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Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :
[Knocking within. Hark, hark! one 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 sad brows: Leave me with baste.
Enter Lucius and Ligarius.
Lucius, who is that, knocks? Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak with
you. Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius ! how?
Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue,
Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,
. All that is charactered on.
Bru. A piece of work, that will make sick men
whole. Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make
Set on your foot;
Follow me then.
The same. A room in Cæsar's palace.
Thunder and lightning. Enter Cæsar, in his
night gown. Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace
to-night: Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Help, ho! they murder Cæsar! Who's within?
Enter a Servant.
Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
Enter Calphurnia. Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk
forth? You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
Cæs. Cæsar shall forib : The things that threat.
Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies*, Yet now they fright me. There is one withio, Besides the things that we have heard and seen, Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. A lioness hath whelped in the streets; And graves bave yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds, Iu ranks, and squadrons, and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The poise of battle liurtled t in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; Aud ghosts did shriek, and squealt about the streets. o Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. Cæs.
What can be avoided, Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these predictions Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar.
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
princes. Ces. 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.
Re-enter a Servant.
augurers ! Sero. They would not have you to stir forth to-day, Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice; Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
• Never paid a regard to prodigies or omens. # Encountered. # Cry with pain,
If he should stay at home to-day for fear.
Alas, my lord,
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
Cal Say, he is sick.
Shall Cæsar send a lie
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause; Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.
Cæs. The cause is in my will, I will not come;
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: And know it now; The senate have concluded To give, this day, a crown to mighty Cæsar. If you shall send them word, you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Cæsar is afraid ? Pardon me, Cæsar: for my dear, dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this; And reason to my love is liablet. Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal
phurpia ? I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go :
Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca,
Trebonius, and Cinna.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub, Good morrow, Cæsar.
* As to a saint, for reliques.
As to a prince for honours.