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SCENE I. The same.
Bru. What, Lucius! ho ! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say !I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: What, Lucius !
Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Callid you, my lord ?
Biu. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my lord.
Bru. It must be by his death : and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?-—That;And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar, I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face: But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend : So Cæsar may; Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Will bear no colour for the thing he is, Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented, Would run to these, and these extremities : And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatch’d, would, as his kind, grow mischievous ; And kill him in the shell,
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Luc. I know not, sir.
[Exit. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by thein.
[Opens the Letter, and reads. Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress ! Brutus, thou sleep’st ; awake, Such instigations have been often dropp'd
Where I have took them up.
[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
[Exit LUCIUS. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Bru. Is he alone ?
Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter.
Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
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.
here? Casca. No.
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 deceiv'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
hands all over, one by one. Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men,