Thy honourable metal may be wrought And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure; ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. [Exit. A Street in Rome. Enter CASCA, his Sword drawn, and TREBONIUS meeting him. Tre. Good even, Casca: brought you Cæsar home? Why are you breathless, and why stare you so? Casca. Are you not moved, when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Trebonius! Have rived the knotty oaks : and I have seen [Thunder. Tre. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn, Who glared upon me, and went surly by, And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit, For, I believe, they are portentous things, ; Tre. Indeed, it is a strange disposed me Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius [Thunder. Tre. Good night, then, Casca, this disturbed sky Is not to walk in. Casca Farewell, Trebonius. [Exit TREBONius. Enter CASSIUS. Cas. Who's there? Casca. A Roman. Cas. Casca by your voice. Casca. Your ear is good, Cassius, what night is this? Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full of faults. For my part I have walk'd about the streets, And when the cross blue light'ning seem'd to open Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life, That should be in a Roman, you do want, Or else you use not; Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars, A man no mightier than thyself or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, And fearful as these strange eruptions are. Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean, is it not, Cassius? 1 Cas. Let it be who it is; for Romans now Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors: But woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead, And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; Our yoke and suff'rance show us womanish. Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators, to-morrow, Mean to establish Cæsar as a king: And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger, then; Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius. Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; If I know this, know all the world besides, So Casca. So can I: every bondman in his own hand bears, The power to cancel his captivity. Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then? So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, oh grief! Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man, That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand; Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far, As who goes farthest. Cas. There's a bargain made, Now know you, Casca, I have moved already, To undergo, with me, the enterprize, Enter CINNA. Casca. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so ? Cin. To find out you:-Who's that, Metellus Cimber? Cas. No; it is Casca, one incorporate To our attempts.-Am I not staid for, Cinna? O, Cassius! could you win the noble Brutus Cas. Be you content.-Good Cinna, take this paper: And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, us. Is Decius Brutus 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 bid me. [Exit CINNA. Cas. Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house; three parts of him Are our's already, and the man entire, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. [Exeunt. |