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Which did incorporate and make us one,
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
As dear to me, as e'er the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Por. If this were true, then should I know this se
grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience,
Bru. O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows:
Leave me with haste.
Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS.
Lucius, who is that, knocks?
Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with
Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.— Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! how?
Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick!
Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men
Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make sick?
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.
Lig. Set on your foot;
And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
Bru. Follow me then.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in CESAR's Palace.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter CÆSAR, in his Nightgown.
Cas. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace tonight :
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out,
Help, ho! They murder Casar! Who's within?
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.
Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk
You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
Cas. Cæsar shall forth: The things that threaten'd
Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
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,
And I do fear them.
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 prin
Cas. 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 a Servant.
What say the augurers?
Serv. They would not have you to stir forth today.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
Cas. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
Cas. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day :