ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. BRUTUS'S Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. Bru. What, Lucius! ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.- Lucius, I say! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: What, Lucius! Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Call'd you, my lord? Bra. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord. [Exit. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question. More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there, when I went to bed. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by thein. [Erit. [Opens the Letter, and reads. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Such instigations have been often dropp'd Where I have took them up. Shall Rome &c. Thus must I piece it out; Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Rome? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Speak, strike, redress!-Am I entreated then To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. [Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. [Exit LUCIUS. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The nature of an insurrection. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru. Is he alone? Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. Bru. Do you know them? Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction. O conspiracy! [Exit LUCIUS. Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspi racy; Hide it in smiles, and affability : For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS. Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest : Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you ? Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you? Cas. Yes, every man of them: and no man here, But honours you: and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourself, Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius. Bru. He is welcome hither. Cas. This Decius Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna; And this Metellus Cimber. Bru. They are all welcome. Betwixt your eyes and night ? Cas. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here ? Casca. No. Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv'd. Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, |