Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them :
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound
Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience,
And not my husband's secrets ?

Oye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!

[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.

[Erit Portia.

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,
Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave

To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick!

Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

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,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins !
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

. 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

sick ?
Bru. That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.

Set on your foot;
And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

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.
Sero. My lord ?

Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success.
Serv. I will, my lord.


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.

en'd me,

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.

What say


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.
No; Cæsar shall not: Dauger knows full well,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
We were two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and inore terrible;
And Cæsar shall go forth.

Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is copsun'd in confidence.
Do not go forth to-day : Call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say, you are not well to-day :
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Enter Decius.

Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Dec. Cæsar, all hail ! Good morrow, worthy

Cæsar :
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my greeting to the senators,
And tell tirem, that I will not come to-day:
Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius.

Cal Say, he is sick.

Shall Cæsar send a lie
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

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;
That is enough to satisfy the senate.
But, for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt to-night she saw my statua,
Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts,

Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And these does she apply for warnings, portents,
And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to day.

Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate :
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath’d,
Signifies that from you great Rome sball press
Reviving blood and that great men shall suck
For tinctures, strains, relicks*, and cognizancet.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.

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.

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