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And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
Cas. I know were I will wear this dagger, then:
of tyranny, that I do bear, I can shake off at pleasure.
Casca. So can I :
-Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then?
Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man,
Cas. There's a bargain made,
To undergo, with me, an enterprise,
Cin. Yes, you are.--
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone
[Exit Cinna. Cas. Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house; three parts of him Arc ours already, and the man entire, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. [Exeunt.
Bru. 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!
tionIt is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking—Crown him—thatAnd then I grant we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. Th'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 proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upwards 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,
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
[Gives him a Letter. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day: Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
Luc. I know not, sir.
[Exit. Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air,
[Lightning 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---speak, strike, redress. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake. Such instigations have been often dropp'd, Where I have took them up. Shall Romethus 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? Q Rome! I make the promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st
[Knocks within Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, sir; their faces are buried in their robes,
[Exit Lucius. They are the faction.- conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find cavern dark enough, To mask thy monstrous visage ; seek none, conspiracy, Hide it in smiles and affability; For if thou put thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention.