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Here will I stand, till Cæsar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments, that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayest live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.


SCENE IV.- The same. Another part of the same Street,

before the House of Brutus.

260. Por. I prythee, boy, run to the senate-house;

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay?

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. -
O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue !
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel! -
Art thou here yet?

Luc. Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?

Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
For he went sickly forth: and take good note
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

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,
To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?

Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar
To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me,

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

Good morrow to you.

Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death :
I'll get me to a place more void, and there

Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.
278. Por. I must go in. — Ay me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!

O Brutus !
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise !
Sure, the boy heard me: - Brutus hath a suit,
That Cæsar will not grant. -0, I grow faint:
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry; come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee. [Exeunt.



SCENE 1.- The same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.
A Crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capitol ;

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.
Cæs. What, is the fellow mad?

Pub. Sirrah, give place.
288. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the Capitol.
CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the rest following.

All the SENATORS rise.
Pop. I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

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,
Cassius on Cæsar never shall turn back,

For I will slay myself.
296. Bru. Cassius, be constant:

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.


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
An humble heart :-

[Kneeling 304. Cæs. I must prevent thee, Cimber.

These crouchings, and these lowly courtesies,
Might fire the blood of ordinary men,
And turn pre-ordinance and first decree
Into the law of children. Be not fond,
To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood,
That will be thawed from the true quality
With that which melteth fools; I mean sweet words,
Low-crouched curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banished;
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause

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?
306. Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;

Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

Cæs. What, Brutus!
308. Cas. Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:

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:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose truc-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there's but one in all doth hold his place :
So, in the world; 'tis furnished well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet, in the number, I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion : and, that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant Cimber should be banished,
And constant do remain to keep him so.

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!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets.

Cas. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement !
318. Bru. People, and senators ! be not affrighted;

Fly not; stand still :- ambition's debt is paid.

Casca. Go to the pulpit, Brutus.
Dec. And Cassius too.
Bru. Where's Publius?
Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny.

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,
Nor to no Roman else: so tell them, Publius.

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.

327. Cas. Where's Antony?
3:8. Tre. Fled to his house amazed.

Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run,
As it were doomsday.

Bru. Fates ! we will know your pleasures :
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time,

And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
330. Casca. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life

Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Bru. Grant that, and then is death a benefit:

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