Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
To undergo, with me, an enterprize
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
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, 3 like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Enter Cinna.
Casca. Stand close awhile, 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 findout you: Who'sthat? Metellus Cimber?

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?

Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me.



You are. · 0, Cassius, if you could but win
The noble Brutus to our party-

Cas. Be youcontent: Good Cinna, take this paper,
And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,
Where Brutus inay 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 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 bade me.

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Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.

[Exit Cinna,
Come, Casca, 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 alchymy, ,
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.
Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of

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. [Exeunt,

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.. SCENE I. The same. Brutus's Orcharda

. Enter BRUTUS. . Bru. What, Lucius! ho! . 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.
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. Bru. 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:-
How that might change his nature, there's the

i 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

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 mis

And kill him in the shell. . iii i

Re-enter LUCIUS.
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

nii Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,

4 Remorse from power:] Remorse is pity, tenderness.

- common proof,] Common proof means a matter proved by common experience.

base degrees -] Low steps. I ? as his kind,] i. e. like the rest of his species. "

his species.

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.
Luc. I will, sir.

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

[Opens the Letter; and reads. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress! Brulus, 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? What!

Rome? .. My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Speak, strike, redress !Am I entreated then To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make theě promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

Re-enter Lucius.
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody ; knocks.

[Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have 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.
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you. !

Is he alone?
Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.

Do you know them?
Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour.:

Let them enter.

[Exit Lucius.
They are the faction. O conspiracy!"
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, conspi-

racy; '
Hide in it smiles, and'affability:
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough i
To hide thee from prevention. ,




Enter Cassius, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS

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

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

8 - any mark of favour.] Any distinction of countenance.

9) For if thou path, thy native semblance on,] If thou walk in thy true form.

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