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If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
Alas, my lord,
Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Shall Cæsar send a lie ?
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;
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
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.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
So to most noble Cæsar.
(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!
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.
The same. Another part of the same street, before
the house of Brutus.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, listen well;
Luc. Sooth*, madam, I hear nothing.
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.