The secrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS. Lucius, who's that, knocks? [Exit PORTIA. Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with you. Boy, stand aside. 217. Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. 218. 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 Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, 221. Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole. To whom it must be done. 225. Lig. Set on your foot; And, with a heart new-fired, I follow you, To do I know not what: but it sufficeth, Bru. Follow me then. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in CESAR'S Palace. Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR in his night-gown. 227. Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to night: Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, Help, ho! they murder Cæsar! - Who's within? Enter a SERVANT. Serv. My lord? 229. Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, And bring me their opinions of success. Serv. I will, my lord. Jinter CALPHURNIA. [Exit. 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 threatened me Ne'er looked but on my back; when they shall see And graves have yawned, and yielded up their dead. In ranks and squadrons, and right form of war, The noise of battle hurtled in the air, Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. And I do fear them. 234. Cæs. What can be avoided, Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? Are to the world in general, as to Cæsar. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 236. 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; Will come, when it will come. Re-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. If he should stay at home to-day for fear. That Cæsar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions littered in one day, And I the elder and more terrible; And Cæsar shall go forth. 239. Cal. Alas, my lord, 240. Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. Do not go forth to-day. Call it my fear, That keeps you in the house, and not your own. Cæs. Mark Antony shall say, I am not well; Enter DECIUS. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. 241. Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: 242. 244. 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. I will not come to-day. Tell them so, Decius. Cæs. Shall Cæsar send a lie? Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far, Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, 245. Cæs. The cause is in my will; I will not come : That is enough to satisfy the senate. Hath begged that I will stay at home to-day. 246. Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted: It was a vision fair and fortunate. Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, Cas. And this way have you well expounded it. If you shall send them word you will not come, 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. 249. Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Cal phurnia! I am ashamed I did yield to them. — Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar. What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?— As that same ague which hath made you lean. 252. Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. 253. Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. 255. 258 Enter ANTONY. See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, Is, notwithstanding, up: Good morrow, Antony. I have an hour's talk in store for you. Treb. Cæsar, I will:— and so near will I be, [Aside. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; [Aside. Exeunt. SCENE III.- The same. A Street near the Capitol. Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. 59. 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 Cæsar. If thou beest not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, Artemidorus. |