By which he did afcend: fo Cæfar may: Which hatch'd would, as his kind, grow mifchievous: Enter Lucius. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir: It did not lye there, when I went to bed. [ Gives him a letter. Is not to-morrow, boy, the Ides of March? Luc. I know not, Sir. Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word. 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'f; awake, and fee thy felf: - fpeak, frike, redrefs. Shall Rome Brutus, thou fleep'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 ftrike? 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. Bra. 'Tis good. Go to the gate, fome body knocks. Since Caffius first did whet me against Cæfar, [Exit Lucius. 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 fee 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 discover 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 visage? seek none, Confpiracy, Hide it in fmiles and affability: For if thou march, thy native femblance on, Not Erebus it felf were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. SCENE II. Enter Caffius, Cafca, Decimus, Cinna, Metellus, Caf. I think we are too bold upon your reft; Bru. He is welcome hither. Caf Caf. This, Decimus Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Caf. This, Cafea; this, Cinna; And this Metellus Cimber. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Caf. Shall I intreat a word ? [They tubifpers Dec. Here lyes the East: 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 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 fmalleft particle Caf.. But what of Cicero ? fhall we found him? Cafe. Let us not leave him out. Cin. No, by no means. 1 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 Cæfar? Caf. Decimus, well urg'd: I think it is not meet, Mark Antony fo well belov'd of Cæfar Should out-live Cæfar: we fhall find of him A fhrewd contriver. And you know, his means, 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 Cæfar 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 Cafar. Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die, Bru. Peace, count the clock. 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 |