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What is't o'clock?

Bru. Cæfar, 'tis strucken eight.
Cæf. I thank you for your pains and courtesyr

Enter ANTONY.
See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is notwithitanding up. Good morrow, Antony.

Ant. So to moit noble Cæfar.

Cæs. Bid them prepare within. I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna ; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius ! I have an hour's talk in store for you; Remember that you call on me to-day; Be near me, that I may remember you. Treb. Cæfar, I will;--and so near will I be, [ fide.

best friends shall with I had been further. Gæf. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine And we like friends will go straightway together. Bru. That every like is not the same, o Cæsar,.

E fide. The heart of Brutus yerns to think upon ! [Exeunt.

Scene changes to a Street near the Capitol. (16) Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper.

“ Cæfar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caf“ fius; come not near Casca; have an eye to o Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus

(16) Enter Artemidorus,] In the Dramatis Per foviæ, through all the editions, Artemidorus is called a Soothlayer. But 'tis certain the Poet deligned two distinct characters. Artemidorus was neither augur, nor foorbtayer. "Tis true there was an Artemidorus, whose critic on dreams we still bave; but he did not live till the time of Antoninus. He likewise wrote, according to Suidas, of augury and pal. mistry. But this Artemidcruș, who had been Cæsar's holt

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" Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou " halt wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one r mind in all these men, and it is bent against “ Cæsar. If thou beest not immortal, look about " thee: fecurity gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!

Thy lover, Artemidorus." Here will I stand 'till Cæfar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this: My heart laments that Virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of Emulation. If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou mayest live; If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

Enter PORCIA 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 fide, 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 countel ! Art thou here yer?

Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else! Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look

well, a Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &c. did not pretend to know any think of the conspiracy against Cæsar by prescience or prognostication. He was a sophist, who taught that science in Greek at Rome; by which means being intimate with Brutus, and those about hini, he got into their secret ; and out of his old affection for Cæfar, was desirous of acquainting him with his danger.

For he went fickly forth : and take good note
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I bear none, Madain.

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.

Enter ARTEMIDOR US.
Por. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou
414. At mine own house, good Lady. [been?
Por. What is't o'clock !
Art. About the ninth hour, Lady.
Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Art. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. Por. Thou hast some fuit to Cæfar, hast thou

not ? Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar To be so good to Cæfar as to hear me: I shall beseech him to befriend himseif. Por. Why, knowelt thou any harm intended

towards him? Art. 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 there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Exit.

Por. I must go in.--ay.e me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus ! 'The Heavens freed thee in thine enterprize! Sure the boy heard me ---Brutus hath a fuit That Cesar will not grant....0, I grow faint;

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Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord;
Say, I ain merry; come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

[Exeunt severally

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SCENE, the Street before the Capitol, and the

Capitol open.

Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA,

DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBON I US, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, ARTEMIDORUS, POPILIUS, 'PUBLIUS, and the Soothsayer.

CÆSAR.

THE
HE Ides of March are come.

Sooth. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this schedule.

Dec. Trebonius doth dešre you to o'er-read, At

your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Art, O Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit That touches Cæsar nearer. Read it, great Cæfar.

Cæs. What touches us ourself fhall be last ferved.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar, read it instantly.
Gef. What, is the fellow mad?
Púb. Sirrah, give place.

Caf. What, urge you your petisions in the street ? Come to the Capitol.

Pop. I wish your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Car What enterprize, Popilius ?
Pop. Fare you well.
Bru. What faid Popilius Lena ?

Caf. He wished to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear our purpose is discovered.

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Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark him.

Caf. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done if this be known? *Cassius, or Cæfar, never thall furn back; For I will flay myself.

Bru. Cailius, be constant: Popilius Lena (peaks not of our purpose; For look, he smiles, and Cæfar doth not change.

Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Brutus,

Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And, prefently prefer his suit to Cæfar.

Bkil. He is addrest; prefs near, and second him. Cin..Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Cæf. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That.Cæsar and his Senate must redress ? (Cæfar,

Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat [Kneeling. An humble heart.

Gej. 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 lane of children. Be not fond,
To think that Cæfar bears such rebel blood,

That will be thawed from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet words,
Low crooked courtfies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;
If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way.
(17) Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without
Will he be fucisfied.

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(17) Know, Cæsar doth not wrong :] Ben Johnson, in the induction of his Staple of News, has a facer apon this paf

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