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And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,
Cas. I know were I will wear this dagger, then:
Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
If I know this, know all the world besides,
Casca. So can I :
So every bondman in his own hand bears,
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then?
So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, oh grief!
I, perhaps, speak this
Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man,
As who goes farthest.
Cas. There's a bargain made,
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already,
To undergo, with me, an enterprise,
Casca. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haste.
Cas. "Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? Cin. To find out you:—Who's that, Metellus Cimber?
Cos. No; it is Casca, one incorporate
To our attempts.—Am I not stand for, Cinna?
O Cassius! could you win the noble Brutus
Cas. Be you content.—Good Cinna, take this pa
And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bid me.
[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.
Luc. Call'd you, my lord?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my lord.
Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him;
But for the general. He would be crown'd
How that might change his nature? there's the ques tion
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder;
That at his will he may do danger with.
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees,
So Cæsar may :
Then, lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous;
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
[Gives him a Letter.
Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air,
Give so much light, that I may read by them.
[Opens the Letter, and reads.
Brutus, thou sleep'st, awake, and see thyself:
speak, strike, redress.
Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake.
Such instigations have been often dropp'd,
Shall Rome thus must I piece it out:
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? what! Rome!
To speak and strike? Q Rome! I make the promise,
If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not slept—
Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
Bru. Is he alone?
Luc. No, sir, there are more with him.
Bru. Do you know them?
Luc. No, sir; their faces are buried in their robes,
That by no means I may discover them,
By any mark of favour.
Bru. Let them enter.
They are the faction.—O conspiracy!
Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O then, by day
Where wilt thou find a 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.