LIG. But are not some whole that we must make sick? I shall unfold to thee, as we are going LIG. 330 Set on your foot; Follow me, then. [Exeunt. And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you, SCENE II.-The Same. A Hall in CÆSAR'S Palace Thunder and lightning. Enter CESAR, in his night-gown SERV. My Lord? Enter a Servant CAS. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, And bring me their opinions of success. SERV. I will, my lord. Enter CALPHURNIA [Exit. CAL. What mean you, Cæsar? think you to walk forth? CES. Cæsar shall forth the things that threaten'd me Yet now they fright me. There is one within, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. O Cæsar, these things are beyond all use, CÆS What can be avoided Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? CAL. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. CES. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Will come when it will come. Re-enter Servant What say the augurers? SERV. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. CAL. Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear 30 40 Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. And he shall say you are not well to-day: We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; That keeps you in the house, and not your own. 50 CES. Mark Antony shall say I am not well; Enter DECIUS Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. DEC. Cæsar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Cæsar : CES. And you are come in very happy time, 60 And tell them that I will not come to-day: CAS. Shall Cæsar send a lie? 70 And these does she apply for warnings, and portents, 80 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: If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, 'Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, 'Lo, Cæsar is afraid '? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liable. CAS. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia! Give me my robe, for I will go : 90 100 Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA And look where Publius is come to fetch me. PUB. Good morrow, Cæsar. CES. Welcome, Publius.— What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?— BRU. lean. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. CES. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Enter ANTONY See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, CÆS. Bid them prepare within : I am to blame to be thus waited for.- TREB. Cæsar, I will :—and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been further. CES. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me ; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. BRU. [aside.] That every like is not the same, O Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! SCENE III.-The Same. A Street near the Capitol Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper 120 [Aside. [Exeunt. ART. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou beest not immortal, look about you; security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, ARTEMIDORUS.' Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along, ΤΟ Out of the teeth of emulation. If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayst live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit. SCENE IV.-The Same. Another Part of the same Street, before the House of BRUTUS Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS POR. I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; Luc. Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? POR. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that? Luc. I hear none, madam. POR. Prithee, listen well: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. ΙΟ POR. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? ART. Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol ? POR. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? At mine own house, good lady. About the ninth hour, lady. |