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As that same ague which hath made you learn
Bru. Cæfar, 'tis strucken eight.
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
" 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
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
Luc. I bear none, Madain.
Por. Pr’ythee, listen well:
Enter ARTEMIDOR US.
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;
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord;
SCENE, the Street before the Capitol, and the
Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA,
DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBON I US, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, ARTEMIDORUS, POPILIUS, 'PUBLIUS, and the Soothsayer.
Sooth. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone.
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.
Caf. What, urge you your petisions in the street ? Come to the Capitol.
Pop. I wish your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Caf. He wished to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear our purpose is discovered.
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;
That will be thawed from the true quality
(17) Know, Cæsar doth not wrong :] Ben Johnson, in the induction of his Staple of News, has a facer apon this paf