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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; As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Pur. If this were true, then should I know this se
I grant, I am a woman; but withal,
A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.
I grant, I am a woman; but withal,
A woman well reputed; Cato's daughter.
Tell me your counsels; I will not disclose them.
Giving myself a voluntary wound,
Here, in the arm :—Can I bear that with patience, And not my husband's secrets ?
Bru. O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Hark! hark! one knocks—Portia, go in a while;
And, by and by, thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
Thunder and Lightning.
Enter Julius Cesar.
Cos. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace tonight;
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cry'd out,
Help, ho! they murder Cæsar !"--Who's within?
Enter a ervan
. Ser . My lord.
Cæs. Go, bid the priests do present sacrifice; And bring me their opinions of success.
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.
Cas. Cæsar shall forth;—the things, that threaten'd
Ne'er look'd but on my back: when they shall see
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
That graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead. O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
Goes. What can be avoided,
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods?
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, today.
Plucking the entrails of an offering forth,
They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cas. The gods do this in shame of cowardice:
If he should stay at home, to-day, for fear.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence:
Do not go forth, to-day; call it my fear,
That keeps you in the house, and not your own.
Caes. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
Cas. And you are come in very happy time,
And tell them that I will not come to-day:
Cas. Shall Cæsar send a lie?
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
Coes. The cause is in my will, I will not come :
But for your private satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Your statue, spouting blood in many pipes,
Cas. 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."
Pardon, me, Cæsar; for my dear, dear, love
Cas. How foolish do your fears seem, now, Cal-
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
I will go.
Enter Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, aud Cinna.
Cas. Welcome, good Trebonius, welcome!
Tre. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.
Cats. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
See, Antony, that revels long o'nights,
Cæs. Bid them prepare within :
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Be near me, that I may remember you.
Tre. Cæsar, I will;- -and so near will I be,