Do not go forth to-day; call it my fear, Caf. Mark Anthony fhall fay I am not well, Here's Decimus Brutus, he fhall tell them fo. Caf. And you are come in very happy time, Caf. Shall Cafar fend a lie? Have I in conqueft ftretcht mine arm fo far, Dec. Moft mighty Cafar, let me know some cause, Cf. The caufe is in my will, I will not come ; That is enough to fatisfie the Senate. But for your private fatisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Hath Hath begg'd that I will ftay at home to-day. Your ftatue fpouting blood in many pipes, Caf. And this way have you well expounded it. When Cæfar's wife fhall meet with better dreams: Pardon me, Cafar, for my dear dear love Caf. How foolish do your fears feem now, Calpburnia! I am afhamed I did yield to them. Give me my robe, for I will go: SCENE VI. Enter Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Cafca, Trebonius, Cinna, and Publius. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Pub. Good-morrow, Cafar. Caf. Welcome, Publius. What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? P 3 As 9 Cafca: Caius As that fame ague which hath made you lean. Bru. Cafir, 'tis ftrucken eight. Caf. I thank you for your pains and courtefie. See Antony, that revels long a-nights, Caf. Bid them prepare within: I am to blame to be thus waited for. Treb. Cæfar, I will; and fo near will I be, [Afide. [Exeunt. Enter Artemidorus reading a paper. CESAR, beware of Brutus, take beed of Caffius, come not near Cafca, have an eye to Cinna, truft not Trebonius, mark well Metellus Cimber, Decimus Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all thefe men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou beeft not immortal, look about thee: fecu rity gives way to confpiracy. The mighty Gods defend thee! Thy lover Artemidorus. Here Here will I ftand, 'till Cæfar pafs along, If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may'st live; [Exit. Enter Portia and Lucius. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the Senate-houfe, Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone: Why doft thou ftay? Luc. To know my errand, Madam. Per. I would have had thee there, and here again, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else? Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went fickly forth: and take good note, What Cæfar doth, what fuitors prefs to him. Hark, boy! what noife is that? Luc. I hear none, Madam. I heard a bufting rumour like a fray, Luc. Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing. Por. Come hither, fellow, which way haft thou been? Por. What is't a-clock? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cefar yet gone to the Capitol. Art. Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand, To fee him pafs on to the Capitol. Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cafar, haft thou not? Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cafar To be fo good to Cæfar, as to hear me: I fhall befeech him to defend himfelf. [him? Por. I muft go inaye me! how weak a thing [Exit. And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I The Entrance into the Capitol. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, Decimus, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Soothfayer. CESAR. HE Ides of March are come. TH Sooth. Ay, Cafar, but not gone. At |