By which he did afcend: so Cæfar may : Then, left he may, prevent. And fince the quarrel Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities: Which hatch'd would, as his kind, grow mischievous: Enter Lucius. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir: Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus feal'd up, and I am fure It did not lye there, when I went to bed. [ Gives him a letter. Is not to-morrow, boy, the Ides of March? Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word. Lue. I will, Sir. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give fo much light, that I may read by them. [Exit. [Opens the letter, and reads. Brutus, thou sleep'ft; arake, and fee thy felf: fpeak, frike, redress. Shall Rome Brutus, thou sleep'ft: awake. Such inftigations have been often dropt, Shall Rome-thus muft I piece it out, Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe? what, Rome? The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a King. To fpeak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. Enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, March is wafted fourteen days. [Knock within. Since Caffius first did whet me against Cafar, Be Between the acting of a dreadful thing, The nature of an infurrection. Enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Caffius at the door, Who doth defire 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 pluckt about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may difcover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction. O Confpiracy !! [Exit Lucius. Sham'st thou to fhew thy dang'rous brow by night, When evils are moft free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, To mask thy monftrous vifage? feek none, Confpiracy, For if thou march, thy native femblance on, To hide thee from prevention. SCENE II. Enter Caffius, Cafca, Decimus, Cinna, Metellus, Caf. I think we are too bold upon your reft ; Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you? Caf. Yes, every man of them; and no man here But honours you and every one doth with Bru. He is welcome hither. Afide Caf. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Caf. Shall I intreat a word? [They whisper: Dec. Here lyes the Eaft: doth not the day break here? Cafc. No. Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth, and yon grey lines, Cafe. You fhall confefs that you are both deceiv'd: Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one, Bru. No, not an oath: if that the face of men, The The even virtue of our enterprize, Nor th'infuppreffive mettle of our spirits, : To think, that or our caufe, or our performance, If he doth break the smallest particle Caf. But what of Cicero ? fhall we found him? Cin. No, by no means. Met. O let us have him, for his filver hairs And buy mens voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O name him not let us not break with him, That other men begin. Caf. Then leave him out. Dec. Indeed, he is not fit. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cafar? Caf. Decimus, well urg'd: I think it is not meet, Should out-live Cæfar: we shall find of him Let Antony and Cæfar fall together. Bru. Our courfe will feem too bloody, Caius Caffius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs ; Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards: For Antony is but a limb of Cæfar. Let us be facrificers, but not butchers : Cafar Cafar muft bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Caf. Yet I do fear him; For the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar Bru. Alas, good Caffius, do not think of him: Is to himself, take thought, and die for Cæfar. Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die, For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. [Clock ftrikes. Bru. Peace, count the clock. Caf. The clock hath stricken three. Treb. 'Tis time to part. Caf. But it is doubtful yet, If Cæfar will come forth to-day, or no: Dec. Never fear that; if he be fo refolv'd, R He |