SCENE III. The fame. Aftreet near the Capitol. ART. Cæfar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caffius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; truft not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beft not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to confpiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, Here will I ftand, till Cæfar pafs along, My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Artemidorus. If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may'ft live; L SCENE IV. The fame. Another part of the fame ftreet, before the houfe of Brutus. Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS. POR. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house ; Stay not to answer me, but get thee Why doft thou stay? Luc. To know my errand, madam. gone: POR. I would have had thee there, and here again Ere I can tell thee what thou fhould'ft do there. O conftancy, be fstrong upon my fide! Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! How hard it is for women to keep counfel! Art thou here yet? Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you and nothing else? POR. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went fickly forth: And take good note, What Cæfar doth, what fuitors prefs to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that? Luc. I hear none, madam. POR. Pr'ythee, liften well: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, Enter SOOTHSAYER. POR. Come hither, fellow : Which way haft thou been? SOOTH. At mine own houfe, good lady. SOOTH. About the ninth hour, lady. POR. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ? SOOTH. Madam, not yet; I go to take my ftand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. POR. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not? SOOTH. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæfar To be fo good to Cæfar, as to hear me, I fhall befeech him to befriend himself. POR. Why, know'ft thou any harm's intended towards him? [may chance. SOOTH. None that I know will be, much that I fear Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow; The throng that follows Cæfar at the heels, Of fenators, of prætors, common fuitors, Will crowd a feeble man almoft to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Caiar as he comes along. [Exit POR. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. The fame. The Capitol; the Senate fitting. A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the SoOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and Others. At CES. The ides of March are come. ART. Hail, Cæfar! Read this schedule. ART. O, Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit CES. What, is the fellow mad? PUB. Sirrah, give place. CAS. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. CESAR enters the Capitol, the reft following. All the Sena tors rife. Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. . Q iiij CAS. What enterprize, Popilius? Pop. Fare you well. BRU. What faid Popilius Lena? [advances to CESAR. CAS. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. I fear, our purpofe is difcovered. BRU. Look, how he makes to Cæfar: Mark him. CAS. Cafca, be fudden, for we fear prevention.- BRU. Caffius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cæfar doth not change. [Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CESAR and the DEC. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, BRU. He is addrefs'd: prefs near, and fecond him. That Cæfar, and his fenate, must redress? MET. Moft high, most mighty, and moft puiffant Cæfar, CES. I must prevent thee, Cimber. [Kneeling, With that which melteth fools; I mean, fweet words, If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn, for him, Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause MET. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To found more fweetly in great Cæfar's ear, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? CES. What, Brutus! CAS. Pardon, Cæfar; Cæfar, pardon : CAS. 1 could be well mov'd, if I were as you; The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, |