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ACT III.

SCENE I.-- The same. The Capitol ; the Senate

sitting. A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol ; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIus, and others. Cæs. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cæsar ; but not gone. Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.

Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first : for mine 's a suit
That touches Cæsar nearer : Read it, great Cæsar.

Ces. What touches us ourself shall be last serv'd.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?
Pub.

Sirrah, give place.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ?
Come to the Capitol.
Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the

Senators rise.
Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius?
Pop.

Fare you well.

[Advances to CÆSAR. Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered. Bru, Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him. VOL. X.

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention-
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.
Bru.

Cassius, be constant :
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.

Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. Cæsar and

the Senators take their seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.

Bru. He is address'd :a press near, and second hint.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant

Cæsar,
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart :-

Kneeling. Cæs.

I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these Towly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men; And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet words, Low crooked curtsies, and base spaniel fawning. Thy brother by decree is banished : If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn, for him, I spuin thee, like a cur, out of my way. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong: nor without cause Will he be satisfied. Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,

a Address'd-ready.

To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.”

Cæs. What, Brutus !
Cas.

Pardon, Cæsar : Cæsar, pardon :
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Cæs. I could be well mov'd if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
So, in the world : 'T is furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshak'd of motion : and, that I am he
Let me a little show it,-even in this,
That I was constant Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cin. O Cæsar,
Cæs.

Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
Dec. Great Cæsar,—
Cæs.

Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Casca. Speak, hands, for me. (Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck. CÆSAR catches

hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several
other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS

BRUTUS.
Cæs. Et tu, Brute ?_Then fall, Cæsar.

Dies. The senators and people retire in
confusion.

Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead !-, Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, “ Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!"

Bru. People, and senators ! be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec.

And Cassius too.
Bru. Where 's Publius ?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing ;-Publius, good cheer ; There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else : so tell them, Publius.

Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief.

Bru. Do so ;—and let no man abide this deed But we the doers.

Re-enter TREBONIUS.
Cas. Where is Antony?

Tre. Fled to his house amaz’d:
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
As it were doomsday.

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures :-
That we shall die we know ; 't is but the time,
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

Casca. Why be that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death,

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
So are we Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd
His time of fearing death.–Stoop, Romans, stool),
And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords :
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place;
And waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let 's all cry, Peace, Freedom, and Liberty!

Cas. Stoop then, and wash. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn, and accents yet unknown!

Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust!
Cas.

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave their country liberty.

Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas.

Ay, every man away :
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant. Brii. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel ;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ;
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say :
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving;
Say, I lov'd Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear d Cæsar, honour'd him, and lov'd him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe that. Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd
How Cæsar hath desery'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.

Bru. Thy inaster is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied ; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'.

Serv. I 'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant.

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