Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait: He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? Cinna. To find out you.

Cimber?

Who's that? Metellus

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate

To our attempt. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
Cin. I am glad on 't. What a fearful night is

this!

There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Cas. Am I not stay'd for? Tell me.
Cin.

Yes, you are. O, Cassius! if you could 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,

Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax

Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?

Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
[Exit CINNA.

Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him

Is ours already; and the man entire,

Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's

hearts;

And that which would appear offence in us,

His countenance, like richest alchymy,

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of

him,

You have right well conceited. Let us go,

For it is after midnight; and, ere day.

We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. — The Same. BRUTUS's Orchard.

Enter BRUTus.

BRUTUS.

WHAT, Lucius! ho!

I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: what, Lucius !

Enter LUCIUS.

Lucius. 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,

But for the general. He would be crown'd:

How that might change his nature, there's the ques

tion.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

that;

That at his will he may do danger with.
Th' abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power; and, to speak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees.
By which he did ascend. So Cæsar may:

Then, lest he may, prevent: and, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities;
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mis-
chievous,

And kill him in the shell.

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.

[Giving 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. Luc. I will, sir.

Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light that I may read by them.

[Exit.

[Opens the letter and reads. "Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself.

Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! —
Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!" —

Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.

"Shall Rome, &c." Thus must I piece it out ;

Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!

Rome?

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome

The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.

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'Speak, strike, redress!”

Am I entreated

To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee

promise,

If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st

Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

Enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.

[Knocking 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,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The Genius, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

Enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.

Bru.

Is he alone?

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.

Bru.

Do you know them:

Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their

ears,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,

That by no means I may discover them

By any mark of favour.

Bru.

Let 'em enter.

[Exit LUCIUS.

They are the faction. O, conspiracy!

Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;

Hide it in smiles and affability:

For if thou path, thy native semblance on,

Not Erebus itself were dim enough

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. Know I these men that come along with you?

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
But honours you: and every one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of yourself,

Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

Bru.

He is welcome hither.

He is welcome too.

Cas. This, Decius Brutus.
Bru.

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;

And this, Metellus Cimber.