Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Caffius at the door, Who doth defire to see you. Bru. Is he alone? Luc. No, fir, there are more with him. Bru. Do you know them? Luc. No, fir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And half their faces bury'd in their cloaks, That by no means I may difcover them By any mark of favour. Bru. Let them enter. They are the faction. O confpiracy! [Exit LUCIUS. Sham'st thou to fhew thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are moft free? O, then, by day, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough, To mask thy monstrous vifage? Seek none, confpiracy; Hide it in fmiles, and affability: For if thou path thy native femblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METEL LUS, and TREBONIUS. Caf. I think, we are too bold upon your reft: Good-morrow, Brutus; Do we trouble you? Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you? Caf. Yes, every man of them; and no man here, But honours you: and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourfelf, Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius. Bru. He is welcome hither. Caf Caf. This, Decius Brutus. Bru. He is welcome too. Caf. This, Cafca; this, Cinna; And this, Metellus Cimber. Bru. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpofe themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Caf. Shall I entreat a word? [They whisper. [here? Dec. Here lies the eaft: Doth not the day break Cafca. No. Cin. O, pardon, fir, it doth: and yon gray lines, That fret the clouds, are meffengers of day. Cafca. You fhall confefs, that you are both deceiv'd, Here, as I point my fword, the fun arifes; Which is a great way growing on the fouth, Weighing the youthful season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the north He first prefents his fire; and the high east Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one." Caf. And let us fwear our refolution. Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, The fufferance of our fouls, the time's abufe,If these be motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence to his idle bed; So let high-fighted tyranny range on, "Till each man drop by lottery. But if thefe, As I am fure they do, bear fire enough To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour The melting fpirits of women; then, countrymen, What need we any fpur, but our own caufe, To prick us to redrefs? what other bond, Than fecret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? and what other oath, C Than Than honefty to honefty engag'd, That this fhall be, or we will fall for it? Nor the infuppreffive mettle of our spirits, If he do break the fmalleft particle Of any promife that hath paft from him. Caf. But what of Cicero? Shall we found him? I think, he will ftand very ftrong with us. Cafea. Let us not leave him out. Cin. No, by no means. Met. O, let us have him; for his filver hairs And buy men's voices to commend our deeds: Bru. O, name him not: let us not break with him; Caf. Then leave him out. Cafea. Indeed, he is not fit. Dec. Shall no man elfe be touch'd but only Cæfar? Caf. Decius, well urg'd:-I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, fo well belov'd of Cæfar, Should out-live Cæfar? We fhall find of him If he improve them, may well ftretch fo far, Let Antony, and Cæfar, fall together. Bru. Our courfe will feem too bloody, Caius Caffius, Let us be facrificers, but not butchers, Caius. up Caf. Yet I fear him : For, in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar,- Is to himself; take thought, and die for Cæfar: Treb. There is no fear in him; let him not die; [Clock frikes. For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. Bru. Peace, count the clock. Caf. The clock hath ftrucken three. Caf. But it is doubtful yet, Whe'r Cæfar will come forth to-day, or no For I can give his humour the true bent; Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him, Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: He loves me well, and I have given him reasons Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him. ; Caf |