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Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear

may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Erit.

Por. I must go in-Ah me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, That Cæsar will not grant.-O, I grow faint : Run, Lucigs, and commend me to my lord; Say, I am merry : come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.



SCENE I. The same. The Capitol ; the senate


A crowd of people in the street leading to the ca

pitol; among them Artemidorus, and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, An. tony, 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. 1, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar. Ces. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd. Art. Delay pot, Cæsar ; read it instantly.

Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?

Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ? Come to the Capitol.

Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following.

the Senators rise.


Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius?

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.

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.

Cassius, be constant :
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you.

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, Aud presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. Bru. He is address'd*: press near, and second

him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That Cæsar and his senate must redress? Met. Most high, most nighty, and most puissant


* Ready.

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart;

(Kneeling. Cæs.

I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly 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 curt'sies, and base spaniel fawuing. Thy brother by decree is banished; If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. Kaow, 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, For the repealing of my banisli'd brother?

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Cæs. What, Brutus!

Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon :
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Ces. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow iu the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there's but one in all doth hold his place: . So, in the world; 'Tis furnished well with men, And men are fesh and blood, and apprehensive; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rankt,

Have an that, Brutusidon,

• Intelligent.

Continues to hold it.

Unshak'd of motion : and, that I am be,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

Cin. O Cæsar,
Cæs. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæsar,

Doth pot Brutus bootless t kneel? Dec. Speak, hands, for me. [Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck. Cæsar catches

hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other conspirators, and at last by

Marcus Brutus. Cæs. Et tu, Brutef?- Then, fall, Cæsar. [Dies. The Senators and people retire in con.

fusion. 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;
Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.
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 a 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.

# Solicitation.
+ Unsuccessfully.

And thou, Brutus?

Re-enter Trebonius. .
Cas. Where's Antony?

fled to his house amaz'd : Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures : That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: So are we.Cæsar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Cæsar's blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market place; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom ! aud Liberty! 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,
That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust?

So oft as that shall be,
So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave our country liberty.

Dec. What, shall we forth?

Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome.

Enter a Servant.

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

In Cæsar's blood.

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