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Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
Is he alone ?
know them? 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.
[Exit Lucius, They are the faction. O conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free! O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide in it smiles, and affability : For if thou path thy native semblance 2 on, Not Erebus 3 itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. 9 Visionary. I Countenance. 2 Walk in thy true form.
Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METEL
LUS 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 110 man here,
He is welcome hither.
He is welcome too.
They are all welcome.
Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east : Doth not the day break
here? Casca. No.
Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers
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 me your hands all over, one by one.
Bru. No, not an oath : If not the face 4 of men,
Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means,
Bru. O, name bim not; let us not break 9 with him;
Then leave him out,
Cas. Decius, well urg'd :-I think it is not meet,
Bru.Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius; To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs
9 Let us not break the matter to hiu'.
O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit,
their servants to an act of rage,
Yet I do fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar,
Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him ; If he love Cæsar, all that he can do Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæsar : And that were much he should; for he is given To sports, to wildness, and much company.
Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; 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'rCæsar will come forth to-day, or no : For he is superstitious grown of late;