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The secrets of my heart.
Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with you.
Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of. – Boy, stand aside. — Caius Ligarius! how? 17. 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,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
I here discard my sickness. Soul of Rome!
Bru. A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
Lig. But are not some whole that we must make sick? 224. 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. 225. Lig. Set on your foot;
And, with a heart new-fired, I follow you,
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in CÆSAR's Palace. Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR in his night-gown. 227. Cæs. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been at peace to
Enter a SERVANT. Serv. My lord? 229. Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their spinions of success.
Serv. I will, my lord.
Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk
Cæs. Cæsar shall forth. The things that threatened
Ne'er looked but on my back; when they shall see
The face of Cæsar, they are vanished.
Yet now they fright me. There is one within,
And I do fear them.
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
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;
Tne valiant ne taste of death but once
Re-enter a SERVANT.
Sery. They would not have you to stir forth to-day.
They could not find a heart within the beast.
Cæsar should be a beast without a heart,
And Cæsar shall go forth. 239.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. 241. Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar:
I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
To bear my greeting to the senators,
Cal. Say, he is sick.
Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far,
Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause,
Lest I be laughed at when I tell them so. 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.
Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. 248. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say:
And know it now. The senate have concluded
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.
Give me my robe, for I will go :-
TREBONIUS, and CINNA.
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
251. Cæs. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirred so early too?-
What is't o'clock?
Ant. So to most noble Cæsar. 255 Cæs. Bid them prepare within :
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Treb. Cæsar, I will :— and so near will I be,
[Aside. Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; And we, like friends, will straightway go together. 258 Bru. That every like is not the same, O Cæsar, The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!
SCENE III.- The same. A Street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a Paper. 259. 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,