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[Thunder and Lightning.

And I do know, by this, they stay for me

In Pompey's porch :

For now, this fearful night,

There is no stir, or walking in the streets;

And the complexion of the element

Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand,

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

[Going, R.

Casca. Stand close awhile; for here comes one in

haste.

Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;

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Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate

To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cianna?

Cin. I'm glad on't.

What a fearful night is this!

Cas. Am I not stay'd for? Tell me.

Cin. Yes,

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win

The noble Brutus to our party

[Thunder.

Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,

Where Brutus may but find it: and throw this

In at his window: set this up with wax

Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius, and Trebonius, there?

Cin. All, but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.

[Exit Cinna, R.

Come, Cassa you and I will, yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already; and the man entire,
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts,
And that, which would appear offence in us,

His countenance, like richest alchemy,

Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,

You have right well conceited. Let us go;

For it is after midnight; and, ere day,

We will awake him, and be sure of him

[Thunder and Lightning.-Exeunt, L.

SCENE II.-Rome.-Brutus Garden.-Thunder ana

Lightning.

Enter BRUTUS, R. S. E.

Bru. (c.) What, Lucius! oh!—
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, R. S. E.

Luc. Call'd you, my lord?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : When it is lighted, come and call me here:

Luc. I will, my lord.

[Exit Lucius, R. S. E.

Bru. [Pausing, c.] 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

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[Lightning

How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,

And that craves wary walking. Crown him?-That ;-
And then, I grant we put a sting in him,

That, at his will, he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But' tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face :
But, when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may :

Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel

Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Would run to these, and these extremities
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.

Re-enter Lucius, R.

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.-
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
Luc. I know not, sir.

Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

[Lightning.-Exit Lucius, ® The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them.

[Opens the paper, holds it up, and reads

"Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress!

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,"

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?
Rome?-

What!

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was called a king.—
Speak, strike, redress!"-Am I entreated then
To speak and strike? O, Rome!
I make the promise,

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If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Re-enter Lucius, r.

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

Bru. 'Tis good.—

[Knocking without, L.

Go to the gate; somebody knocks.-[Exit Lucius, L.

Since Cassius first

Did whet me against Cæsar, I've not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream":
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

Re-enter LUCIUS, L.

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 ;

They have 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, L.

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, conspiracy, Hide it in smiles and affability:

For, if thou path, thy native semblance on,

Not Erebus itself were dim enough

To hide the from prevention.

Enter, CASSIUS, followed by TREBONIUS, DECIUS, CASCA, CINNA, and METELLUS, with their faces muffled in

their gowns, L.

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus: Do we trouble you?

Bru. (R.) I have been up this hour; awake all night.Know I these men that come along with you?

Cas. (R.) 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 This is Trebonius. (c.)

you.

[They all uncover their faces.

Bru. (R. c.) He is welcome hither.
Cas. (c.) This, Decius.

Bru. (c.) He is welcome too.
Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;

And this Metellus Cimber.

Bru. (L. c.) They're all welcome.—

What watchful cares do interpose themselves

Betwixt your eyes and night?

Cas. Shall I entreat a word? [Retires up with Brutus. Dec. (R.) Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? Casca. No.

Tre. 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 deceived.

Here, as I point my hand, the sun arises;

Which is a great way growing on the south,

Weighing the youthful season of the year.

Some two months hence, up higher towards the north, He first presents his fire: and the high east

Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.

[Brutus and Cassius come forward.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.

Cas. And let us swear our resolution.

Bru. (c.) No, not an oath; if not the faiths of men,

The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse

If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So, let high-sighted tyranny range on,
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen,
What need we any spur, but our own cause,
To prick us to redress?

Unto bad causes swear

Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprize,

Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,

To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,
Did need an oath; when every drop of blood,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
1s guilty of a several bastardy,

If he do break the smallest particle

Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
Cas. (R. C.) But what of Cicero?

[Goes L.

Shall we sound him?

I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Met. Let us not leave him out.

Cin. (R.) No, by no means.

Tre. (R.) O, let us have him; for his silver hairs

Will purchase us a good opinion,

And buy mens voices to commend our deeds.

Bru. [Returns L.] O, name him not; let us not break

with him;

For he will never follow any thing

That other men begin.

Cas. Then, leave him out.

Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar Cas. Decius, well urged :-I think, it is not meet,

Mark Anthony, so well beloved of Cæsar,

Should outlive Cæsar: We shall find of him

A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,

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