130. Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, Be factious for redress of all these griefs; And I will set this foot of mine as far Cas. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Of honourable, dangerous consequence ; In favour's like the work we have in hand, Enter CINNA. Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Cimber? To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna? 135. Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this! There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Cas. Am I not staid for? Tell me. Cin. Yes, you are.— O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party! Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. [Exit CINNA. Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts : His countenance, like richest alchymy Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The same. BRUTUS'S Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. 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.— Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Called you, my Lord? 145. Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. Luc. I will, my lord. 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 crowned : 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 ;— That at his will he may do danger with. Remorse from power; and, to speak truth of Cæsar, Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel [Exit. And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir. It did not lie there when I went to bed. [Gives him the letter. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? 150. Luc. I know not, Sir. 155. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, [Exit. [Opens the letter, and reads. Such instigations have been often dropped Shall Rome, &c. 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 called a king. Speak, strike, redress! Am I entreated To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee promise, If the redress will follow, thou receivest Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus. Re-enter LUCIUS. [Knock within. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, Between the acting of a dreadful thing The nature of an insurrection. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, [Exit LUCIUS. Bru. Is he alone? Luc. No, Sir, there are moe with him. Bru. Do you know them? 160. Luc. No, Sir; their hats are pluckt about their ears, 165. 170. And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let 'em enter. They are the faction. O Conspiracy! [Exit LUCIUS. 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; 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 CIMBER, 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, Which every noble Roman bears of you. Bru. He is welcome hither. Cas. This Decius Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna; 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? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east: Doth not the day break here? Cin. O, pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both deceived. Which is a great way growing on the south, Some two months hence, up higher toward the north 175. Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath passed from him. Cas. But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him? I think, he will stand very strong with us. Casca. Let us not leave him out. 180. Cin. No, by no means. Met. O let us have him; for his silver hairs And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O, name him not; let us not break with him ; That other men begin. Cas. Then leave him out. Casca. Indeed, he is not fit. 185. Dec. Shall no man else be touched but only Cæsar? Cas. Decius, well urged :-I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well beloved of Cæsar, |