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Enter Publius, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS,

Casca, TREBONIUS, and Cinna.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Cues.

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.

Enter ANTONY.

See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
Is notwithstanding up:-
Good morrow, Antony.
Ant.

So to most noble Cæsar.
Cæs. Bid them prepare within:
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna:- Now, Metellus :—What, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Treb. Cæsar, I will:—and so near will I be,

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!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.
The same. A Street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS reading a Paper.

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.

me.

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?
Luc.

To know my errand, madam,
Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.-
O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Art thou here yet?
Luc.

Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look

well,
For he went sickly forth: And take good note,
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.
Por.

Pr'ythee, listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Por.

Enter Soothsayer.

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.

Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I. The same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.

ime

A Croud of People in the Street leading to the

Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the
Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS,
Cassius, Casca, Decius, MeTELLUS, TREBO-
NIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUB-
LIUS, and Others.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.

Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

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.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?
Pub.

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:
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not 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, 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.

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