Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Con For if thou path, thy native semblance on, To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS. Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus. Do we trouble you? Bru. I have been up this hour; awake all night. Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here Which every noble Roman bears of you. Bru. He is welcome hither. Cas. This, Decius Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here? Casca. No. Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; a Path-walk on a trodden way-move forward amidst observ. ation. Which is a great way growing on the south, Some two months hence, up higher toward the north Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Nor the insuppressive metal of our spirits, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think he will stand very strong with us. a Cautelous-wary, circumspect. Casca. Let us not leave him out. Cin. No, by no means. And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him; For he will never follow anything That other men begin. Cas. Then leave him out. Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar? Cas. Decius, well urg'd:-I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him Let Antony and Cæsar fall together. Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius. This shall make And after seem to chide them. Cas. Is to himself,-take thought, and die for Cæsar : Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; Bru. Peace! count the clock. [Clock strikes. The clock hath stricken three. Treb. "T is time to part. Cas. Let me work: For I can give his humour the true bent; Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the uttermost? Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none of you have thought of him. Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him;a He loves me well, and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Cas. The morning comes upon us: We'll leave you, And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember And so, good morrow to you every one. [Exeunt all but BRUTUS. Boy! Lucius!-Fast asleep! It is no matter; Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Por. Enter PORTIA. Brutus, my lord! Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning. Por. Nor for yours neither. Brutus, You have ungently, Stole from my bed: And yesternight, at supper, a By him-by his house. |