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SCENE III.-- ROME. 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 Coesar. 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, 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 mayst live; If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
SCENE IV.-ROME. 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. –
Prythee, listen well:
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS. Por.
Come hither, fellow: Which way hast thou been? Art.
At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is't o'clock? Art.
About the ninth hour, lady. Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?
Art. 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?
Art. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar
[him? Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards
Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear may Good-morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: [chance. The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels Of senators, of prætors, common suitors, Will crowd 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 enterprise!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 lord; Say I am merry: come to me again, And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
ACT III. SCENE I.—ROME. The Capitol; the Senate sitting. A crowd of People in the street leading to the Capitol ; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, PoPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others. Cæs. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar! Read this schedule.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Art. O Cæsar, read mine first; for mine 's a suit
Cæs. What touches us ourself shall be last serv'd.
Sirrah, give place.
Fare you well.
[Advances to CÆSAR. Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. He wish'd to-day our enterprise might thrive.
Bru. Look how he makes to Cæsar: mark him.
Cassius, be constant:
Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, . He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
[Esceunt Ant. and TREB. CÆSAR and the Senators
take their seats.
Bru. He is address'd: press near and second him.
Cæs. What is now amiss
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Cæsar,
I must prevent thee, Cimber.
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar,
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
Cæs. I could be well mov'd if I were as you;
Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus?
Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Casca. Speak, hands, for me! [CASCA stabs CÆSAR in the neck. CÆSAR catches
hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators, and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS.
Cæs. Et tu, Brute?—Then fall, Cæsar!
[Diés. The Senators and People retire in confusion Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the strcets.
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!
Bru. People and senators! be not affrighted;
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
And Cassius too.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's
Bru. Talk not of standing.- Publius, good cheer;
Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
Bru. Do so: and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers.
Fled to his house amaz'd:
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures : That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Bru.. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:
Cas. Stoop then, and wash.—How many ages hence
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,