Imatges de pàgina

He says he does; being then most flattered.
Leave me to work :
For I can give his humcur the true bent';
And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him..
Bru. By the eighth hour, is that the uttermoft ?
Cin. Be that the uttermoit, and fail not then,

Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæfar hatred,
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey ;
I wonder none of you have thought of him.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him :
He loves me well ; and I have giv'n bim realons ;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Caf. The morning comes upon’s; we'll leave you, Brutus ; And, friends ! disperse your selves ; but all remember What you have said, and thew your selves true Romans,

Bru. Good Gentlemen, look fresh and merrily ;
Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy ;
And so good-morrow to you every one. [Exeuni.

Manet Brutus.
Boy! Lucius ? fast alleep? it is no matter,
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of Number :

Thou hast no figures, nor no fantafies,
Which bufie care draws in the brains of men ;
Therefore thou Neep's so found.

SCENE III, Enter Portia.
Por. Brutus, my Lord ?

Bru. Portia, what mean you ? wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

Pcr. Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed : and yesternight at supper You suddenly arose and walk'd about, Muling, and fighing, with your arms a.cross : And when I ask'd you what the matter was, You star'd upon me with ungentle looks. I urg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head, And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot :


my Lord,

Yet I inlifted, yet you answer'd not,
But with an angry wafture of your hand
Gave sign for me to leave you : so I did,
Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
Which seein'd too much inkindled ; and withal,
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
And could it work so much upon your shape,
As it hath much, prevailid on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.

Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.

Bru. Why, so I do : good Portia, go to bed.

Por. Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced, and fuck up the humours
Of the dank morning ? what! is Brutus fick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt che rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness ? no, my Brutus,
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: and upon my knees,
I charge you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, your self, your half,
Why you are heavy: and what men to-night
Have had resort to you : for here have been
Some fix or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.

Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brwus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted, I should know no secrets
That appertain to you ? am I your self
But as it were in fort, or limitation ?
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To keep with you at meals, confort your bed,
And talk to you ? dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure ? if it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, ngt his wife.

Bru. You are my true and honourable wife ;
As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
That visit my fad heart.

Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant I am a woman; but withal, A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife: 1 grant

I am a woman ; but withal,
A woman well reputed ; Cato's daughter.
Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd, and so husbanded ?
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving my self a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh : can I bear that with patience,
And not my husband's secrets ?

Bru. Oye Gods !
Render me worthy of this noble wife.

Hark, hark, cne knocks : Portia, go in a while,
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my fad brows.
Leave me with hafte.

[Exit Portia. Enter Lucius and Ligarius. Lucius, who's there that knocks ?

Luc. Here is a fick man that would speak with you.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. Boy, stand afide. Caius Ligarius! how ?

Lig. Vouchsafe good-morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru. O what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, To wear a kerchief? would you were not fick !

Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you an healthful ear to hear of it.
Lig. By all the Gods the Romans bow before,

I here discard my fickness. Soul of Rome,
Brave son deriv'd from honourable loins,
Thou like an exorcist halt conjur'd up
My mortified fpirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible ;'
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do ?

Bru. A piece of work, that will make fick men whole.
Lig. But are not some whole that we must make fick ?

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,
To whom it must be done,

Lig. Set on your foot,
And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you,
To do I know not what : but it fufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
Bru, Follow me then.

SCENE IV. Cæsar's Palace,
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Julius Cæsar.
Cæf. Nor heav'n, nor earth, have been at peace to-night ;
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her Neep cry'd out,
Help, bo; they murder Cæsar. Who's within ?

Enter a Servant,
Ser. My Lord.

Cæs. Go bid the Priests do present facrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success
Ser. I will, my Lord.

Enter Calphurnia.
Calp. What mean you, Cæsar ? think you to walk forth?
You shall not ftir out of your house to-day.

Cæs. Cesar shall forth ; the things that threatned me,
Ne'er lookt but on my back : when they shall see
The face of Cæfar, they are vanished.

Calp. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me : there is one within,
(Besides the things that we have heard and seen)
Recounts most horrid fights seen by the watch.
A lioness hath whelped in the streets,
And graves have yawn'd and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadsons and right form of war,


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Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol :
The noise of battel hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
And ghosis did shriek and squeal about the streets.
O Cæfar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

Caf. What can be avoided,
Whose end is purpos’d by the mighty Gods ?
Yet Cæfar shall go forth : for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Cæfar,

Calp. When beggars die, there are no comets seen,
The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of Princes,

Cæf. Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once :
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear :
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come,

Enter a Servan:.
What say the Augurs ?

Ser. They would not have you to ftir forth to-day,
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.

Caf. The Gods do this in fame of cowardise :
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear. *

Calp. Alas, my Lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence :
Do not go forth to-day ; call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own,
We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house,
And he will say you are not well to-day :
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Caf. Mark Antony shall say I am not well,

one day,

# .--to day for fear :
No, Cajur shall not ; Danger knows full well,
That Cafar is more dangerous than he.
We were two lions litter'd
And I the elder and more terribles
And Cajar Thail go for:h.
falp. Alas, c.

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