Brut. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate, some body knocks: [Exit Lucius.] Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing, Enter Lucius. Luc. Sir, 'tis your Brother Cassius at the Doore, Who doth desire to see you. Brut. Is he alone? Luc. No, Sir, there are moe with him. Brut. Doe you know them? 70 80 Luc. No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Eares, And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes, That by no meanes I may discover them, By any marke of favour.1 Brut. Let 'em enter: They are the Faction. O Conspiracie, 1 countenance [Exit Lucius.] 89 Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night, Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie: For if thou path thy native semblance on, Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough, 75. of a man: of man-2-4F. Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius, Cass. I thinke we are too bold upon your Rest: 100 Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you? Brut. I have beene up this howre, awake all Night: Which every Noble Roman beares of you. Brut. He is welcome hither. Cass. This, Decius Brutus. Brut. He is welcome too. Cass. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cymber. Brut. They are all welcome. What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselves Betwixt your Eyes, and Night? Cass. Shall I entreat a word? They whisper. Decius. Here lyes the East: doth not the Day breake heere? Cask. No. 120 Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines, That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day. Cask. You shall confesse, that you are both deceiv'd: Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne arises, Which is a great way growing on the South, Weighing the youthfull Season of the yeare. Some two moneths hence, up higher toward the North He first presents his fire, and the high East 112-13. verse-2F. 118-19. verse-2F. Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere. Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. 130 Cas. And let us sweare our Resolution. Brut. No, not an Oath: if not the Face of men, The sufferance of our Soules, the times Abuse; If these be Motives weake, breake off betimes, And every man hence, to his idle bed: So let high-sighted-Tyranny range on, Till each man drop by Lottery. But if these (As I am sure they do) beare fire enough To kindle Cowards, and to steele with valour The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen, 140 What neede we any spurre, but our owne cause, To pricke us to redresse? What other Bond, 1 insidious Then secret Romans, that have spoke the word, If he do breake the smallest Particle Of any promise that hath past from him. Cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? I thinke he will stand very strong with us. Cask. Let us not leave him out. Cyn. No, by no meanes. 150 160 Metel. O let us have him, for his Silver haires And buy mens voyces, to commend our deeds: Bru. O name him not; let us not breake with him, For he will never follow any thing That other men begin. Cas. Then leave him out. Cask. Indeed, he is not fit. 170 Decius. Shall no man else be toucht, but onely Casar? Cas. Decius well urg'd: I thinke it is not meet, Marke Antony, so well belov'd of Cæsar, Should out-live Casar, we shall finde of him A shrew'd Contriver. And you know, his meanes If he improve them, may well stretch so farre As to annoy us all: which to prevent, Let Antony and Cæsar fall together. 180 Bru. Our course will seeme too bloody, Caius Cassius, Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caius: 190 This shall make And after seeme to chide 'em. Cas. Yet I feare him, For in the ingrafted love he beares to Cæsar. 200 210 Is to himselfe; take thought, and dye for Cæsar, Bru. Peace, count the Clocke. Clocke strikes. Cas. The Clocke hath stricken three. Treb. 'Tis time to part. Cass. But it is doubtfull yet, Whether Casar will come forth to day, or no: Decius. Never feare that: If he be so resolv'd, 220 230 |