Ser. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. [Exit Servant. Caf. The gods do this in fhame of cowardice : Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence. Caf. Mark Antony thall fay, I am not well; SCENE V. Enter Decius. Caf. And you are come in very happy time, And tell them, that I will not come to-day: Gef. Shall Cæfar send a lye? Have I in the conqueft stretch'd mine arm fo far, - Decius, go tell them, Cæfar, will not come. Dec. Moft mighty Cæfar, let me know fome cause, Left I be laugh'd at when I tell them fo. Caf. The caufe is in my will, I will not come ; That is enough to fatisfy the fenate. to day for fear. No, Cæfar fhall not; Danger knows full well, And Cæfar fhall go forth. Cal. Alas, &c. 1 But for your private fatisfaction, * * * * For tinctures, stains, relies, and cognisance. * Gef. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say. And know it now, the fenate have concluded Το give this day a crown to mighty Cæfar. If you fhall fend them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Befides, it were a mock Apt to be render'd, for fome one to fay, Break up the fenate till another time, When Cæfar's wife fhall meet with better dreams. Lo, Cæfar is afraid! Pardon me, Cæfar; for my dear, dear love Caf. How foolith do your fears feem now, Calphur I am afhamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go. onc. [nia ? • Some lines feem to be wanting between this and the subsequent † proceeding, for advancement, establishment. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Cafca, Trebonius, Cinna, and Publius. And, look, where Publius is come to fetch me. Caf. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you ftirr'd fo early too? As that fame ague which hath made you lean. Bru. Cæfar, 'tis ftrucken eight. Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Caf. Bid them prepare within. I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius! Be near me, that I may remember you. Treb. Cæfar, I will; and fo near will I be, [Afide. That your best friends fhall wifh I had been further. Caf. Good friends, go in, and tafte fome wine with me; And we, like friends, will ftraightway go together. Bru. That every like is not the fame, O Cæfar, [Afide. The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Changes to a fireet near the Capitol. . Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper." Cafar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Caffius; come not near Cafca; have an eye to Cinna; truft not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius There is but one mind in all. thefe men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beeft? not immortal, look about thee: fecurity gives way to confpiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, ARTEMIDÓRUST. Here will I ftand till Cæfar pafs along, If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may't live ; Enter Portia and Lucius. [Exit. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the fenate house;. Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why doft thou stay? Luc. To know my errand, Madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue;, Art thou here yet? Luc Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else? Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went fickly forth; and take good note, What Cæfar doth, what fuitors prefs to him, Hark, boy!, what noise is that? Luc. I hear none, Madam, I heard a bustling rumour like a fray, Enter Artemidorus. Por. Come hither, fellow; which way haft thou been? Por. What is't o'clock? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ? Art. Madam, not yet; I go to take my ftand, To see him pafs on to the Capitol. Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not? Art, That I have, Lady, if it will please Cæfar To be fo good to Cæfar, as to hear me : fhall befeech him to defend himself. Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him! [Exitx Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear; Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow.. The throng that follows Cæfar 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 Cæfar as he comes along. Por. I must go in aye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus Brutus! The heavens fpeed thee in thine enterprife! Sure the boy heard me. Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar will not grant.—————0, I grow Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord; Say, I am merry; come to :ne again, And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. faint.. [Exeunt feverally.. A C T II. SCENE I. The Street before the Capitol, and the Capitel opens. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Ciana, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Soothsayer. HE ides of March are come. Gief. Sooth. Ay, Cæfar, but not gone. Art. Hail, Cæfar: read this fchedule. Dec. Trebonius doth defire you to o'er-read, At your beft leifure, this his humble fuit. Art, O Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit. Pub. Sirrah, give place. |