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That is enough to satisfy the Senate.
But for your private fatisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you

Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt last night, she saw my Statue,
Which, like a fountain, with an hundred spouts,
Did run pure blood : and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it..
These she applies for warnings and portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.

Dec. This Dream is all amiss interpreted ;.
It was a Vision 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 shall press
For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognisance.
This by Calphurnia's Dream is fignify'd.

Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it.

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say ;; And know it now, the Senate have concluded To give this day a Crown to mighty Cæfar. If you

shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change, Besides, it were a mock Apt to be renderd, for some one to say, “ Break up the Senate 'till another time, 6. When Cæsar's Wife shall meet with better Dreams :: If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, " Lo, Cæfar is afraid !” Pardon me, Casar; for my dear, dear, love To 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 alhamed, I did yield to them.
Give me my Robe, for. I will go :
Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius,

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

Pub. Good-morrow, Cæfar.

Caf. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good-morrow, Casca : Caius Ligarius,
Cæfar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that lame Ague which hath made you

lean. What is't o'clock?

Bru. Casar, 'tis stricken 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 store for you, Remember, that you call on me to-day; Be near me, that I may remember you. Treb. Cæsar, I will ; and lo near will I be,

[ Aside. That your

best Friends shall wish 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 Cæfar,

[Afide, The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon! [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a Street near the Capitol..

(10). Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.

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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 againt Cæfar. If thou be not immortal, look about thee: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee!

Thy Lover, Artemidorus. Here will I ftand, 'till Cefar pass along, And as a suitor 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. [Exit.

Enter Porcia and Lucius.

Por. I Pr’ythee, Boy, run to the Senate-house ;
Stay not to answer me, but


gone : Why doft thou stay?

Luc. To know my errand Madam.

Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldit do there
O Constancy, be strong upon my side,
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 should I do?

Poet design'd two diftinct Characters. Artemidorus was neither Augur, nor Soothsayer. 'Tis true, there was an Artemidorus, whose Critic on Dreams we still have : but he did not live 'till the Time of Antoninus. He likewise wrote, according to Suidas, of Augury and Palmistry But this Artemidorus, who had been Cæsar's Hust at Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &c. did not pretend to know any thing of the Conspiracy against Cafar by Prelcience, or Prognostication. He was a sophist, who taught that Science in Greek at Rome; by which Means being intimate with Brutusy and those about him, he got into their Secret; and, out of his old Affection for Cæfar, was defirous of acquainting him with his Danger.


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,
For he went fickly forth : and take good note,
What Cæfar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that:

Luc. I hear none, Madam.
Por. Prythee, listen 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 haft thou been?
Art. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o'clock?
Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.
Por. Is Casar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Art. Madam, not yet ;

to take

my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol,

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæfar, haft thou not?

Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæjar
To be so good to Cajar, as to hear me:
I shall befeech him to befriend himself.
Por. Why, know'it thou any harm intended tow'rds

Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear;
Good-morrow to you. Here the fireet is narrow:
The throng, that follows Cæfar at the heels,
Of Senators, of Prætors, common Suitors,
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.

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 Suit,
That Cæfar will not grant.

-O, I

faint: Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord ;


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

[Exeunt severally. sr8SXS




SCENE, the Street before the Capitol ;

and the Capitol open.


At your

Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca,

Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Sooth-fayer.

HE Ides of March are come.

Sooth. Ay; Cæfar, but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,

beft leisure, this his humble fuit.
Art. O Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a fuit,
That touches Cæsar nearer. Read it, great Cæjar.

Caf. What touches us ourself, shall be lait serv’d.
Art. Delay not Cafar, read it instantly.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?
Pub. Sirrah, give place.

Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the capitol.

Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Caf. What enterprize, Popilius?
Pop. Fare you well.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

Caf. He with'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive I fear, our purpose is discovered.

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cafar; mark him.

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done, if this be known?


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