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Tre. There is no fear in bim; let him not die; For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes Three.
Casca. But it is doubtful yet,
Dec. Never fear that; if he be so resolvid,
Cas. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
Met. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hard, Whọ rated him for speaking well of Pompey; I wonder none of you have thought of him.
Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: He loves me well; and I have given him reasons; Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. Cas. The morning comes upon 's; we will leave
you, Brutus; And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember What
you have said, and show yourselves true Ro
Bru. Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily; Let not our looks put on our purposes;
But bear it, as our Roman actors do,
[Exeunt all but BRUTUS.
Enter Portia. Por. Brutus, my lord! Bru. Portia, what mean you ?-wherefore rise you
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. Brutus is wise; and were he not in health, He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why, so I do-Good Portia, go to bed.
Por. What, is Brutus sick?
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Por. I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted, I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? am I yourself, But, as it were, in sort or limitation ? To keep with you at meals, consort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the
suburbs Of your good pleasure? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus harlot, not his wife.
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd, and so husbanded ? Tell me your counsels; I will not disclose them. I have made strong proof of my constancy, Giving myself a voluntary wound, Here, in the arm :-Can I bear that with patience, And not my husband's secrets ?
Bru. O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife ! Knock.
Thunder and Lightning.
Enter JULIUS CÆSAR. Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to
night; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cry'd out, Help, ho ! they murder Cæsar !"--Who's within ?
Enter a SERVANT.
Cæs. Go, bid the priests do present sacrifice;
Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? think you to walk.
forth ? You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Cæs. Cæsar shall forth ;—the things, that threaten'd
me, Ne'er look'd hut on my back : when they shall see The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies,
That graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead.
Cæs. What can be avoided,
Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen? The heav'ns themselves blaze forth the death of
princes. Cæs. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once: Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear: Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Enter a SERVANT. What say the Augurs? Serv. They would not have you to stir forth, to
day. Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well;