To wear a kerchief? 'would, you were not fick ! Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Cai. By all the Gods the Romans bow before, Bru. A piece of work, that will make fick men whole. Cai. But are not fome whole, that we must make fick? Bru. That we muft alfo. What it is, my Caius, I fhall unfold to thee, as we are going, To whom it must be done. Cai. Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you, Bru. Follow me then. [Exeunt: SCENE changes to Cæfar's Palace. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Julius Cæfar. CafNOR Thrice hath Calpurnia in her fleep cry'd out, 66 Help, ho! they murder Cafar." Who's within? Enter a Servant. Ser. My lord? Caf. Go bid the priests do present facrifice, And bring me their opinions of fuccefs. Ser. I will, my lord. Enter Calphurnia. [Exit. Cal. What mean you, Cafar? think you to walk forth? You You shall not ftir out of your houfe to day. Caf. Cafar fhall forth; the things, that threatned me, Ne'er lookt but on my back: when they shall fee Cal. Cæfar, I never stood on ceremonies, And Graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Caf. What can be avoided, Whofe end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods? Cal. When Beggars die, there are no comets feen; Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me moft ftrange, that men fhould fear: Will come, when it will come. Enter a Servant. What fay the Augurs? Ser. They would not have you to ftir forth to day. Plucking the entrails of an Offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast. [Exit Servant. Caf. The Gods do this in fhame of cowardife: Cafar fhould be a beast without a heart, If he should stay at home to day for fear. Cal. Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence: Do not go forth to day; call it my fear, That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Caf. Mark Antony fhall fay, I am not well; Here's Decius Brutus, he fhall tell them fo. Dec. Cæfar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Cafar; I come to fetch you to the Senate-house. Caf. And you are come in very happy time, To bear my Greeting to the Senators, Caf. Shall Cafar fend a lye? Have I in conqueft ftretcht mine arm fo far, Dec. Moft mighty Cafar, let me know fome caufe, Left I be laugh'd at, when I tell them fo. Caf. The cause is in my will, I will not come ; -We beare (9) We heard two Lions-] The first FolioThe Copies have been all corrupt, and the Paffage, of course, unintelligible. But the flight Alteration, I have made, reftores Senfe to the whole; and the Sentiment will neither be unworthy of Shakespeare, nor the boast too extravagant for Cafar in a Vein of Vanity to utter: that He and Danger were two Twinwhelps of a Lyon, and He the Elder, and more terrible of the 'Two. That That is enough to fatisfie the Senate. But for your private fatisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Your Statue, fpouting blood in many pipes, 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 Cæfar. 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 Cæfar's Wife shall meet with better Dreams: If Cafar hide himself, fhall they not whisper, "Lo, Cafar is afraid! Pardon me, Cafar; for my dear, dear, love And reafon to my love is liable. Caf. How foolish do your Fears feem now, Calphurnia? I am afhamed, 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. Pub. Good morrow, Cafar. Caf. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? As that fame Ague which hath made you lean. Bru. Cafar, 'tis ftrucken eight. Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtefie. See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Caf. Bid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius! Treb. Cafar, I will-and fo near will I be, [Afide. That your beft Friends fhall wish I had been fur ther. Caf. Good Friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with me. And we, like Friends, will straightway go together. C (10) Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper. ESAR, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caffius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; tru not (10) Enter Artemidorus,] In the Dramatis Perfona, thro' all the Editions, Artemidorus is call'da Soothsayer. But, 'tis cer |