That your

best friends shall wish I had been further. Cæs. 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 Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns9 to think upon !



The same.

A Street near the Capitol.

Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,

Artemidorus. Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along, And as a suitor will I give him this, My heart laments, that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.” If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live; If not, the fates with traitors do contriye. [Exit.

9 Grieyes.

I Friend.

2 Envy.


The sume.

Another Part of the same Street, before

the House of Brutus.

Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone :
Why dost thou stay?

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

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 Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc. I hear none, madam.

Pr'ythee, listen well;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Luc. Sooth,3 'madam, I hear nothing.

Enter Soothsayer.

Come hither, fellow: 3 Really.

Which way hast thou been?

At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o'clock ?

About the ninth hour, lady. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ?

Sooth. 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?

Sooth. 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's intended

towards him? Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I

fear may chance. Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cæsar 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 Cæsar as he comes along. [Exit.

Por. I must go in.--Ah me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Sure, the boy heard me:-Brutus hath a suit, That Cæsar will not grant.-0, I grow faint : Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Say, I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.




SCENE I. The same. The Capitol ; the Senate sitting:
A Croud of People in the Street leading to the Capitol;

among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothsayer.

Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar ; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire


to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
That touches Cæsar nearer : Read it, great Cæsar.'

Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last sery’d.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar ; read it instantly.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?

Sirrah, give place.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the Capitol.
CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.

All the Senators rise.
Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Cas. What enterprize, Popilius?



[Advances to CÆSAR. Bru. What said Popilius Lena ?


Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered.

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

Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar 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 Cæsar doth not change. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look

you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way.


and the Senators take their Seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.

Bru. He is address’d:4 press near, and second him.
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
.Cæs. 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 :-

[Kneeling Cæs.

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 Cæsar bears such rebel blood,

4 Ready.

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