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Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus,
Cas. I think, we are too bold upon your rest ; Good morrow, Brutus, do we trouble you?
Bru. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cas. Yes, every man of them, and no man here,
Bru. He is welcome hither.
Cas. This Casca; this Cinna;
Bru. They are all welcome.
Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper.
Cin. O pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de
ceiv'd; Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises, Which is a great way growing on the south, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the north, He first presents his fire, and the high east Stands as the Capitol, directly here.
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Bru. No, not an oath—if that the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed : So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Till each man drop by lottery ;—but if these, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen, What need we any spur, but our own cause, To prick us to redress? What other bond, Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter ? and what other oath, Than honesty to honesty engag'd, That this shall be, or we will fall by it? Swear priests and cowards, and such suffering souls, That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprize, Nor th' insuppressive metal of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, Did need an oath. When ev'ry drop of blood, That ev'ry Roman bears, and nobly bears, Is guilty of a several bastardy, If he doth break the smallest particle, Of any promise that hath pass'd his lips.
Cos. But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
Met. O, let us have him, for his silver hairs.
Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him;
Cas. Then leave him out.
Cas. Yet do I fear him;
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
Tre. There is no fear in him; let him not die; For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes Three.
Casca. But it is doubtful yet,
Dec. Never fear that; if he be so resolv'd,
Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard. Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: He loves me well; and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Cos. The morning comes upon 's; we will leave
you, Brutus; And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What you have said, and show yourselves true Bo
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes;
But bear it, as our Roman actors do,
[Exeunt all but Brutus.
Enter Portia. Por. Brutus, my
lord! Bru. Portia, what mean you ?--wherefore rise you
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. Brutus is wise; and were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why, so I do—Good Portia, go to bed;
Por. What, is Brutus sick?