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Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along,
SCENE IV.- The same. Another part of the same Street,
before the House of Brutus.
Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS.
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Luc. To know my errand, madam. 262. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there. -
Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
Luc. I hear none, madam. 266. Por. Pr’ythee, listen well;
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol. 267. Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter THE SOOTHSAYER. 269. Por. Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
Sooth. At mine own house, good lady. 270. Por. What is't o'clock ?
Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?
Sooth. Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar
I shall beseech him to befriend himself. 276. Por. Why, knowest thou any harm's intended towards
him? 277. Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may
Here the street is narrow:
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.
O Brutus !
SCENE 1.- The same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.
among them ARTEMIDORUS and the SOOTHSAYER.
Cæs. The ides of March are come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
Art. Hail, Cæsar, read this schedule. 282. Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit
That touches Cæsar nearer. Read it, great Cæsar. 284. Cæs. That touches us? Ourself shall be last served.
Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Pub. Sirrah, give place.
All the SENATORS rise.
Cas. What enterprise, Popilius ? 291. Pop. Fare you well.
[Advances to CÆSAR. Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. He wished to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered. 294. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: mark him. 295. Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. —
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
For I will slay myself.
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change. 297. Cas. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
[Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS. CÆSAR
and the SENATORS take their seats. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go, And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar. 299. Bru. He is addressed: press near and second him. 300. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. 301. Casca. Are we all ready?
Cæs. What is now amiss, That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress? 303. Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
[Kneeling 304. Cæs. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These crouchings, and these lowly courtesies,
Will he be satisfied. 305. Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear
For the repealing of my banished brother?
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Cæs. What, Brutus!
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. 309. Cæs. I could be well moved, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
Cin. O Cæsar, 311. Cæs. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ?
Dec. Great Cæsar, 313. Cæs. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? 314. Casca. Speak, hands, for me.
[CASCA stabs CÆSAR in the neck. CÆSAR catches
hold of his arm. He is then stabbed by several
other Conspirators, and at last by Marcus BRUTUS. 315. Cæs. Et tu, Brute. — Then, fall, Cæsar.
[Dies. The Senators and People retire in confusion.
Cin. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
Fly not; stand still :- ambition's debt is paid.
Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Met. Stand fast together, lest some friend of Cæsar's
Should chance 324. Bru. Talk not of standing. — Publius, good cheer;
There is no harm intended to your person,
Cas. And leave us, Publius; lest that the people, Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. 326. Bru. Do so; - and let no man abide this deed,
But we the doers.
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures :
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit: