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If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
No; Cæsar shall not: Danger knows full well,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
We were two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible;
And Cæsar shall go forth.
Cal.

Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day: Call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say, you are not well to-day:
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Enter Decius.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cæsar, all hail ! Good morrow, worthy

Cæsar:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell them, that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser ;
I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius.

Cal. Say, he is sick.
Cæs.

Shall Cæsar send a lie ?
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause; Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.

Cæs. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But, for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts,

Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall press
Reviving blood and that great men shall suck
For tinctures, strains, relicks, and cognizancet.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it.

Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now; The senate have concluded To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. If you shall send them word, you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Break up the senate till another time, When Cesar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Cesar is afraid? Pardon me, Cæsar: for my dear, dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liablet. Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal

phurnia ? I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go :

Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca,

Trebonius, and Cinna.

And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar,

• As to a saint, for reliques.
# As to a prince for honours.
1 Subordinate.

Cæs.

Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good-morrow, Casca.--Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you lean.- .
What is't o'clock?
Bru.

Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.

Enter Antony.

See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
Is notwithstanding up:
Good morrow, Antony.
Ant.

So to most noble Cæsar.
ces. Bid them prepare within :-
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna:-Now, Metellus:--What, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you ;
Remen ber that you call on me to-day.
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Treb. Cæsar, I will and so near will I be,

(Aside. That your best friends shall wish I had beep further. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine

with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together,

Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns* to think upon!

(Exeunt.

* Grieves.

SCENE III.

The same. A street near the Cupitol.

Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna: trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you : Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover*,

Artemidorus. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation t. If thou read this, o Cæsar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. (Exit.

SCENE IV.

The same. Another part of the same street, before

the house of Brutus.

Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr’ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay Dot to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?

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Luc.

To know my errand, madam.
Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.
O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel! -
Art thou here yet?
Luc.

Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
For he went sickiy forth: And take good note,
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.
Por.

Pr'ythee, listen well;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc. Sooth*, madam, I hear nothing.

ady.

Enter Soothsayer. Por.

Come hither, fellow: Which way hast thou been? Sooth.

At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is't o'clock? Sooth.

About the ninth hour, la Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, bast thou not?

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended to.

wards him?

* Really.

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