Remember 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,

Cas. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;

That your best friends shall wish I had been farther.

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!

[Aside.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The same. A street near the Capitol.

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, t 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. I

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 not to answer me, but get thee gone:

Why dost thou stay?

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 sickly 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. dffes moy indi asimonrož{

Enter SOOTHSAYER.

Por. Come hither, fellow;

Which way hast thou been?

Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. # abnor sail

Por. What is't o'clock ?

Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.

Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?" Gewurf to good be Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, seba

To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast 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.

may chance.

Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended towards him P
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear:
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 thereft atapos de
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.

[Exit.

Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thingal Boon BodIST

The heart of women 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, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry, come to me again,

And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

[Exeunt.

I

SCENE I-The same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting. A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the SOOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.

Cas. 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, str
At your best leisure, this, his humble suit.

Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar.
Cas. What touches us ourself, shall be last served.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Cas What, is the fellow mad?

rah, give place.

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

CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the SENATORS

rise.

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

Pop. Fare you well.

Bru. What said Popilius Lena?

[Advances to CESAR.

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.

Bru. 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, Brutus,

He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

Y

[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CAESAR and the SENATORS take their seats.

Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,

And 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.
Cas. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,

That Cæsar, and his senate must redress?

Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Cæsar,
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart:-

Cas. 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-crook'd curt'sies, and base spaniel fawning.

Thy brother by decree is banish'd;

If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.

Know, 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 banish'd brother?

[Kneeling,

Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; sud ow dod

Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may

Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

*Ready. God † Ordinance already established.

Cas. What, Brutus!

Cas. Pardon, Cæsar, Cæsar pardon:

As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,

To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

Cas. I could be well moved, 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 in 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 furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ;*
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and, that I am he,
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,

Cas. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæsar,-

Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ?

Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the neck. CESAR catches hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS.

Cæs. Et tu, Brute t-Then, fall, Cæsar.

[Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion.

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.

Dec. 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 no 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.

Re-enter TREBONIUS.

Cas. Where's Antony?

*Intelligent.

† And thou, Brutus!

Tre. Fled to his house amazed:

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 abridged
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! and 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?

Cas. 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?

Cas. 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.
Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;
Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down:
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cæsar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;

Say, I fear'd Cæsar, honour'd him, and loved him.
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony
May safely come to him, and be resolved
How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master Antony.
Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman;
I never thought him worse.

Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

* Steep yourselves in Caesar's blood.