Caf. And you are come in very happy time, Caf. Shal! Cefar fend a Lie? Have I in Conqueft ftretcht mine Arm fo far, Dec. Moft mighty Cafar, let me know fome Caufe, Caf. The Caufe is in my Will, I will not come; Because I love you, I will let you know. Your Statue fpouting Blood in many Pipes, Caf. And this way have you well expounded it. When Cafar's Wife shall meet with better Dreams: If Cafar hide himself, fhall they not whisper, Pardon me, Cafar, for my dear dear Love, To your Proceding, bids me tell you this: Cafe How foolih do your Fears feem now, Calphurnia? I am afhamed I did yield to them. Give me my Robe, for I will go. Enter Brutus, Ligarins, Metellus, Caska, Trebonius, Cinna, and Publius. "2 And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Pub. Good Morrow, Cafar. Caf. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you ftirr'd fo early too? As that fame Ague which hath made you lean. Bru. Cafar, 'tis ftrucken eight. Caf. I thank you for your Pains and Courtefie. See Antony, that revels long a-nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good Morrow, Antony. I am to blame to be thus waited for.. 1 [Afide That your best Friends fhall wish I had been further. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE: III. The Street. Enter Artimedorus reading a Paper. Cæfar, beware of Brutus, take heed of Caffius, come not near Caska, have an Eye to Cinna, truft not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber, Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one Mind in all thefe Men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beeft not Immortal, look about thee: Security gives way to Conspiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee. Thy Lover Artemidorus. Here will I ftand, 'till Cafar pafs along, If thou read this, O Cafar, thou may't live; Por. I prithee, Boy, run to the Senate-houfe, Luc. To know my Errand, Madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Set a huge Mountain 'tween my Heart and Tongue; Art thou here yet? Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing elfe? And so return to you, and nothing elfe? Por. Yes, bring me word, Boy, if thy Lord look well, ར For he went fickly forth: and take good note, What Cafar doth, what Suitors prefs to him. Luc. I hear none, Madam. I heard a bustling Rumour like a Fray, Exit. And And the Wind brings it from the Capitola Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing. Enter Artemidorus. Por. Come hither Fellow, which way haft thou been? Art. At mine own Houfe, good Lady. Por. What is't a Clock? Art. About the ninth Hour, Lady. Por. Is Cafar yet gone to the Capitol? Art. Madam, not yet, I go to take my ftand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. Por. Thou haft fome Suit to Cafar, hift thou not? To be fo good to Cafar, as to hear me: I fhall befeech him to defend himself. Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him? Art. None that I know will be, Much that I fear may chance. Good Morrow to you. Here the Street is narrow: I'll get me to a place more void, and there Aye me! how weak a thing The Heart of Woman is! O Brutus! O, I grow faint: Exit. Say I am merry; come to me again, And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. [Exeunt. ACT ACT II. SCENE 1. SCENE The Capitol. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Caska, Decius, Me- Art. Hal, Cafar: Read this Schedule. Art. O Cafar, read mine firft; for mine's a Suit Pub. Sirrah, give place. Caf. What, urge you your Petitions in the Street? Pop. I with your Enterprize to Day may thrive. Pop. Fare you weil.. Bru. What fiid Popilius Lena? Caf. He wish'd to Day or Enterprize might thrive: Bru. Look how he makes to Cafar; mark him. Bru. Caffius be conftant: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our Purpof.s. For look he fmiles, and Cafar doth not change. Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And prefently prefer his Suit to Cafar. Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him. Caf. |