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As that fame

ague

What is't o' clock?

which hath made you

Bru. Cæfar, 'tis ftrucken eight.

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Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesy
Enter ANTONY.

See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony..
Ant. So to moit noble Cæfar.

Cef. 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 ftore for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day;

Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cæfar, I will ;--and fo near will I be, [fide. That your best friends fhall wish I had been further. Caf. Good friends, go in, and tafte fome wine

with me,

And we like friends will go ftraightway together. Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæfar,

[dfide. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Street near the Capitol. (16) Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. "Cæfar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caf "fius; come not near Cafca; have an eye to Cinna; truft not Trebenius; mark well Metellus.

(16) Enter Artemidorus,] In the Dramatis Perfona, through all the editions, Artemidorus is called a Soothfayer. But 'tis certain the Poet defigned two diftinct characters. Artemidorus was neither augur, nor foothfayer. "Tis true there was an Artemidorus, whofe critic on dreams we still have; but he did not live till the time of Antoninus. He likewife wrote, according to Suidas, of augury and pal mitry. But this Artemidorus, who had been Cæfar's hoft

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Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou "haft wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one "mind in all thefe men, and it is bent against "Cæfar. If thou beeft not immortal, look about thee: fecurity gives way to confpiracy. The "mighty gods defend thee!

Thy lover, Artemidorus."

Here will I ftand 'till Cæfar pafs along,
And as a fuitor 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 mayeft live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

Enter PORCIA and LUCIUS.

Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the fenate-houfe; Stay not to answer me, but get thee Why doft thou stay?

Luc. To know my errand, Madam.

gone:

Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould't do there---O Conftancy, be strong upon my fide,

Set a huge mountain 'tween 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 fhould 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,

at Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &c. did not pretend to know any think of the confpiracy against Cæfar by prefcience or prognostication. He was a sophist, who taught that fcience in Greek at Rome; by which means being intimate with Brutus, and thofe about him, he got into their fecret; and out of his old affection for Cæfar, was defirous of acquainting him with his danger.

For he went fickly forth: and take good note
What Cæfar doth, what fuitors prefs to him.
Hark, boy! what noife is that?
Lic. I hear none, Madam.
Por. Pr'ythee, liften well:

I heard a buftling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Lus. Sooth, Madam, i hear nothing.

Enter ARTEMIDORUS.

Por. Come hither, fellow: which way haft thou
Art. At mine own houfe, good Lady.
Por. What is't o'clock !

Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.

Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ?

[been?

Art. Madam, not yet; I go to take my ftand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not?

Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar To be fo good to Cæfar as to hear me :

I fhall befeech him to befriend himself.

Por. Why, knoweft thou any harm intended towards him?

Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear; Good-morrow to you. Here the ftreet is narrow: The throng that follows Cæfar at the heels, Of fenators, of prætors, common fuitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death? I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæfar as he comes along.

[Exit.

Por. I must go in---aye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus ! The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Sure the boy heard me -----Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar will not grant.---O, 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 fay to thee.
[Exeunt feverally.

ACT III.

SCENE, the Street before the Capitol, and the
Capitol open.

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIÙS, CASCA,

DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, AN

TONY, LEPIDUS, ARTEMIDORUS, POPILIUS,
PUBLIUS, and the Soothsayer.

CESAR.

HE Ides of March are come.

THE Sooth. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone.

At

Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth defire you to o'er-read,
your
beft leisure, this his humble fuit.
Art. O Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit
That touches Cæfar nearer. Read it, great Cæfar
Caf. What touches us ourself fhall be laft ferved.
Art. Delay not, Cæfar, read it inftantly.
Cef. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirrah, give place.

Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the ftreet?.
Come to the Capitol.

Pop. I with your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Caf What enterprize, Popilius?

Pop. Fare you well.

Bru What faid Popilius Lena ?

Caf. He wished to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear our purpofe is discovered.

VOL. X.

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Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark him. Caf. Cafca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what fhall be done if this be known? Caffius, or Cæfar, never thall turn back; For will flay myself.

Bru. Caius, be constant:

Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose;
For look, he fmiles, and Cæfar doth not change.
Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you,
He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Brutus,
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go,
And, prefently prefer his fuit to Cæfar.

Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Caf. Are we all ready? what is now amifs,
That Cæfar and his Senate must redress? [Cæfar,
Met. Moft high, most mighty, and most puissant
Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat [Kneeling.

An humble heart.

Gef. I must prevent thee, Cimber;

Thefe couchings and thefe lowly courtefies
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the lane of children. Be not fond,
To think that Cæfar bears fuch rebel blood,
That will be thawed from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean fweet words,
Low crooked courtfies, and bafe fpaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;

If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way.

(17) Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without Will he be facisfied.

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