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Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their
Let them enter.
Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cim
ber, 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,
He is welcome hither.
He is welcome too,
They are all welcome, What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
+ Walk in thy true form,
Cas. Shall I entreat a word? (They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break
here? Casca. No.
Cin. 0, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de
ceiv'd. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises; Which is a great way growing on the south, Weighiog the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the
north He first presents his fire; and the high east Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Cas. And let ns swear our resolutiou.
Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face* of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, If these be motives weak, break off betines, And every man hence to his idle bed ; So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lotteryt. But if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, What need we any spur, but our own cause, To prick us to redress? what other bond, Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter ? and what other oath, Than honesty to honesty engag'd, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelousy, Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise,
* Perhaps Shakspeare wrote faith.
Prevaricate. · Cautious. VOL. VII.
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Cusca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means.
Then leave him out.
For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.
Yet I do fear him:
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him: If he love Cæsar, all that he can do Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar: And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness, and much company.
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes. Bru. Peace, count the clock. Cas.
The clock hath stricken three. Treb. 'Tis time to part. Cas,
But it is doubtful yet, Whe'r. Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no: For be is superstitious grown of late; Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies t: It may be, these apparent prodigies,
+ Omens at sacrifices.
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd,
Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
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 t: He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; Send bim but hither, and I'll fashion him. Cas. The morning comes upon us : We'll leave
you, Brutus ;And, friends, disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Ro.
mans. Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy: And so, good-morrow to you every one.
[Exeunt all but Brutus. Boy! Lucius !-Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast po figures g, nor no fantasies,
* Prognosticators. + By his house.
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