Casca. So can I : So every bondman in his own hand bears Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then? Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf, So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, O, grief! My answer must be made: but I am arm'd, Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: As who goes farthest. Cas. Of honourable-dangerous consequence; Has favours, like the work we have in hand, Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. Enter CINNA. Cinna, where haste you so? Cin. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber? Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna? What a fearful night is Cin. I am glad on't. this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Cas. Am I not stay'd for? Tell me. O, Cassius, if you could Yes, you are. But win the noble Brutus to our party Cas. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And, look you, lay it in the prætor's chair, us. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there? Cin. All, but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, And that which would appear offence in us, Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need You have right well conceited. For it is after midnight; and ere day Let us go, [Exeunt. We will awake him and be sure of him. ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. Brutus's Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. Brutus. HAT, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.— Lucius ! Awake, I say! What, 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, How that might change his nature, there's the question. 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 Will bear no colour for the thing he is, And kill him in the shell. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there when I went to bed. [Gives him the letter. 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. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Such instigations have been often dropp'd Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out; Rome ? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Speak, strike, redress !-Am I entreated To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Re-enter LUCIUS. 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 |