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Sure, the boy heard me :---Brutus hath a suit,
[Ereunt. ACT III.
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.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer : Read it, great Cæsar.
Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv’d. Art. Delay not, Cæsar ; read it instantly. Cæs. What, is the fellow mad? Pub. Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street ? Come to the Capitol.
Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the
Pop. Fare you well. [Advances to CÆSAR.
Cas. He wish’d, to-day our enterprize 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.---
Bru. Cassius, be constant:
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. . [Ereunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR 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.
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
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 !
Cas. Pardon, Cæsar ; Cæsar, pardon:
Cas. I could be well mov’d, if I were as you ;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish’d,
Cin. O Cæsar,--
hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several
[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,
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted; .
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.