For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

[Clock strikes.

Bru. Peace, count the clock.
Cas. The clock hath stricken three.
Treb. "Tis time to part.

Cas. But it is doubtful yet,

Whe'r Cesar will come forth to-day, or no:
For he is superstitious grown of late;
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies;t
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.

Dec. Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd,
I can o'ersway him: for he loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers:
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Let me work:

For I can give this humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the Capitol.

Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

Bru. By the eighth hour: Is that the utter


Cin. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then. Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cesar hard, Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder, none of you have thought of him.

Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along by him: He loves me well, and I have given him rea


Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.
Cas. The morning comes upon us: We'll
leave you, Brutus :- [member
And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all re-
What you have said, and show yourselves true

Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes:
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:
And so, good-morrow to you every one.
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS.
Boy! Lucius!-Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber :
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men ;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.


Por. Brutus, my lord!

Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?

It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning.
Por. Nor for yours neither. You have un-
gently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed: And yesternight, at sup-
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across :
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You star'd upon me with ungentle looks:
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your

And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you: So I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience,

Whether. Omens at sacrifices. Prognosticators.
By his house.
Show our designs.
1 Shapes created by imagination.

Which seem'd too much enkindled; and. withal,

Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
And, could it work so much upon your shape,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,*
I should not know you, Brutus.
Dear my

lord, Make me acquainted with your cause of grief. 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. Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours
Of the dankt morning? What, is Brutus sick;
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
And tempt the rheumyt and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: And, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Have had resort to you: for there have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.

Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.

Por. I should not need, if you were gentle

Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it expected, 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, comfort 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.

Por. If this were true, then should I know
this secret.

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.
Think you, I am no stronger than my sex,
Being so father'd, and so husbanded?
Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them:
I have made strong proof of my constancy,
Giving myself a voluntary wound [tience,
Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with pa-
And not my husband's secrets?
Bru. O ye gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife!

[Knocking within.
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.

All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery|| of my sad brows:-
Leave me with haste.


Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS. Lucius, who is that, knocks?

* Temper.

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Luc. Here is a sick man, that would speak | O Cesar! these things are beyond all use, And I do fear them.

with you.

Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake


Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! how? Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru. O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, [sick! To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not Lig. I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand Any exploit worthy the name of honour. Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,

Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before,

I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins!
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. A piece of work that will make sick

men whole.

Lig. But are not some whole, that we must make sick?

Bru. That must we also. What it is, my

I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,
To whom it must be done.

Lig. Set on your foot;

And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

Bru. Follow me then.


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Ces. What can be avoided,
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods?
Yet Cesar shall go forth: for these predictions
Are to the world in general, as to Cesar.

Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets

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What say the augurers? Serv. They will not have you to stir forth to-day.

Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.

Ces. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: Cesar should be a beast without a heart, If he should stay at home to-day for fear. No, Cesar shall not: Danger knows full well, That Cesar is more dangerous than he. We were two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible; And Cesar shall go forth.

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


We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house;
And he shall say, you are not well to-day:
Let me upon my knee, prevail in this.

Ces. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.


Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. Dec. Cesar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy


I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

Ces. And you are come in very happy time, To bear my greeting to the senators, And tell them, that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false; and that I dare not, falser; I will not come to-day: Tell them so, Decius. Cal. Say, he is sick.

Ces. Shall Cesar send a lie?

Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afeard to tell grey-beards the truth?
Decius, go tell them, Cesar will not come.
Dec. Most mighty Cesar, let me know some


Lest I be laugh'd at, when I tell them so.

Ces. The cause is in my will, I will not come; That is enough to satisfy the senate. But, for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: She dreamt to-night she saw my statue, Which like a fountain, with a hundred spouts, Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it. And these does she apply for warnings, por


And evils imminent; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will stay at home to-day.
Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;
It was a vision, fair and fortunate:
Your statue spouting blood in many pipes,

In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.t
This by Calphurnia's dream is signified.
Ces. And this way have you well expound-
ed 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 Cesar.
If you shall send them word you will not come,
Their minds may change. Besides, it were a

Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,
Break up the senate till another time,
When Cesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.
If Cesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cesar is afraid?

Pardon me, Cesar; for my dear, dear love
To your proceeding bids me tell you this;
And reason to my love is liable.+

Ces. How foolish do your fears seem now,

I am ashamed I did yield to them.-
Give me my robe, for I will go:-


And look where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub. Good morrow, Cesar.
Ces. Welcome, Publius.-
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?—
Good-morrow, Casca.-Caius Ligarius,
Cesar was ne'er so much your enemy,
As that same ague which hath made you

What is't o'clock?

Bru. Cesar, 'tis strucken eight.

Ces. I thank you for your pains and courtesy.


See! Antony, that revels long o'nights,
Is notwithstanding up:-

Good morrow, Antony.

-Ant. So to most noble Cesar. Ces. Bid them prepare within :I am to blame to be thus waited for.Now, Cinna:-Now, Metellus:-What, TreboI have an hour's talk in store for you; [nius! Remember that you call on me to-day: Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb. Cesar, I will:-and so near will I be, That your best friends shall wish I had been farther. [Aside. Ces. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;

And we, like friends, will straightway go together.

Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cesar,

The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Street near the


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sar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you:
Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty
gods defend thee! Thy lover,*

Here will I stand, till Cesar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.j
If thou read this, O Cesar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
SCENE IV.-The same.-Another part of the
same Street before the House of BRUTUS.

Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?


Luc. To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here [there.Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do O constancy, be strong upon my side! Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and


I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel !-
Art thou here yet?

Luc. Madam, what should 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,

For he went sickly forth: And take good note, What Cesar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.

Por. Pr'ythee, listen well;

heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Por. Come hither, fellow :
Which way hast thou been?
Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o'clock?

Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Cesar yet gone to the Capitol ?
Sooth. Madam, not yet; I go to take my
To see him pass on to the Capitol.


Por. Thou hast some suit to Cesar, hast thou


Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please To be so good to Cesar, as to hear me, Cesar I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended towards him?

Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. [row: Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narThe throng that follows Cesar at the heels, Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will croud a feeble man almost to death: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cesar as he comes along. [Exit.

Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a The heart of women is! O Brutus! [thing The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a suit, That Cesar 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. [Exeunt.

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I spurn thee like a cur out of my way. SCENE I.—The same.-The Capitol; the Sen- Know, Cesar doth not wrong; nor without [cause, Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my

ate sitting.

A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capitol; among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the SOOTHSAYER. Flourish. Enter CESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others.

Ces. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cesar; but not gone, Art. Hail, Cesar! Read this schedule. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit. Art. O, Cesar, read mine first; for mine's a suit [Cesar, That touches Cesar nearer: Read it, great Ces. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd.

Art. Delay not, Cesar; read it instantly.
Ces. What, is the fellow mad?

Puh. Sirrah, give place.

Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the Come to the Capitol.


CESAR enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the SENATORS rise.

Will he be satisfied.

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Cas. Pardon, Cesar; Cesar pardon: As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall, To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Ces. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there's but one in all doth hold his place: So, in the world; 'Tis furnish'd well with [sive; And men are flesh and blood, and apprehenYet, in the number, I do know but one


Pop. I wish, your enterprise to-day may That unassailable holds on his rank,


Cas. What enterprise, Popilius?
Pop. Fare you well.

[Advances to CESAR.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprise might
I fear, our purpose is discovered. [thrive.

Bru. Look, how he makes to Cesar: Mark him.

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear preven-

Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
Cassius or Cesar never shall turn back,
For I will slay myself.

Bru. Cassius, be constant:

Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cesar doth not change.

Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus,

He draws Mark Antony out of the way.

[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CESAR and the SENATORS take their Seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him And presently prefer his suit to Cesar. [go, Bru. He is address'd:* press near, and second him.

Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.

Ces. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cesar, and his senate must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most pu-
issant Česar,

Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart:-


Ces. I must prevent thee, Cimber. These couchings, and these lowly courtesies, Might fire the blood of ordinary men; And turn pre-ordinance, and first decree, Into the law of children. Be not fond, To think that Cesar bears such rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools; mean. sweet


[ing. Low-crook'd curt'sies, and base spaniel fawnThy brother by decree is banished;

If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,

* Ready.

Unshak'd of motion: and, that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant, Cimber should be ban-
And constant do remain to keep him so.
Cin. O Cesar,-

Ces. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Dec. Great Cesar,-

Ces. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel?
Casca. Speak, hands, for me.

[CASCA stabs CESAR in the Neck. CESAR catches hold of his Arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS. Ces. Et tu, Brute?-Then, fall, Cesar.

[Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion.

Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement! [out, Bru. People, and senators! be not af


Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.

Dec. And Cassius too.

Bru. Where's Publius?

Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cesar's

Should chance

Bru. Talk not of standing;-Publius, good cheer;

There is no harm intended to your person, Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius. Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the

people, [chief. Rushing on us, should do your age some misBru. Do so;-and let no man abide this But we the doers.

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Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and | Who else must be let blood, who else is rank:❤ As it were doomsday. [run, If I myself, there is no hour so fit

Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures:That, we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. 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: So are we Cesar's friends, that have abridg'd His time of fearing death.-Stoop, Romans, stoop,

And let us bathe our hands in Cesar's blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:
Then walk we forth, even to the market-place;
And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads,
Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty!
Cas. Stoop then, and wash.* How many ages

Shall this our lofty scene be acted over,
In states unborn, and accents yet unknown?
Bru. How many times shall Cesar bleed in

That now on Pompey's basis lies along,
No worthier than the dust?

Cas. So oft as that shall be,

So often shall the knot of us be call'd
The men that gave our country liberty.
Dec. What, shall we forth?
Cas. Ay, every man away:
Brutus shall lead; and we will grace his heels
With the most boldest and best hearts of

Enter a SERVANT.

Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's.

Serv. Thus, Brutus, did my master bid me kneel;

Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down:
And, being prostrate, thus he bade me say.
Brutus is noble, wise, valiant, and honest;
Cesar was mighty, bold, royal, and loving:
Say, I love Brutus, and I honour him;
Say, I fear'd Cesar, honour'd him, and lov'd
If Brutus will vouchsafe, that Antony, [him.
May safely come to him, and be resolv'd'
How Cesar hath deserv'd to lie in death,
Mark Antony shall not love Cesar dead
So well as Brutus living; but will follow
The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus,
Thorough the hazards of this untrod state,
With all true faith. So says my master An-

Bru. Thy master is a wise and valiant Ro-
I never thought him worse.
Tell him, so please him come unto this place,'
He shall be satisfied; and, by my honour,
Depart untouch'd.

Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit SERV. Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to


Cas. I wish, we may: but yet have I a mind, That fears him much; and my misgiving still Falls shrewdly to the purpose.

Re-enter ANTONY.

Bru. But here comes Antony.-Welcome, Mark Antony.

Ant. O mighty Cesar! 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,

* In Cesar's blood.

As Cesar's death hour; nor no instrument
Of half that worth, as those your swords,
made rich

With the most noble blood of all this world.
I do beseech ye, if yon bear me hard,
Now, whilst your purpled hands do reek and

Fulfil your pleasure. Live a thousand years,
I shall not find myself so apt to die:
No place will please me so, no mean of death,
As here by Cesar, and by you cut off,
The choice and master spirits of this age.

Bru. O Antony! beg not your death of us.
Though now we must appear bloody and cruel,
As, by our hands, and this our present act,
You see we do; yet see you but our hands,
And this the bleeding business they have done:
Our hearts you see not, they are pitiful;
And pity to the general wrong of Rome
(As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity,)
Hath done this deed on Cesar. For your part,
To you our swords have leaden points, Mark

Our arms, in strength of malice, and our hearts,
Of brothers' temper, do receive you in
With all kind love, good thoughts, and reve-


Cas. Your voice shall be as strong as any In the disposing of new dignities.


Bru. Only be patient, till we have appeas'd The multitude, beside themselves with fear, And then we will deliver you the cause, Why I, that did love Cesar when I struck him, Have thus proceeded.

Ant. I doubt not of your wisdom. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you:Let each man render me his bloody hand: Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand;Now, Decius Brutus, yours;-now yours, Metellus ;

Yours, Cinna;-and, my valiant Casca, yours;[Trebonius. Though last, not least in love, yours, good My credit now stands on such slippery ground, Gentlemen all,-alas! what shall I say?

That one of two bad ways you must conceit Either a coward or a flatterer.


That I did love thee, Cesar, O, 'tis true:
If then thy spirit look upon us now,
Shall it not grieve thee, dearer than thy death,
To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes,
Most noble! in the presence of thy corse?
Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds,
Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood,
It would become me better, than to close
In terms of friendship with thine enemies.
Pardon me, Julius!-Here wast thou_bay'd,
Here didst thou fall; and here thy hunters
brave hart;
Sign'd in thy spoil, and crimson'd in thy lethe.
O world! thou wast the forest to this hart;
And this, indeed, O world, the heart of thee.-
How like a deer, stricken by many princes,
Dost thou here lie?

Cas. Mark Antony,

Ant. Pardon me, Caius Cassius: The enemies of Cesar shall say this; Then, in a friend, it is cold modesty.

Cas. I blame you not for praising Cesar so; But what compact mean you to have with us? Will you be prick'd in number of our friends; Or shall we on, and not depend on you?

* Grown too high for the public safety.

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