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Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Good-morrow, Casca.-Caius Ligarius, Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy, As that same ague which hath made you lean. What is't o'clock? Bru.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
So to most noble Cæsar.
(Aside. That your best friends shall wish I had been further. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine
with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
Bru. That every like is not the same, 0 Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns* to think upon!
The same. A street near the Cupitol.
Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.
Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you: Secu. rity gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover*,
Artemidoras. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this. My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation t. If thou read this, o Cæsar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. (Exit.
The same. Another part of the same street, before
the house of Brutus.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Prythee, listen well;
Luc. Sooth®, madam, I hear nothing.
Come hither, fellow: Which way hast thou been? Sooth.
At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is't o'clock ? Sooth.
About the ninth hour, lady. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Sooth. Madam, not yet ; I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me, I shall beseech him to be friend himself. Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended to
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear
may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels, Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Exit.
Por. I must go in.--Ah me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, That Cæsar will not grant.--0, I grow faint : Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord; Say, I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
SCENE I. The same. The Capitol ; the senate
A crowd of people in the street leading to the Ca. pitol; among them Artemidorus, and the Sooth. sayer. Flourish. Enter Cæsar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and others.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar.
Ces. What touches is ourself, shall be last serv’d. Art. Delay vot, Cæsar; read it instantly.
· Ces. What, is the fellow mad? Pub.
Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Conse to the Capitol.
Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following. AU
the Senators rise.
Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may thrive.
Fare you well,
(Advances to Cæsar. Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?
Cas. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered.
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him.
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. Bru.
Cassius, be constant : Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth bot change. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you,
Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. (Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Cæsar and
the Senators take their seats.. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, Avd presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. Bru. He is address'd*: press near, and second
him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss, That Cæsar and his senate must redress? Met. Most high, most nighty, and most puissant