That is enough to fatisfy the Senate.

But for your private fatisfaction,

Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, ftays me at home:
She dreamt last night, fhe faw my Statue,
Which, like a fountain, with an hundred fpouts,,
Did run pure blood: and many lufty Romans
Came fmiling, and did bathe their hands in it..
These the applies for warnings and portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will ftay at home to-day..
Dec. This Dream is all amifs interpreted;
It was a Vifion fair and fortunate:

Your Statue, fpouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies, that from You great Rome shall fuck
Reviving blood; and that Great Men fhall prefs.
For tinctures, ftains, relicks, and cognifance..
This by Calpburnia's Dream is fignify'd.

Caf. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can fay ;; And know it now, the Senate have concluded

To give this day a Crown to mighty Cafar.

If

you fhall fend them word you will not come,

Their minds may change, Befides, it were a mock
Apt to be render'd, for fome one to say,

"Break up the Senate 'till another time,

"When Cafar's Wife fhall meet with better Dreams :" If Cæfar hide himself, fhall they not whisper,.

"Lo, Cafar is afraid!"

Pardon me, Cafar; for my dear, dear, love

Το your proceeding bids me tell you this:
And reason to my love is liable.

Caf. How foolish do your

Fears feem now, Calphurnia?

I am ashamed, I did yield to them.
Give me my Robe, for I will

go:

Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Cafca, Trebonius, Cinna and Publius.

And, look, where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub. Good-morrow, Cafar.

Caf. Welcome, Publius.

What, Brutus, are you stirr'd fo early too?
Good-morrow, Cafca: Caius Ligarius,
Cafar was ne'er so much your enemy,

As that fame Ague which hath made you lean.
What is't o'clock?

Bru. Cafar, 'tis ftricken eight.

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 moft noble Cæfar.

Caf. 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. Cafar, I will;

and fo near will I be,

[Afide. That your beft Friends fhall with I had been further. Cal. Good Friends, go in, and taste some wine with me. And we, like Friends, will straightway go together. Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cafar,

The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon!

[Afide. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a Street near the Capitol..

C

(10) Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.

ESAR, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caffius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust

not

(10) Enter Artemidorus,] In the Dramatis Perfona, thro' all the Editions, Artemidorus is call'da Soothsayer. But, 'tis certain, the

Poet

not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou be'ft not immortal, look about thee: fecurity gives way to confpiracy. The mighty Gods defend

thee!

Thy Lover, Artemidorus.

Here will I ftand, 'till Cafar pass 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 Cafar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with Traitors do contrive.

Enter Porcia and Lucius.

Por. I Pr'ythee, Boy, run to the Senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?

Luc. To know my errand Madam.

[Exit.

Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldft 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 counfel!

Art thou here yet?

Luc. Madam, what fhould I do?

Poet defign'd two diftinct Characters. Artemidorus was neither Augur, nor Soothfayer. '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 Palmistry. But this Artemidorus, who had been Cafar's Huft at Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &c. did not pretend to know any thing of the Confpiracy against Cæfar by Prefcience, or Prognoftication. He was a Sophift, who taught that Science in Greek at Rome; by which Means being intimate with Brutus, and those about him, he got into their Secret; and, out of his old Affection for Caefar, was defirous of acquainting him with his Danger.

Run.

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

And fo return to you, and nothing elfe?

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went fickly forth and take good note, What Cafar doth, what fuitors prefs to him.. Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, Madam.
Por. Pr'ythee, liften well:

I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing.

Enter Artemidorus.

Por. Come hither, fellow, which way
Art. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o' clock?

Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.
Por. Is Cafar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Art. Madam, not yet; I go

haft thou been?

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 pleafe Cajar

To be fo good to Cajar, as to hear me:

I fhall befeech him to befriend himself.

Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him?

[Exit:

Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear;
Good-morrow to you. Here the fireet is narrow:
The throng, that follows Cafar at the heels,
Of Senators, of Prætors, common Suitors,
Will crowd a feeble Man almoft to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cæfar as he comes along.
Por. I must go in aye me! how weak a thing
The heart of Woman is! O Brutus! Brutus !
The heavens fpeed thee in thine enterprize!
Sure, the Boy heard me: Brutus hath a Suit,
That Cæfar will not grant.-O, I grow faint:
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord;

Say

Say, I am merry; come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

[Exeunt feverally.

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

Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Sooth-fayer.

CESAR.

HE Ides of March are come.

TH

Sooth. Ay, Cafar, but not gone.

Art. Hail, Cafar: read this schedule.

Dec. Trebonius doth defire you to o'er-read, At your best leifure, this his humble fuit.

Art. O Cafar, read mine first; for mine's a fuit, That touches Cæfar nearer. Read it, great Cæjar. Caf. What touches us ourself, fhall be last ferv'd. Art. Delay not Cafar, read it inftantly.

Caf. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirrah, give place.

Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
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 wifh'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive I fear, our purpose is difcovered.

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cafar; mark him. Caf. Cafca, be fudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done, if this be known?

Caffius,