A piece of work that will make sick men Аст и. Se. L Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch streets. O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, Cæsar. Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? Calphurnia. When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Cæsar. But are not some whole that we must make Of all the wonders that 1 yet have heard, Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once. sick? Brutus. I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, To whom it must be done. Ligarius. Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you, Brutus. SCENE 11. The same. Follow me, then. A Room in Cæsar's The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsar, in his We were two lions litter'd in one day, And this way have you well expounded it. I have, when you have heard what I can say: 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 SCENE II. The same. A Street near the Enter Artemidorus, reading a Paper. "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 be'st 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, If thou read this, O Cæsar! thou may'st live; SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the same Street, before the House of Brutus, Enter Portia and Lucius. Portia. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house: Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why dost thou stay? Lucius. To know my errand, madam. I would have had thee there, and here again, 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? Lucius. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else, And so return to you, and nothing else? Portiu Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth and take good note, What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that? Lucius. I hear none, madam. Portia. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule. Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following All the Senators rise. Popilius. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. Cassius. What enterprize, Popilius? [Advances to Casar. Popilius. Fare you well. Brutus. What said Popilius Lena? Cassius. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered. Brutus. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him. Cassius, Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. Brutus. Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. Cassius. Trebonius knows his time for, look you, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Brutus, [Exeunt Antony and Trebonus. Cesar and the Senators take their Seats. Decius, Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. Brutus. He is address'd: press near, and second him. Cinna Casca, you are the first that rears your hand, Cæsar. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That Cæsar and his senate must redress? Metellus. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [Cæsar, An humble heart: [Kneeling. Cæsar. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality |