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SCENE I.-The same. BRUTUS's Orchard.
Bru. What, Lucius! ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say!—
Luc. Call'd you, my lord?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my
Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:—
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous;
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Give so much light, that I may read by them.
[Opens the Letter, and reads.
Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself.
Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.
Shall Rome &c. Thus must I piece it out;
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
Speak, strike, redress !-Am I entreated then
To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
[Exit LUCIUS. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The nature of an insurrection.
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.
Bru. Do you know them?
Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour.
Bru. Let them enter.
They are the faction. O conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day,
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspi
Hide it in smiles, and affability:
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention.
Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest:
Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you?
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night.
Know I these men, that come along with you ?
Cas. Yes, every man of them: and no man here, But honours you and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourself, Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
Bru. He is welcome hither.
Cas. This Decius Brutus.
Bru. He is welcome too.
Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;
And this Metellus Cimber.
Bru. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
Cas. Shall I entreat a word?
Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break
Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises;
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men,