Cæs.
Nor Heav'n, 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.

Ser.
My Lord.

Cæs.
Go, bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,
And bring me their Opinions of Success.

Ser.
I will, my Lord. [Exit. Enter Calphurnia.

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 threatned me,
Ne'er lookt but on my Back: When they shall see
The Face of Cæsar, they are vanished.

Cal.
Cæsar, I never stood on Ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me: There is one within,
Besides the things that we have heard and seen,
Recounts most horrid sights seen by the Watch.
A Lioness hath whelped in the Streets,
And Graves have yawn'd and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery Warriors fight upon the Clouds,
In Ranks and Squadrons, and right form of War,
Which drizzled Blood upon the Capitol:
The noise of Battel hurried in the Air,
Horses did neigh, and dying Men did groan,
And Ghosts did shriek and squeal about the Streets.

O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.

Cæs.
What can be avoided
Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods?
Yet Cæsar shall go forth: For these Predictions
Are to the World in general, as to Cæsar.

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 Augurers?

Ser.
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.

Cæs.
The Gods do this in shame of Cowardise:
Cæsar should be a Beast without a Heart,
If he should stay at home to Day for fear:
No, Cæsar shall not; Danger knows full well,
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he.
We heard two Lions litter'd in one Day,
And I the elder and more terrible;
And Cæsar shall go forth.

Cal.
Alas, my Lord,
Your Wisdom is consum'd in Confidence:
Do not go forth to Day; call it my Fear,
That keeps you in the House, and not your own.
We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house,
And he shall say you are not well to Day:
Let me, upon my Knee, prevail in this.

Cæs.
Mark Antony shall say I am not well,
And for thy Humour, I will stay at home. Enter Decius.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.

Dec.
Cæsar, all hail! Good Morrow, worthy Cæsar,
I come to fetch you to the Senate-house.

Cæs.
And you are come in very happy time,
To bear my Greeting to the Senators,
And tell them that I will not come to Day:
Cannot is false, and that I dare not, falser;
I will not come to Day; tell them so, Decius.

Cal.
Say he is sick.

Cæs.
Shall Cæsar send a Lie?
Have I in Conquest stretcht mine Arm so far,
To be afraid to tell Grey-beards the Truth?
Decius, go tell them Cæsar will not come.

Dec.
Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some Cause,
Lest I be laught at when I tell them so.

Cæs.
The Cause is in my Will, I will not come;
That is enough to satisfie the Senate.
But for your private Satisfaction,
Because I love you, I will let you know.
Calphurnia here, my Wife, stays me at home:
She dreamt last Night she saw my Statue,
Which like a Fountain, with an hundred Spouts,
Did run pure Blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bathe their Hands in it:
And these does she apply, for Warnings and Portents,
And Evils imminent; and on her Knee
Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to Day.

Dec.
This Dream is all amiss interpreted,
It was a Vision fair and fortunate:
Your Statue spouting Blood in many Pipes,
In which so many smiling Romans bath'd,
Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck
Reviving Blood, and that Great Men shall press
For Tinctures, Stains, Relicks, and Cognisance.
This, by Calphurnia's Dream is signified.

Cæs.
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 you shall send them Word you will not come,
Their Minds may change. Besides, it were a mock
Apt to be render'd, for some one to say,
Break up the Senate 'till another time,
When Cæsar's Wife shall meet with better Dreams:

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
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.

Cæs.
How foolish do your Fears seem now, Calphurnia!
I am ashamed I did yield to them.
Give me my Robe, for I will go. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Caska, Trebonius, Cinna, and Publius.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub.
Good Morrow, Cæsar.

Cæs.
Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too?
Good Morrow, Caska: Caius Ligarius,
Cæsar was ne'er so much your Enemy,
As that same Ague which hath made you lean,
What is't a Clock?

Bru.
Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.

Cæs.
I thank you for your Pains and Courtesie. Enter Antony.
See Antony, that revels long a-nights,
Is not withstanding up. Good Morrow, Antony.

Ant.
So to most noble Cæsar.

Cæs.
Bid them prepare within:
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now Cinna; now Metellus; what, Trebonius!
I have an hour's talk in store for you,
Remember that you call on me to Day,
Be near me, that I may remember you.

Treb.
Cæsar, I will; and so near will I be, [Aside.
That your best Friends shall wish I had been further.

Cæs.
Good Friends go in, and taste some Wine with me,
And we, like Friends, will straightway go together.

Bru.
That every like is not the same, O Cæsar,
The Heart of Brutus earns to think upon. [Exeunt.

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