Bru.
What, Lucius, ho!—
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say!—
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.—
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: What, Lucius! Enter Lucius.

Luc.
Call'd you, my lord?

Bru.
Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc.
I will, my lord. [Exit.

Bru.
It must be by his death: and, for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:—
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him? That;
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins ^note

Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face:
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back;
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend: So Cæsar may;
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these, and these extremities:
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous;
And kill him in the shell. Re-enter Lucius.

Luc.
The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
Searching the window for a flint, I found
This &dagger2; paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,
It did not lye there, when I went to bed.

Bru.
Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of ^note March?14Q1026

Luc.
I know not, sir.

Bru.
Look in the calendar, and bring me word.

Luc.
I will, sir. [Exit.

Bru.
The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
Give so much light, that I may read by them. reads]

Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome &dagger3; &dagger3; &dagger3; &dagger3; Speak, strike, redress.
Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake,— —
Such instigations have been often drop'd,

Where I have took them up.
Shall Rome—Thus must I piece it out;
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What, Rome?
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.
Speak, strike, redress.—Am I entreated
To speak, and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise ^note,
If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. Re-enter Lucius.

Luc.
Sir, March is wasted fourteen days ^note. [Knock within.

Bru.
'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius.
Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar,
I have not slept.
Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The genius, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council;14Q1027 and the state of man, ^note
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection. Re-enter Lucius.

Luc.
Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,
Who doth desire to see you.

Bru.
Is he alone?

Luc.
No, sir, there are more with him.

Bru.
Do you know them?

Luc.
No, sir; their hats are pluckt about their ears,
And half their faces bury'd in their cloaks, ^note
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 it in smiles, and affability:
For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
Not Erebus itself were dim enough
To hide thee from prevention. Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.

Cas.
I think, we are too bold upon your rest:
Good morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you?

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 no man here,
But honours you: and every one doth wish,
You had but that opinion of yourself,
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.

Bru.
He is welcome hither.

Cas.
This, Decius Brutus.

Bru.
He is welcome too.

Cas.
This, Casca; Cinna, this; ^note and this, Metellus Cimber.

Bru.
They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?

Cas.
Shall I entreat a word? [converse apart.

Dec.
Here lyes the east: Doth not the day break here?

Cas^ca.
No.

Cin.
O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines,

That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.

Cas^ca.
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.

Cas.
And let us swear our resolution.

Bru.
No, not an oath: If not the face of men,14Q1028
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,—
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed;
So let high-sighted tyranny range on,
'Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen,
What need we any spur, but our own cause,
To prick us to redress? what other bond,
Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,
And will not palter? and what other oath,
Than honesty to honesty engag'd,
That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous,
Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls
That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain
The even virtue of our enterprise,
Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
To think, that, or our cause, or our performance,

Did need an oath; when every drop of blood,
That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Is guilty of a several bastardy,
If he do break the smallest particle
Of any promise that hath past from him.

Cas.
But what of Cicero? Shall we found him?
I think, he will stand very strong with us.

Cas^ca.
Let us not leave him out.

Cin.
No, by no means.

Met.
O, let us have him; for his silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands;
Our youths, and wildness, shall no whit appear,
But all be bury'd in his gravity.

Bru.
O, name him not: let us not break with him;
For he will never follow any thing
That other men begin.

Cas.
Then leave him out.

Cas^ca.
Indeed, he is not fit.

Dec.
Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cæsar?

Cas.
Decius, well urg'd:—I think, it is not meet,
Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar,
Should out-live Cæsar: We shall find of him
A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
If he improve them, may well stretch so far,
As to annoy us all: which to prevent,
Let Antony, and Cæsar, fall together.

Bru.
Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs;
Like wrath in death, and envy afterwards:
For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar.

Let us be sacrificers,14Q1029 but not butchers, Caius.
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar;
And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, ^note
And not dismember Cæsar! But, alas,
Cæsar must bleed for it: And, gentle friends,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
And after seem to chide them. This shall make
Our purpose necessary, and not envious:
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm,
When Cæsar's head is off.

Cas.
Yet I do fear him:
For in the engrafted 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 dye for Cæsar:
And that were much he should; for he is given
To sports, to wildness, and much company.

Tre.
There is no fear in him; let him not dye;
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

Bru.
Peace, count the clock. [Clock strikes.

Cas.
The clock hath stricken three.

Tre.
'Tis time to part.

Cas.
But it is doubtful yet,
Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no;

For he is superstitious grown of late;
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies:
It may be, these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers,
May hold him from the capitol to-day.

Dec.
Never fear that: If he be so resolv'd,
I can o'er-sway him: for he loves to hear,
That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
Lions with toils, and men with flatterers:
But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Let me work:
For I can give his humour the true bent;
And I will bring him to the capitol.

Cas.
Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.

Bru.
By the eighth hour; Is that the uttermost?

Cin.
Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.

Met.
Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæsar hatred, ^note
Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
I wonder, none of you have thought of him.

Bru.
Now, good Metellus, go along to him ^note:
He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.

Cas.
The morning comes upon us: We'll leave you, Brutus;—
And, friends, disperse yourselves: but all remember
What you have said, and shew yourselves true Romans.

Bru.
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
Let not our looks put on our purposes;
But bear it as our Roman actors do,

With untir'd spirits, and formal constancy:
And so, good morrow to you every one. [Exeunt All but Brutus.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Enter Portia.

Por.
Brutus, my lord.

Bru.
Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

Por.
Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed: And yesternight, at supper,
You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
Musing, and sighing, with your arms across:
And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
You star'd upon me with ungentle looks:
I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your head,
And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot:
Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not;
But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you: So I did;
Fearing to strengthen that impatience,
Which seem'd too much enkindl'd; and, withal,
Hoping it was but an effect of humour,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
And, could it work so much upon your shape,
As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,

Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

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.
Is Brutus sick; and is it physical,
To walk unbraced, and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? ^note What, is Brutus sick;
And will he steal out of his wholsome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of: And, upon my knees,
I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
Why you are heavy; and what men to-night
Have had resort to you: for here have been
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.

Bru.
Kneel not, gentle Portia. [raising her.

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 your self ^note,
But, as it were, in sort, or limitation;
To keep with you at meals, comfort 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;
As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.

Por.
If this were true, then should I know this secret.
I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
A woman that lord Brutus took to wife:
I grant, I am a woman; but, withal,
A woman well-reputed,14Q1030 Cato's daughter:
Think you, 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 thigh: Can I bear that with patience,
And not my husband's secrets? ^note

Bru.
O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Knock within.
Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while;
And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows:
Leave me with haste. [Exit Portia. Enter Lucius, and Ligarius.
Lucius, who's that that knocks?

Luc.
Here is a sick man, that would speak with you.

&clquo;Bru.
&clquo;Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.&crquo;—
Boy, stand aside.—[Exit Luc.] Caius Ligarius, how?

Lig.
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

Bru.
O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not sick!

Lig.
I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

Bru.
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.

Lig.
By all the gods that Romans bow before,
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome,
Brave son, deriv'd from honourable loins,
Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur'd up
My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?

Bru.
A piece of work, that will make sick men whole.

Lig.
But are not some whole, that we must make sick?

Bru.
That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
To whom it must be done.

Lig.
Set on your foot;
And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

Bru.
Follow me then. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room in Cæsar's Palace. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Cæsar.

Cæs.
Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace tonight:
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 Servant.

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 threaten'd me
Ne'er look'd 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 drizel'd blood upon the capitol:
The noise of battle hurtl'd in ^note the air,
Horses did neigh, ^note 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 dye, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Cæs.
Cowards dye 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.

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 cowardice:
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 are two ^note14Q1031 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 lye?
Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far,
To be afear'd to tell gray-beards the truth?—
Decius, go tell them, Cæsar will not come.

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;
That is enough to satisfy 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 to-night, she ^note saw my statue, Decius,
Which, like a fountain, with a hundred spouts
Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans
Came smiling, and did bath their hands in it:
And these14Q1032 does she apply for warnings, portents ^note
Of evils ^note imminent; and on her knee
Hath beg'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 ^note shall suck
Reviving blood; and that great men shall press
For tinctures, stains, relicks, and cognisance.
This by Calphurnia's dream is signify'd.

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:— [to an Att: Enter Publius, Ligarius, Brutus, Casca, Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.

Pub.
Good morrow, Cæsar.

Cæs.
Welcome, Publius.—
What, Brutus, are you stir'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.—
What is't o'clock?

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.

Ant.
So to most noble Cæsar.

Cæs.
Bid them prepare within:— [to an Att:
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.

Tre.
Cæsar, I will: &clquo;and so near will I be,
&clquo;That your best friends shall wish I had been further.&crquo;

Cæs.
Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
And we, like friends, will straitway go together.

&clquo;Bru.
&clquo;That every like is not the same, o Cæsar,&crquo;
&clquo;The heart of Brutus yearns ^note to think upon.&crquo; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Street near the Capitol. Enter Artemidorus.

Art. [reads.]

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 wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar: If thou beest ^note not immortal, look about you: Security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!

Thy lover, Artemidorus.