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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
Ces. What touches us ourself shall be last serv'd.
Sirrah, give place.
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-
Cassius, be constant :
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.
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,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Cæs. What, Brutus !
Pardon, Cæsar : Cæsar, pardon :
Cæs. I could be well mov'd if I were as you;
Cin. O Cæsar,
Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
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
Dies. The senators and people retire in
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;
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
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.
Tre. Fled to his house amaz’d:
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures :-
Casca. Why be that cuts off twenty years of life
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
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,
So oft as that shall be,
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Ay, every man away :
Enter a Servant. Brii. Soft, who comes here ? A friend of Antony's.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel ;
Bru. Thy inaster is a wise and valiant Roman;
Serv. I 'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant.