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ACT I
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Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow? CASCA. He doth; for he did bid Antonius

Send word to you he would be there to-morrow. Cic. Good night, then, Casca: this disturbed sky Is not to walk in.

Farewell, Cicero. [Exit CICERO.

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CASCA.

Enter CASSIUS.

Cass. Who's there?
Casca.

A Roman.
Cass.

Casca, by your voice.
CASCA. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this !
Cass. A very pleasing night to honest men.
CASCA. Who ever knew the Heavens menace so ?
Cass. Those that have known the Earth so full of faults.

For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night;
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:
And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open 50
The breast of Heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and

very

flash of it.
CASCA. But wherefore did you so much tempt the

Heavens?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty Gods, by tokens, send

Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.
Cass. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life

That should be in a Roman you do want,
Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and case yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the Heavens :
But, if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding Ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind;'
Why old men fool, and children calculate;
Why all these things change from their ordinance,
Their natures, and preformed® faculties,
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find

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That Heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits,
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca,
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night;
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars,

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As doth the lion, in the Capitol ;
A man no mightier than thyself or me
In personal action; yet prodigious grown,

And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean, is it not, Cassius?
Cass. Let it be who it is, for Romans now

Have thews and limbs like to their ancestors :
But, woe the while our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ;

Our yoke and sufferance shew us womanish.
Casca. Indeed, they say the Senators to-morrow

Mean to establish Cæsar as a King;
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land,

In every place, save here in Italy.
Cass. I know where I will wear this dagger then;

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
Therein, ye Gods, you make the weak most strong ; 90
Therein, ye Gods, you tyrants do defeat:

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Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But Life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny that I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.

[Thunder still. Casca.

So can I :
So every bondman in his own hand bears

The power to cancel his captivity.
Cass. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then?

Poor Man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire
Begin it with weak straws : what trash is Rome,

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What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, O Grief,
Where hast thou led me? I perhaps speak this
Before a willing bondman : then I know
My answer must be made;' but I am arm’d,

And dangers are to me indifferent.
CASCA. You speak to Casca; and to such a man

That is no fleering? tell-tale. Hold, my hand :
Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
And I will set this foot of mine as far

As who goes farthest.
Cass.

There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's Porch: for now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the elements
In favour*'s like the work we have in hand,

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
Cass. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;

He is a friend.

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Enter CINNA.

Cinna, where haste you so?
Cin. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
Cass. No; it is Casca: one incorporate

To our attempt. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?
Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this !

There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Cass. Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
CIN.

Yes; you are.
O, Cassius, if you could but win

The noble Brutus to our partyCass. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the Prætor's chair, lie. I must pay my reckoning, as one called to account. 2 leering. VIII : C appearance.

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Where Brutus may but' find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done,
Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us.

Is Decius' Brutus and Trebonius there?
CIN. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,

And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cass. That done, repair to Pompey's Theatre.

[Exit CINNA.
Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is our's already; and the man entire,

Upon the next encounter, yields him our's.
Casca. O, he sits high in all the People's hearts :

And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,

Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
Cass. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, 160

You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight; and, ere day,
We will awake him, and be sure of him. (exeunt.

ACT II

SCENE I. Rome. 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 !

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I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when I awake, I say! what, Lucius !

Enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Calld you, my Lord ?
Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
BRU

When it is lighted, come and call me here.
i alone.

? i.e. Lucius Junius Brutus, avenger of Lucretia, and expulser of the Tarquins. 18

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Luc. I will, my Lord.

[exit. ACT II Bru. It must be by his death : and, for my part,

Sc. I
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crown'd:
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!
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse' from power; and, to speak truth of Cæsar,
I have not known when his affections sway'd
More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof,
That Lowliness is young Ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
But, when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees?
By which he did ascend: so Cæsar may;
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities :
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.

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Re-enter LUCIUS.

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Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir.

Searching the window for a flint, I found
This
paper
thus seal'd

up;

and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to bed.

[gives him the letter. BRU. Get you to bed again; it is not day.

Is not to-morrow, Boy, the Ides of March?
Luc. I know not, Sir.
BRU. Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Luc. I will, Sir.

[exit.
Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,
1 compassionate reflection.

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