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To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ? | Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless
That you would have me seek into myself 0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, For that which is not in me? Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
hear : To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, | And, since you know you cannot see yourself Your infants in your arms, and there have sat So well as by reflection, I, your glass, The live-long day, with patient expectation, Will modestly discover to yourself To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome; That of yourself which you yet know not of. And when you saw his chariot but appear, And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus ; Have you not made an universal shout,
Were I a common laugher, or did use That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To stale with ordinary oaths my love To hear the replication of your sounds,
To every new protester ; if you know Made in her concave shores ?
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And do you now put on your best attire ?
And after scandal them; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
[Flourish and shout. Be gone !
Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
the people Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Choose Cæsar for their king. That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Ay, do you fear it? [Exeunt. Then must I think you would not have it so. SCENE.-The same. A public Place.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him Enter BRUTUS and Cassius.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me? Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? If it be aught toward the general good, Bru. Not I.
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, Cas. I pray yov, do.
And I will look on both indifferently: Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part For, let the gods so speed me as I love Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
The name of honour more than I fear death. Let'me nut hinder, Cassius, your desires ;
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, I'll leave you.
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Think of this life ; but, for my single self,
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you; Be not deceiv’d: If I have veil'd my look, We both have fed as well, and we can both I turn the trouble of my countenance
Endure the winter's cold as well as he ; Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Of late, with passions of some difference,
| The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Conceptions only proper to myself,
Cæsar said to me,“ Dar’st thou, Cassius, now Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours : Leap in with me into this angry flood, But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd And swim to yonder point?”–Upon the word, (Imong which number, Cassius, be you one); Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Nor construe any further my neglect,
And bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it Forgets the shows of love to other men.
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your And stemming it with hearts of controversy, passion;
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Cæsar cried, “Help me, Cassius, or I sink.” Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder $ Bru. No, Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself, | The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber But by reflection, by some other things.
Did I the tired Cæsar; And this man Cas. 'Tis just ?
Is now become a god; and Cassius is And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
A wretched creature, and must bend his body, That you have no such mirrors as will turn If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him. Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
He had a fever when he was in Spain, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, And when the fit was on him, I aid mark Where many of the best respect in Rome | How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; (Except immortal Cæsar), speaking of Brutus, His coward lips did from their colour fly; And groaning underneath th's age's yoke,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan;
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans | Be any further mov’d. What you have said,
| Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ; So get the start of the majestic world,
| Brutus had rather be a villager, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. Than to repute himself a son of Rome Bru. Another general shout!
Under these hard conditions as this time I do believe that these applauses are
Is like to lay upon us.
Enter CÆSAR, attended by Senators, Mark To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
ANTONY, and Lictors. Men at some time are masters of their fates!
Cas. Antonius. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
Ant. Cæsar. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat Brutus and Cæsar; What should be in that Cæsar? Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : Why should that name be sounded more than Yond' Ca:sius has a lean and hungry look ; yours?
He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; I Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; He is a noble Roman, and well given. Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, Cæs. 'Would he were fatter :- But I fear him Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Yet if my name were liable to fear, Now in the names of all the gods at once, I do not know the man I should avoid Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; That he is grown so great! Age, thou art sham’d! He is a great observer, and he looks Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, When went there by an age, since the great flood, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music : But it was fam'd with more than with one man ! Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ? That could be mov'd to smile at anything. O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Such men as he be never at heart's ease, There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, And therefore are they very dangerous. As easily as a king.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar. What you would work me to, I have some aim ; / Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, How I have thought of this, and of these times, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. I shall recount hereafter: for this present,
[Exeunt all. I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
SCENE.-Rome. Brutus' Orchard. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him :Enter BRUTUS.
That;Bru. What, Lucius! ho !
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
That at his will he may do danger with.
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof Luc. Calld you, my lord ?
That lowliness is young an bition’s ladder, Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius; Whcreto the climber-upward turns his face; When it is lighted, come and call me here. But when he once attains the utmost round, Luc. I will, my lord.
[Exit. He then unto the ladder turns his back, Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees'. I know no personal cause to spurn at him, By which he did ascend ; So Cæsar may; But for the general. He would be crown'd;- Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the How that might change his nature, there's the
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus ; that what he is, augmented, Hide it in smiles and affability;
Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, METELLUS
CIMBER and TREBONIUS.
Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest;
Bru. I have been up this hour ; awake all night. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day. Know I these men that come along with you? Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March ?
Cas. Yes, every man of them ; and no man here Luc. I know not, sir.
But honours you ; and every one doth wish
[Exit. Which every noble Roman bears of you.
He is welcome hither. [Opens the letter, and reads. Cas. This, Decius Bru us. “Brutus, thou sleep’st ; awake, and see thyself. Bru.
He is welcome too. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress !
Cas. This, Casca ; this, Cinna; and this, MeBrutus, thou sleep'st; awake !"
tellus Cimber. Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Bru. They are all welcome. Where I have took them up.
| What watchful cares do interpose themselves “ Shall Rome, &c.” Thus must I piece it out; Betwixt your eyes and night? Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! | Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. Rome ?
Dec. Here lies the east : Doth not the day break My ancestors did from the streets of Rowe
here? The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king. Casca. No. “ Speak, strike, redress !” —Am I entreated | Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines To speak and strike ? O Rome! I make the That fret the clouds are messengers of day. promise,
Casca. You shall confess that you are both If the redress will follow, thou receivest
deceiv'd. Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ; Re-enter LUCIUS.
Which is a great way growing on the south, Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Knock within. Some two months hence, up higher toward the Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate : somebody
He first presents his fire; and the high east Since Cassiu i first did whet me against Cæsar,
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. I have not slept.
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Cas. And let us swear our resolution. And the first motion, all the interim is
Bru. No, not on oath ; If not the face of men, Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,The genius and the mortal instruments
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if those
(As I am sure they do) bear fire en ugh Re-enter LUCIUS.
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, | The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen, Who doth desire to see you.
What need we any spur but our own cause Bru.
Is he alone
To prick us to redress? what other bond Lnc. No, sir, there are more with him.
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Bru.
Do you know them ? | And will not palter ? and what other oath, Luc. No sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their | Than honesty to honesty engag’d, ears,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it? And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
Cas. But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him? That by no means I may discover them
I think he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means. rit LUCI Met. O let us have him ; for his silver hairs They are the faction. O Conspiracy!
Will purchase us a good opinion, Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : night,
It shall be said his judgment rul’d our hands; When evils are most free! O, then, by day Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough But all he buried in his gravity. To mask thy monstrous visage Seek none, Conspiracy ;
* True forın.
Bru. O name him not; let us not break with Bru. Portia, what mean you ? Wherefore rise him:
you now? For he will never follow anything
It is not for your health thus to commit That other men begin.
Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning. Cas. Then leave him out.
Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.
Brutus, Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Stole from my bed; And yesternight, at supper, Cæsar?
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about, Cas. Decius, well urg'd:- I think it is not meet, Musing and sighing, with your arms across; Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,
And when I asked you what the matter was, Should outlive Cæsar: we shall find of him You star'd upon me with ungentle looks; A shrewd contriver; and you know his means, And with an angry wafture of your hand, If he improve them, may well stretch so far Gave sign for me to leave you ; So I did; As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
Fearing to strengthen that impatience Let Antony and Cæsar fall together.
Which seem'd too much enkindled; and, withal, Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius IIoping it was but an effect of humour, Cassius,
Wbich sometime hath his hour with every man. To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs : It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep; Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards ; And, could it work so much upon your shape, For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
As it hath much prevailid on your condition, Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord, We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar; Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. And in the spirit of men there is no blood :
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,
He would embrace the means to come by it. Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Bru. Why, so I do:-Good Portia, go to bed. Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Por. Is Brutus sick and is it physical Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours Not bew him as a carcase fit for hounds;
Of the dank morning ? No, my Brutus ; And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
You have some sick offence within your mind, Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place, And after seem to chide them. This shall make I ought to know of: And, upon my knees, Our purpose necessary, and not envious;
I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
Have had resort to you; for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Kneel not, gentle Portia. If be love Cæsar, all that he can do
Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Is to himself,—take thought, and die for Cæsar;
Brutus. And that were much he should; for he is given Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, To sports, to wildness, and much company. Is it expected I should know no secrets
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; That appertain to you? Dwell I but in the For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes. Of your good pleasure ? Bru. Peace ! count the clock.
| Bru. Portia, you are my wife;
Por. If this were true, then should I know this And, friends, disperse yourselves ; but all remem
I grant I am a woman; but, withal,
I grant I am a woman; but, withal,
| Think you I am no stronger than my sex, But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Being so father'd and so husbanded With untir'd spirits and formal constancy: Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them; And so, good morrow to you every one.
I have made strong proof of my constancy, [Exeunt all but BRUTUS. Giving myself a voluntary wound Boy! Lucius !- Fast asleep! It is no matter; Here, in the thigh : Can I bear that with patience Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber;
And not my husband's secrets ? Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
Oye gods, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Render me worthy of this noble wife! Therefore tbou sleep'st 80 sound.
(Knocking within. Enter PORTIA.
Hark, hark ! one knocks: Portia, go in a while; O Brutus ! And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear; All my engagements I will construe to thee. Seeing that death, a necessary end, All the charactery of my sad brows:
Will come when it will come. Leave me with baste.
Enter Publius, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS,
Casca, TREBONIUS, and Cinna. SCENE. - The same. A Room in Cæsar's Palace.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR and
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Welcome, Publius. Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too ! walk forth?
Good morrow, Casca,-Caius, Ligarius, You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy Cæs. Cæsar shall forth: The things that As that same ague which hath made you lean.threaten'd me
What is't o'clock? Ne’er look'd but on my back; when they shall see | Bru.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, * Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
Enter Antony. Besides the things that we have heard and seen, See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. Is notwithstanding up: Good morrow, Antony. A lioness hath whelped in the street;
Ant. So to most noble Cæsar. And graves have yawn'd and yielded up their Cæs. Bid them prepare within :dead;
I am to blame to be thus waited for. O Cæsar ! these things are beyond all use, Now, Cinna:-Now, Metellus :- What, Trebonius! And I do fear them..
I have an hour's talk in store for you; Cæs.
Wbat can be avoided, Remember that you call on me to day: Whose end is purpos’d by thy mighty gods ? Be near me, that I may remember you. Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these predictions | Treb. Cæsar, I will ;-and so near will I be, Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.
[Aside. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; That your best friends shall wish I had been The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine Cæs. Cowards die many times before their
with me; deaths;
And we like friends, will straightway go together. The valiant never taste of death but once.
Bru, That every like is not the same, o, i æsar, Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! * Never paid regard to omens.
ACT III. SCENE.-The same. The Capitol; the Senate / Bru. He is address'd : press near, and second sitting.
him. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, Cassius, CASCA,
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your
hand. Decius, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, AN
Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, i TONY, LEPIDUS, Popilius, Publius, and others. That ca
" That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress ? Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat I fear our purpose is discovered.
An humble heart;
[Kneeling. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar : Mark him. Ces
I must prevent thee, Cimber, Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Might fire the blood of ordinary men ; Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, For I will slay myself.
Into the law of children. Be not fond, Bru.
Cassius, be constant; | To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; That will be thaw'd from the true quality For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you,
Low crooked curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
Thy brother by decree is banished: (Exeunt Antony and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR and if thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, the Senators take their seats.
I spurn thee, like a cur, out of my way Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.
| Will he be satisfied.