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[ACT IIE That your best friends shall wish I had been further. Caes. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
ACT THE THIRD.
A Street, near the Capitol.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house:
Stay not to answer me, but
Why dost thou stay?
Luc. To know my errand, madam.
For, 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:
Art thou here yet?
Luc. Madam, what shall 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,
Luc. I hear none, Madam.
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray;
And the wind brings it from the capitol.
Por. Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?
Art. At mine own house, good lady.
For, What is't o'clock?
Art. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the capitol?
Art. 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? Art. 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.
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him?
Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear. Good morrow to you. [Exit. Por. I must go in Ah me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is!—O Brutus! Brutus ! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!— Sure, the boy heard me▬▬▬▬ -Brutus hath a suit, That Cæsar will not grant.—O, 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.
The Capitol.—Senators seated.
Flourish.-CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA,DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, and ANTONY, discovered.
Cat. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Bru
He draws Mark Antony out of his way.
[Exeunt Antony and TREBONIUS.
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. Caes. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cæsar and his senate must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart.
Cas. I must prevent thee, Cimber;
Be not fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
With that, which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words;
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause, Will he be satisfied.
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear, For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar; Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of repeal. Caes. What, Brutus !
Cas. Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon;
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
Cas. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me :
But I am constant as the northern star,
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
That I was constant, Cimber should be banish'd,
Cin. O Cæsar
Cæs. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cæsar
Cas. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca. Speak, hands, for me.
Caes. Then fall, Cæsar!
Bru. Liberty! freedom!·
[They stab CESAR.
-tyranny is dead
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets-
Bru. People, and senators! be not affrighted;
Cos. Where is Antony?
Tre. Fled to his house, amaz'd.
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,'
Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures;
Cas. Why, he, that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit.
Now walk we forth, e'en to the market-place,
Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels,
Enter a Servant.
Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,
Sen'. I'll fetch him presently.
Bru. I-know, that we shall have him well to friend. Cas. I wish we may : but yet have I a mind,
That fears him much.
Bru. But here he comes. Welcome, Mark Antony ! Ant. O mighty Cæsar, dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure?--fare thee well. I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank; If I myself, there is no hour so fit,