That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand:
Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
And I will set this foot of mine as far,

As who goes farthest.

Cassius.

There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
To undergo with me, an enterprize
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
There is no stir, or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element

Is favour'd, like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Enter CINNA.

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. Cassius. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;

He is a friend.—Cinna, where haste you so?

Cinna. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

Cassius. No, it is Casca; one incorporate

To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?

Cinna. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this? There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Cassius. Am I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me.

Cinna.

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win

The noble Brutus to our party—

Yes,

Cassius. Be you content: good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,

Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this

In at his window: set this up with wax

Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?

Cinna. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone

7 Appears.

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cassius. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
[Exit CINNA.

Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already; and the man entire,
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Casca. O, he sits high, in all the people's hearts:
And that, which would appear offence in us,

His countenance, like richest alchymy,

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

Cassius. Him, and his worth, and our great need of

him,

You have right well conceited.

For it is after midnight; and ere day,

Let us go,

[Exeunt.

We will awake him, and be sure of him.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-BRUTUS's Orchard.

Enter BRUTUS.

Brutus. 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!

Enter LUCIUS.

Lucius. Call'd you, my

lord?

Brutus. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:

When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Lucius. I will, my lord.

[Exit.

Brutus. 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:

How that might change his nature, there's the 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 Cæsar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof9
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face:
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees 1
By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may;

1

Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these, and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous;
And kill him in the shell.

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Lucius. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This paper, thus seal'd up; and I am sure,

It did not lie there when I went to bed.
Brutus. Get you to bed again, it is not day

Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
Lucius. I know not, sir.

Brutus. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Lucius. I will, sir.

Brutus. 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!

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake

8 Pity, tenderness.

• Experience.

I Low steps.

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 thee
promise,

If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Lucius. Sir, March has wasted fourteen days.

[Knock within.

Brutus. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody

knocks.

[Exit LUCIUS.

Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not slept.

2

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

The nature of an insurrection.

Re-enter Lucius.

Lucius. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.

Brutus.

Is he alone?

Lucius. No, sir, there are more with him.

Brutus.

Do you know them?

Lucius. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their

ears,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks,

2 Vision.

That by no means I may discover them
By any mark of favour, 3

Brutus.

Let them enter.

[Exit LUCIUS.

They are the faction. O conspiracy!

Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day,

Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough

To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles, and affability:

For if thou path, thy native semblance on,*

Not Erebus itself were dim enough

To hide thee from prevention.

Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.

Cassius. I think we are too bold upon your rest:
Good morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you?

Brutus. I have been up this hour; awake all night.
Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cassius. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
But honours you: and every one doth wish
You had but that opinion of yourself,

Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

Brutus.

He is welcome hither.

He is welcome too.

Cassius. This, Decius Brutus.

Brutus.

Cassius. This, Casca; this, Cinna;

And this Metellus Cimber.

Brutus.

They are all welcome.

What watchful cares do interpose themselves

Betwixt your eyes and night?

Cassius. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. Decius. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here?

Casca. No.

3 Countenance. 4 Walk in thy true form.

5 Hell.