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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 !
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.
Another Part of the same Street, before
the House of Brutus.
Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS,
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, listen well;
Come hither, fellow: 3 Really.
Which way hast thou been?
At mine own house, good lady.
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:
among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothsayer.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last sery’d.
Sirrah, give place.
All the Senators rise.
[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.
[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR
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.
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,