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Cinna. O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceiv’d. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ; Which is a great way growing on the south, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the north He first presents his fire; and the high east Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Brutus. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Cassius. And let us swear our resolution.
Brutus. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, — If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, What need we any spur, but our own cause, To prick us to redress? what other bond, Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter?? and what other oath, Than honesty to honesty engag'd, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,& Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprize, Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Did need an oath; when every drop of blood, That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several bastardy, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.
* Perhaps Shakspeare wrote faith. ? Prevaricate. & Cautious.
Cassius. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means.
Brutus. O, name him not; let us not break with him ;9 For he will never follow any thing That other men begin. Cassius.
Then leave him out. Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. Decius. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar?
Cassius. Decius, well urg'd;—I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Should outlive Cæsar. We shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means, If he improves them, may well stretch so far, As to annoy us all: which to prevent, Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together.
Brutus. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; Like wrath in death, and envy? afterwards: For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar. Let us be sacrificers, but no butchers, Caius. We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar; And in the spirit of men there is no blood: 0, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas, Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds: And let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
9 Let us not break the matter to him.
And after seem to chide them. This shall make
Yet I do fear him:
Brutus. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
Trebonius. There is no fear in him, let him not die; For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes. Brutus. Peace, count the clock. Cassius.
The clock hath stricken three. Trebonius. 'Tis time to part. Cassius.
But it is doubtful yet,
Decius. Never fear that: If he be so resolvd,
Cassius. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Metellus. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard,
Brutus. Now, good Metellus, go along by him::
you, Brutus: And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember
have said, and show yourselves true Romans. Brutus. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it as our Roman actors do, With untir'd spirits and formal constancy: And so, good morrow to you every one.
Exeunt all but BRUTUS. Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures,y nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.
Enter PORTIA, Portia.
Brutus, my lord? Brutus. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you
2 By his house. Shapes created by imagination.
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head,
Brutus. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Portia. Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
Brutus. Why, so I do :-good Portia, go to bed.
Portia. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical To walk unbraced, and suck
Kneel not, gentle Portia.