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Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
For. F should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted, I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? am I yourself, But, as it were, in sort or limitation ? To keep with you at meals, consort your bed, And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the
suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Bru. O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Knock.
Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Julius Cesar.
Cos. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to
night; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cry'd out, Help, ho ! they murder Cæsar !"--- Who's within?
Enter a Servant.
Cæs. Go, bid the priests do present sacrifice;
Serv. I will, my lord.
Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? think you to walk
forth? You shall not stir out of your
house to-day. Cæs. Cæsar shall forth;
the things, that threaten'd me, Ne'er look'd but on my back : when they shall see The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
That graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead.
Cæs. What can be avoided,
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen? The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of
princes. Com. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once: Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear : Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Enter a Servant. What say the Augurs? Serv. They would not have you to stir forth, to
day. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
Cæs. And you are come in very happy time,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Cæs. Shall Cæsar send a lie?
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.
Cæs. The cause is in my will, I will not come :
I will let
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it.
Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say; And know it now, the senate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar. If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock, Apt to be render'd, tor some one to say, “ Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams." If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, “ Lo! Cæsar is afraid ! Pardon, me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear, love To your proceeding bids me tell you this: And reason to my love is liable. Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem, now, Cal
phurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them.
I will go
Enter Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, aud Cinna. And look where Trebonius comes to fetch me.
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Cæs. Welcome, good Trebonius, welcome!
Tre. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
Ant. So to most noble Cæsar.
Cæs. Bid them prepare within :