But life, being weary of these worldly bars, If I know this, know all the world besides, I can shake off at pleasure. Casca. Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then? So vile a thing as Cæsar? But, O grief! Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, As who goes farthest. Cas. There's a bargain made. Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand, (1) Deer. (2) Here's my hand. (3) Active. (4) Resembles. Enter Cinna. Casca. Stand close a while, for here comes one Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;! Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate Yes, Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts: Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of (1) Air of walking. A You have right well conceited. Let us go, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-The same. Brutus's orchard. En ter Brutus. Bru. What, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say!— Enter Lucius. 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 lord. [Exit. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, I have not known when his affections sway'd (1) An exclamation of impatience. (2) Pity, tenderness. More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,1 Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, And kill him in the shell. Re-enter Lucius. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. [Exit. 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. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake. 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. Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome (1) Experience. (2) Low steps. (3) Nature. The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. If the redress will follow, thou receivest Re-enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. [Knocks 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 Re-enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru. Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. Bru. Is he alone? 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 Bru. Let them enter. [Exit Lucius. 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, (1) Visionary. (2) Countenance. |