And for thy humour, I will stay at home. Caf. And you are come in very happy time, And tell them that I will not come to-day: Caf. Shall Cafar send a lie? Have I in conqueft ftretcht mine arm so far, Dec. Moft mighty Cæfar, let me know fome cause, Caf. The caufe is in my will, I will not come ; That is enough to fatisfie the Senate. But for your private fatisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. lpburnia here, my wife, ftays me at home : Your ftatue fponting blood in many pipes, Caf. And this way have you well expounded it. То To give this day a crown to mighty Cæfar. If you fhall fend them word you will not come, When Cæfar's wife fhall meet with better dreams : Pardon me, Cafar, for my dear dear love Caf. How foolish do your fears feem now, Calphurnia! I am afhamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go: Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Cafca, Trebonius, Cinna and Publius. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. 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 courtefie. See Antony, that revels long a-nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good-morrow, Antony. Caf. Bid them prepare within : I am to blame to be thus waited for. Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius! you, Remember that you call on me to-day, Be near me, that I may remember you, Treb. Cafar, I will; and fo near will I be, [Afide. That your beft friends fhall wish I had been further. And And we, like friends, will ftraightway go together. SCENE VII The Street. Enter Artemidorus reading a paper. [Exeunt. Cæfar, beware of Brutus, take beed of Caffius, come not near Casca, bave an eye to Cinna, truft not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber, Decimius Brutus loves thee not; tbou baft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beeft not immortal, look about thee: Security gives way to conspiracy The mighty Gods defend thee! Thy lover Artemidorus. If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may'st live; Enter Portia and Lucius. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the Senate-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, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldft do there.. O conftancy, be ftrong upon my fide, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; How hard it is for women to keep counfel! Art thou here yet? Luc. Madam, what should I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else [Exit. 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 press to him. Hark, boy! what noife is that? Luc. I hear none, Madam. Por. Pr'ythee liften well; I I heard a buftling rumour like a fray, Por. Come hither, fellow, which way haft thou been? Por. What is't a-clock ? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cæfar yet gone to the Capitol ? Art. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not? To be fo good to Cæfar, as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to defend himself. [Exit. Por. Why, know't thou any harm intended tow'rds him? 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 fuitors, Will crowd a feeble man almoft 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 -dye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Sure the boy heard me: Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar 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 fay to thee. ACT III. SCENE I. The Entrance into the Capitol. [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Casca, Decimus, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Sooth-fayer. HE Ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cafar, but not gone. Art. Hail, Cæfar! read this schedule. Det. Dec. Trebonius doth defire you to o'er-read, At your beft leifure, this his humble fuit. Art. O Cafar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit Caf. What touches us our felf, fhall be last serv'd. Pub. Sirrah, give place. Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Pop. with your enterprize to-day may thrive. Pop. Fare you well. Bru. What faid Popilius Læna ? Caf. He wifh'd to-day our enterprize might thrive: Bru. Look how he makes to Cæfar; mark him.' Bru. Caffius, be constant: Popilius Lana fpeaks not of our purpofe ; Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? let him go, And prefently prefer his fuit to Cæfar. Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him. That Cæfar and his Senate muft redress? Met. Moft high, moft mighty, and moft puiffant Cæfar, Caf. I must prevent thee, Cimber; [Kneeling. Τρ |