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Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
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
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
Cas. Be youcontent: Good Cinna, take this paper,
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.
Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts:
. 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 !
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
[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:-
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
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
But when he once attains the upmost round, · He then unto the ladder turns his back, .
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
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. "
It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Luc. I know not, 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!
[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
Is he alone?
Do you know them?
Let them enter.
Enter Cassius, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
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.