Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. Cæs. The cause is in my will: I will not come; But for your private satisfaction, 72 76 And these does she apply for warnings and por tents, And evils imminent; and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. It was a vision fair and fortunate: 80 84 89 Cas. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say; And know it now: the senate have concluded To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar. If 92 you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock 96 Apt to be render'd, for some one to say, 75 stays: keeps 89 tinctures: healing medicines; cf. n. 88 press: crowd about stains: assimilable traces cog (tinges) of Cæsar's qualities relics: i.e., religious benefits nizance: heraldic emblems, i.e., social benefits 96 mock: gibe 'Break up the senate till another time, When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper, 100 'Lo, Cæsar is afraid'? Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this, And reason to my love is liable. 104 Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Cæs. 108 Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy As that same ague which hath made you lean. Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Enter Antony. See, Antony, that revels long o' nights, Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony. 112 116 Bid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for. 121 104 liable: subservient you. 124 Be near me, that I may remember me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. Bru. [Aside.] That every 'like' is not 'the same,' O Cæsar, 128 The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon. Exeunt. Scene Three [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 beest 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, If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayest live; 128 Cf. n. 9 12 Exit. 129 yearns: grieves 8 security gives way: unguardedness yields opportunity 9 lover: friend 14 Out.. teeth: free from the bite emulation: grudging jealousy Scene Four [Another part of the same Street, before the house of Brutus] Enter Portia and Lucius. Por. I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone. Why dost thou stay? Luc. To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. O constancy, be strong upon my side; Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; How hard it is for women to keep counsel! Luc. Madam, what shall I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And so return to you, and nothing else? 12 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. Prithee, listen well: I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. Enter the Soothsayer. 16 Por. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been? 20 Sooth: in truth Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is 't o'clock? Sooth. 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. 24 Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæ sar To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself. 28 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: Por. I must go in. Ay me! how weak a thing 32 36 Exit. 40 44 Exeunt. 37 void: open |