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Casca. You pull’d me by the cloak; Would you Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you speak with me?

i' the face again : But those, that understood him, Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to--day, smiled at one another, and shook their heads : but, That Cæsar looks so sad ?

for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ? tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for

Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to silence. chanc'd.

Fare you well. There was more foolery yet, if I Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and could remember it. being offered him, he put it by with the back of his Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ? hand, thus ; and then the people fell a' shouting. Casca. No, I am promised forth. Bru. What was the second noise for ?

Cus. Will you dine with me to-morrow ? Casca. Why, for that too.

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last cry for? your dinner worth the eating. Casca. Why, for that too.

Cas. Good; I will expect you. Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

Casca. Do so: Farewell, both. [Erit Casca. Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? every time gentler than other; and at every putting He was quick mettle, when he went to school. by, mine honest neighbours shouted.

Cas. So is he now, in execution Cas. Who offered him the crown?

Of any bold or noble enterprize, Casca. Why, Antony.

However he puts on this tardy form. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner Which gives men stomach to digest his words of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it. I saw With better appetite. Mark Antony offer him a crown; - yet 'twas not a Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ; — and,

you : as I told you, he put it by once ; but, for all that, to To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, my thinking, he would fain have bad it. Then he I will come home to you ; or, if you will, offered it to him again; then he put it by again : Come home to me, and I will wait for you. but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his Cas. I will do so: — till then, think of the world. fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time;

[Erit Brutus. he put it the third time by: and still as he refused | Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I it, the rabblement liooted, and clapped their chopped Thy honourable metal may be wrought hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and from that it is dispos’d: Therefore 'tis meet uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar That noble minds keep ever with their likes : refused the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæsar; | For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ? for he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine Cæsar doth bear ine hard : But he loves Brutus: own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, lips, and receiving the bad air.

He should not humour me. I will this night, Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What ? Did Cæsar ) In several hands, in at his windows throw, swoon?

As if they came from several citizens, Cusca. He fell down in the market-place, and Writings, all tending to the great opinion foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness. Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at: Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not ; but


and I, And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure ; And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness. For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but,

[Eru. I ain sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he SCENE III. - The same.

A Street. pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.

Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself?

CASCA, with his sword drawn, and Cicero. Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per- Cic. Good even, Casca : Brought you Cæsar ceived the common herd was glad he refused the

home? crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? them his throat to cut. An I had been a man of Casca. Are not you mov’d, when all the sway of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at

earth a word, I would I might go to hell among the Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, rogues : —and so he fell. When he came to himself I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds again, he said, If he had done, or said, any thing Have riv’d the knotty oaks; and I have seen amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, infirmity. Three or four wenches, where I stood, To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds : cried, Alas, good soul ! — and forgave him with all But never till to-night, never till now, their hearts : But there's no heed to be taken of Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. them; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, they Either there is a civil strife in heaven ; would have done no less.

Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? Incenses them to send destruction.
Casca. Ay.

Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful ? Cas. Did Cicero say any thing ?

Casca. A common slave (you know him well by Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek

sight,) Cas. To what effect?

Held up his left hand, which did Aame, and burn

Like twenty torches join d; and yet his lianel, Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean :

Is it not. Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.

Cassius? Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,)

Cas. Let it be who it is : for Romans now Against the Capitol I met a lion,

Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors ; Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by,

But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead, Without annoying me : and there were drawn And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,

Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. Transform’d with their fear; who swore, they saw Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Mean to establish Cæsar. as a king: And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,

And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, Even at noon-day, upon the market-place,


every place, save here in Italy. Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then ; Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius : These are their reasons, · They are natural ;

Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong ; For, I believe, they are portentous things

Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat : Unto the climate that they point upon.

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time : Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, But men may construe things after their fashion, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit : Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?

Never lacks power to dismiss itself. Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius

If I know this, know all the world besides, Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. That part of tyranny, that I do bear,

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky I can shake off at pleasure. Is not to walk in.


So can I :
Farewell, Cicero. (Erit Cicero. So every bondman in his own hand bears

The power to cancel his captivity.

Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ? Cas. Who's there?

Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf,
A Roman.

But that he sees, the Romans are but sheep :

Casca, by your voice. He were no lion, were not Romans binds. Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is | Those that with haste will make a mighty fire, this?

Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome, Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. What rubbish, and what ofsal, when it serves Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? For the base matter to illuminate Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O, grief! faults.

Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Before a willing bondman : then I know Submitting me unto the perilous night;

My answer must be made : But I am arm’d, And, thus unbrac'd, Casca, as you see,

And dangers are to me indifferent. Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone :

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, And, when the cross-blue lightning seem'd to open That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand : The breast of beaven, I did present myself

Be factious for redress of all these griefs ; Even in the aim and very flash of it.

And I will set this foot of mine as far, Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the As who goes farthest. heavens?


There's a bargain made. It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans, Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

To undergo with me an enterprize Cas. You are dull, Casca ; and those sparks of Of honourable-dangerous consequence; life

And I do know by this, they stay for me That should be in a Roman, you do want,

In Pompey's porch: For now, this fearful night, Or else you use not : You look pale, and gaze, There is no stir, or walking in the streets ; And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder, And the complexion of the element To see the strange impatience of the heavens : Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand, But if you would consider the true cause,

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,

Enter Cinna.
Why birds and beasts, from quality and kind ;
Why old men fools, and children calculate :

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in Why all these things change, from their ordinance,

haste. Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him Ing his gait; To monstrous quality ; why, you shall find,

He is a friend. · Cinna, where haste you so ? That heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits, Cin. To find out you : Who's that? Metellus To make them instruments of fear, and warning,

Cimber? Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca, Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night; To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna? That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is As doth the lion in the Capitol :

this? A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. In personal action ; yet prodigious grown,

Cns Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me. And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.


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0, Cassius, if you could but win Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, The noble Brutus to our party

See Brutus at his house : three parts of him
Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper, Is ours already; and the man entire,
And look you, lay it in the prætor's chair,

Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts .
In at his window : set this up with wax

And that which would appear offence in us, Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done,

His countenance, like richest alchymy, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone

him, To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, You have right well conceited. Let us go, And so bestow these papers as you bade me. For it is after midnight ; and, ere day, Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Ereunt.

[Erit Cinna.



The same.

Brutus's Orchard. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Luc. I know not, sir. Bru. What, Lucius! ho !

Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

Luc I will, sir.

[Erit. Give guess how near to day. — Lucius, I say ! Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. Gives so much light, that I may read by them. When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say : What,

[Opens the letter, and reads. Lucius!

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself.

Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!
Enter Lucius.

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,
Luc. Call’d you, my lord ?

Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : Where I have took them up.
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Shall Rome, fc. Thus must I piece it out;
Luc. I will, my lord.

(Exil. Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part,

Rome? I know no personal cause to spurn at him,

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome But for the general. He would be crown'd: - The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king. How that might change his nature, there's the Speak, strike, redress ! Am I entreated then question.

To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee proIt is the bright day, that brings forth the adder ;

And that craves wary walking. Crown him? If the redress will follow, thou receivest

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !
And then, I grant, we pui a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.

Re-enter LUCIUS.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of

[K'nock withın. Cæsar,

Bru. "Tis good. Go to the gate : somebody I have not known when his affections sway'd


[Erit Lucius. More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

I have not slept.
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : Between the acting of a dreadful thing
But when he once attains the utmost round, And the first motion, all the interim is
He then unto the ladder turns his back,

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees The genius, and the mortal instruments
By which he did ascend : So Cæsar may;

Are then in council; and the state of man,
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

The nature of an insurrection,
Fashion it thus ; that what he is, augmented,

Re-enter Lucius.
Would run to these, and these extremities :
And therefore think bim as a serpent's egg,

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis. Who doth desire to see you. chievous ;


Is he alone?
And kill him in the shell.

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.

Do you know them ?
Re-enter Lucius.

Luc. No, sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

ears, Searching the window for a flint, I found

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, That by no means I may discover them
It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

By any mark of favour.

him ;

Let them enter.

To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,

(Erit Lucius. Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood, They are the faction. O conspiracy!

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Shain'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, Is guilty of a several bastardy,
When evils are most free? O, then, by day, If he do break the sinallest particle
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, con- Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? spiracy;

I think, he will stand very strong with us. Hide in it smiles, and affability :

Casca. Let us not leave him out. For if thou path, thy native semblance on,


No, by no means. Not Erebus itself were diin enough

Met. O let us have him ; for his silver hairs To hide thee from prevention.

Will purchase us a good opinion, Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS

And buy men's voices to commend our deeds :

shall be said, his judgment rul’d our hands; CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.

Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear, Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest : But all be buried in his gravity. Good morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you ?

Bru. O, name him not ; let us not break with Bru. I have been up this hour ; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you? For he will never follow any thing

Cas. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here, That other men begin. But honours you : and every one doth wish,


Then leave him out. You had but that opinion of yourself,

Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. Which every noble Roman bears of you.

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only This is Trebonius.

He is welcome hither.

Cas. Decius, well urg'd : I think it is net Cas. This Decius Brutus.

meet, Bru.

He is welcome too. Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;

Should outlive Cæsar : We shall find of him And this, Metellus Cimber.

A shrewd contriver; and, you know his means, Bru.

They are all welcome. If he improve them, may well stretch so far, What watchful cares do interpose themselves As to annoy us all : which to prevent, Betwixt your eyes and night?

Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together. Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [ They whisper. Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break

Cassius, here?

To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; Cascu. No.

Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards :
Chr. 0, pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de- We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; ceiv'd.

And in the spirit of men there is no blood : Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ;

O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, Which is a great way growing on the south, And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas, Weighing the youthful season of the year.

Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Some two months hence, up higher toward the Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; north

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, He first presents his fire; and the high east

Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds : Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Stir up their servants to an act of rage, Cas. And let us swear our resolution.

And after seem to chide them. This shall n ake Bru. No, not an oath : If not the face of men, Our

purpose necessary, and not envious : The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, Which so appearing to the common eyes, If these be motives weak, break off betimes, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers. And every man hence to his idle bed ;

And for Mark Antony, think not of him ;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,

For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, When Cæsar's head is off.
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough


Yet I do fear him : To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar, The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him : What need we any spur, but our own cause, If he love Cæsar, all that he can do To prick us to redress ? what other bond,

Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar : Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And that were much he should; for he is given And will not palter ? and what other oath,

To sports, to wildness, and much company. Than honesty to honesty engag'd,

Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not die; That this shall be, or we will fall for it?

For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,

(Clock strikes. Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls

Bru. Peace, count the clock. That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear


The clock hath stricken three. Such creatures as men doubt : but do not stain

Treb. 'Tis time to part. The even virtue of our enterprize,


But it is doubtful yet, Nor the insuppressive metal of our spirits,

Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no:


For he is superstitious grown of late ;

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. Quite from the main opinion he held once

Por. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies :

He would embrace the means to come by it. It may be, these apparent prodigies,

Bru. Why, so I do: - Good Portia, go to bed. The unaccustom'd terror of this night,

Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical And the persuasion of his augurers,

To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

Of the dank morning ? What, is Brutus sick; Dec. Never fear that : If he be so resolv’d, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, I can o'ersway him : for he loves to hear,

To dare the vile contagion of the night? That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,

And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, To add unto his sickness ? No, my Brutus; Lions with toils, and men with flatterers :

You have some sick offence within your mind, But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,

Which, by the right and virtue of my place, He says, he does; being then most flattered. I ought to know of: And, upon my knees, Let me work :

I charm you, by my once commended beauty, For I can give his humour the true bent;

By all your vows of love, and that great vow And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Which did incorporate and make us one, Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. That

you unfold to me, yourself, your balf, Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the uttermost? Why you are heavy; and what men to-night Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Have had resort to you : for here have been Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar bard, Some six or seven, who did hide their faces Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey ;

Even from darkness. I wonder, none of you have thought of him.


Kneel not, gentle Portia. Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him ; Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ;

Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Is it excepted, I should know no secrets Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave That appertain to you? Am I yourself, you, Brutus: —

But, as it were, in sort, or limitation ; And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro- And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in tl.e

suburbs Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Let not our looks put on our purposes ;

Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. But bear it as our Roman actors do,

Bru. You are my true and honourable wife; With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:

As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops And so, good-morrow to you every one.

That visit my sad heart. (Ereunt all but BRUTUS. Por. If this were true, then should I know this Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :

I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal, Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,

A woman that lord Brutus took to wife : Which busy care draws in the brains of men : I grant, I am a woman ; but, withal, Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

A woman well-reputed; Cato's daughter.

Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Enter Portia.

Being so father'd, and so husbanded ?

Brutus, my lord !

Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them : Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise I have made strong proof of my constancy,

Giving myself a voluntary wound It is not for your health, thus to commit

Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience,
Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning. And not my husband's secrets?
Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Bru.

O ye gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Stole from my bed : And yesternight, at supper,

[Knocking within. You suddenly arose, and walked about,

Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while ;
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across : And by and by thy bosom shall partake
And when I ask'd you what the matter was, The secrets of my heart.
You star'd upon me with ungentle looks :

All my engagements I will construe to thee,
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head, All the charactery of my sad brows :
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot : Leave me with haste.

[Erit PORTIA. Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;

Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS.
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did;

Lucius, who's that, knocks? Fearing to strengthen that impatience,

Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, withal,

you. Hoping it was but an effect of humour,

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.. Which sometime hath his hour with every man. Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how ? It will not let you cat, nor talk, nor sleep;

Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble And, could it work so much upon your shape,

tongue. As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,

Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,

Caius, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief To wear a korchief ? 'Would you were not sick.


you now?

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