No, Cæsar shall not: Danger knows full well We are A two lions litter'd in one day, 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. That is enough to satisfy the senate. And evils imminent; and on her knee DEC. This dream is all amiss interpreted; Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, a We are two lions, &c.] The old reading is, "We heare," &c., for which Theobald printed "We were," &c., and this until recently has been the ordinary text; at the present time, however, Upton's emendation, " We are," &c., is very justly preferred. Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood; and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. CES. 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 If your best friends shall wish I had been further. CES. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me ; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. BRU. [Aside.] That every like is not the same, O, Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A street near the Capitol. Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper. ART. Caesar, 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. * Security gives way to, &c.] The meaning is, over-confidence affords a passage, &c. Thy lover, It need hardly be repeated that "lover" was If thou beest 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, If thou read this, O, Cæsar, thou mayst live; 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? formerly equivalent to friend. c contrive.] See note (a), p. 429, Vol. II. Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.- Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. Luc. Madam, what should I do? For he went sickly forth and take good note Luc. I hear none, madam. SOOTH. About the ninth hour, lady. 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 To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me, SOOTH. None that I know will be, much that I Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, Enter Soothsayer. Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Erit. POR. I must go in.-Ay me! how weak a thing POR. Come hither, fellow which way hast Say I am merry: come to me again, thou been? SOOTH. At mine own house, good lady. POR. What is 't o'clock ? And bring me word what he doth say to thee. BRU. He is address'd: press near and second him. CIN. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. 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 [Kneeling. CES. If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause MET. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, BRU. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; (*) Old text, lane. abe constant.] Be firm, steady, self-possessed. baddress'd:] Prepared, ready. C CASCA. Are we all ready?] In the old copy these words begin Cæsar's speech; there can be little doubt that Mr. Collier's Cæs. What, Brutus! CAS. Pardon, Cæsar: Cæsar, pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, CIN. O, Cæsar— CAS. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? CES. |