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Enter Publius, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS,
Casca, TREBONIUS, and Cinna.
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Bru.. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
So to most noble Cæsar.
Áside. That your best friends will 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, O Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye on 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: Security gives way to Conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,
Artemidorus. 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. If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.* [Exit.
SCENE IV. 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; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
. _ emulation.] Here, as on many other occasions, this word is used in an unfavourable sense, somewhat like factious, envious, or malicious rivalry.
— the fates with traitors do contrive.] The fates join with traitors in contriving thy destruction.
Why dost thou stay?
To know my errand, madam,
Madam, what should I do?
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, 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?
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 befriend himself.
Sooth. 1: Caesar ye not yet: La bitar.
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended
towards him? 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 croud 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 heaven speed thee in thine enterprize! 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.
ACT II. SCENE I. The same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.
A Croud of People in the Street leading to the
Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the
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.
Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd.
Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol.
CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All
the Senators rise. Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. · Cas. What enterprize, Popilius? Pop.
Fare you well.
[Advances to CÆSAR.. Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. Hewish'd, to-day our enterprize 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:
[Exeunt ANTONY and Trebonius. CÆSAR
and the Senators take their Seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And 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.
• He is address'd;] i.e. he is ready.