; I fee it plainly: Thunder is fall'n on my poor guiltless Head, [Weeps. And all but I, perhaps, have heard the Blow. |