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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,
What rubbish and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cæsar!
Where hast thou led me?
Before a willing bondman;
My answer must be made.

But, O grief,

I perhaps speak this
then I know
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.

Cas.

There's a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have moved 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 element

In favour's like the work we have in hand,

114. My answer must be made, I shall be called to account.

117. fleering, grinning. 118. Be factious, agitate. ib. griefs, grievances. 121. moved, proposed to. 123. undergo, undertake.

126. Pompey's porch, 'one of the porches about the theatre [of Pompey], in which there

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was a certain place full of seats
for men to sit in; where also
was set up the image of Pompey'
(North). This porch was the
actual scene of the assassination,
which Shakespeare places on
the Capitol; and the 'image' is
that which he nevertheless makes
Cæsar's body stain with blood
(iii. 2. 192).

128. element, air.
129. favour, aspect.

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.

Enter CINNA

Cinna, where haste you so?

Cin. To find out you.

Cimber?

Who's that? Metellus

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate

To our attempts. 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.
Cas. Am I not stay'd for? tell me.
Cin.

O Cassius, if you could

Yes, you are.

But win the noble Brutus to our party

Cas. Be you content: good Cinna, take this

paper,

And look you lay it in the prætor's chair,

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.

144. Where Brutus may but find it, where Brutus alone may

find it.

146. old Brutus', i. e. Lucius Junius Brutus. Plutarch records that the ancient Romans made his statue of brass to be set up in the Capitol, with the images of the kings, holding a

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naked sword in his hand because he had valiantly put down the Tarquins from the kingdom of Rome.'

148. Decius Brutus, the Decimus Brutus of history. The blunder was Amyot's; thence it passed to his English translator North, Shakespeare's authority.

Cas. 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 ours already, and the man entire

Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

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.

Cas. Him and his worth and our great need of

him

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.

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

Enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Call'd you, my lord?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:

When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc. I will, my lord.

162. conceited, conceived.

[Exit.

Bru. It must be by his death: and for my part, 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.

that ;

Crown him?

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.

quarrel

And, since the

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 mis-
chievous,

And kill him in the shell.

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found

12. the general, the com

munity at large.

19. Remorse, considerateness

prompted by feeling.

21. proof, experience.

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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.

Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air Give so much light that I may read by them.

[Exit.

[Opens the letter and reads. 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake, and see thyself. Shall Rome, etc. Speak, strike, redress! Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!'

Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Where I have took them up.

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'Shall Rome, etc.' Thus must I piece it out:

Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What,

Rome?

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome

The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. 'Speak, strike, redress!' Am I entreated

To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee
promise:

If the redress will follow, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !

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