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Who doth desire to see you.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.
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 Conspiracy!
Sham'ft thou to Thew 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 monstrous visage ? seek none, Conspiracy
Hide it in Smiles and Affability :
For if thou path, thy native seinblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
Enter Callius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and
Caf. I think, we are too bold upon your Rest;
Good morrow, Brutus, do we trouble you ?
Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men, that come along with you ? [Aside.
Cas. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here,
But honours you : and every one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of your self,
noble Roman bcars of you. This is Trebonius.
Bru. He is welcome hither.
Caf. This, Decius Brutus.
Bru. He is welcome too.
Caf. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
And this, Metellus Cimber.
Bru. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
Caf. Shall I entreat a word?
[Thes whilper. Dec. Here lies the Last : doth not the day break here? Vol. VII.
Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines,
That fret the Clouds, are messengers of day.
Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd :
Hete, as I point my sword, the Sun arifes,
Which is a great way growing on the South,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the North
He first presents his fire ; and the high East
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Caf. And let us swear our resolution.
Bru. No, not an oath : if that the face of men,
The fufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,-
If these be motives weak, break off betimes;
And ev'ry man hence to his idle bed :
So let high-fighted tyranny range on,
'Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen,
What need we any spur, but our own cause,
To-prick us to redress? what other bond,
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter ? and what other oath,
Than honesty to honesty engag’d,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering fouls
That welcome wrongs : unto bad causes, swear
Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprize,
Nor th' infuppreffive mettle of our spirits ;
To think, that or our cause, or our performance,
Did need an oath : When ev'ry drop of blood,
That ev'ry Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he doth break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath paft from him.
Caf. But what of Cicero? shall we found him?
I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
Cin. No, by no means.
Met. O let us have him, for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds :
It shall be faid, his Judgment ruld our hands ;
Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
But all be buried in his gravity.
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.
Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.
Dec. Shall no man else be touch’d, but only Cæfar ?
Caf. Decius, well urg'd : I think, it is not meet,
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæfar,
Should out-live Cæfar : we shall find of him
A shrewd contriver. And you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch fo far,
As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
Let Antony and Cæfar fall together.
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :
For Antony is but a limb of Casar.
Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius;
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæfar,
And in the spirit
of man there is no blood :
O, that we then could come by Cæsar's fpirit,
And not dismember Cæfar! but alas !
Cafar must bleed for it-And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the Gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
their servants to an act of rage,
And after feem to chide them. This thall make
Our purpose necessary, and not envious :
Which, so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be callid Purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ;
For he can do no more than Cufar's arm,
When Cæsar's head is off.
Caf. Yet I do fear him;
For in th' ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar-
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
If he love Cæjar, all that he can do
Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæfar :
And that were much, he should; for he is giv'n
To sports, to wildness, and much company.
Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die;
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
Bru. Peace, count the clock.
Caf. The clock hath stricken three.
Treb, 'Tis time to part.
Cas. But it is doubtful yet,
If Cæfar will come forth to-day, or no:
For he is superstitious grown of late,
(Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies :)
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the perfuafion of his augurers,
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
Dec. Never fear that; if he be so resolvid,
I can o'erfway him; for he loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers.
But when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Leave me to work :
For I can give his humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the Capitol.
Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Bru. By the eighth hour, is that the uttermost?
Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Ca far hard,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him :
He loves me well; and I have giv'n him reasons ;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Caf. The morning comes upon’s; we'll leave you,
And, friends! disperse yourselves; but all remember
What you have said, and shew yourselves 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 constancy ;
And so, good-morrow to you every one.
Boy! Lucius ! fast alleep? it is no matter,
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of Slumber :
Thou haft no figures, nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men ;
Therefore thou sleep'tt fo found.
Por. Brutus, my Lord!
Bru. Portia, what mean you ? wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health, thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Por. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed : and, yesternight at lupper, You suddenly arose and walk'd about, Musing and lighing, with your arms a-cross : And, when I alk'd you what the matter was, You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks. I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head, And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot : Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not; But with an angry wafture of your hand, Gave fign for me to leave you : so I did, Fearing to strengthen that impatience, Which seem'd too much inkindled; and, withal,