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, Luc. I hear none, Madam. Por. Pr'ythee, liften well: I heard a bustling rumour like a fray, Per. Come hither, fellow, which way haft thou been? Por. What is't o'clock ? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por. Is Cafar 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 Cefar, haft thou not? Art. That I have, Lady, if it will please Cafar To be fo good to Cafar, as to hear me: I fhall befeech him to befriend himself. Por. Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him? Art. None that I know will be, much that I fear Por. I must go in-aye me! how weak a thing [Exit. Say, Say, I am merry; come to me again, A C T III. [Exeunt feverally. SCENE, the Street before the Capitol ; and the Capitol open. Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Sooth-fayer. CESAR. HE Ides of March are come. TH Sooth. Ay, Cafar, but not gone. Art. Hail, Cafar: read this schedule. Art. O Cafar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit, Pub. Sirrah, give place. Caf. What urge you your petitions in the street? Pap. I wish, your enterprize to day may thrive. Pop. Fare you well. Bra. What faid Popilius Lena? Caf. He wifh'd, to day our enterprize might thrive: I fear, our purpose is discovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cafar; mark him. Caf. Cafea, be fudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what fhall be done, if this be known? Caffius, Caffius, or Cefar, never fhall turn back; Bru. Caffius, be conftant: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose ; For, look, he fmiles, and Cæfar doth not change. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his fuit to Cafar. Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him. Met. Moft high, most mighty, and moft puiffant Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat Caf. I must prevent thee, Cimber; [Kneeling. With That which melteth fools; I mean, fweet words If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Know, Cæfar doth not wrong; nor without cause Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, For the repealing of my banish'd brother? Caf. Pardon, Cæfar; Cæfar, pardon; ΤΟ To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber. Of whofe true, fixt, and resting quality, That I was conftant, Cimber should be banish'd; Cim. O Cafar 7 Cefar. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ? ~ Cefar. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel ? [They ftab Cæfar, [Dies. Caf. Et tu, Brute?- -then fall Cafar! Bru. People, and Senators! be not affrighted; Dec. And Caffius too. Bru. Where's Publius? Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand faft together, left fome friends of Cafar's Should chance Bru. Talk not of ftanding. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your perfon, Nor to no Roman elfe; fo tell them, Publius. Caf. And leave us, Publius, left that the people, Rufhing on us, fhould do your age fome mifchief. Bru. Bru. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed, But we the Doers. Enter Trebonius, Caf. Where is Antony? Tre. Fled to his Houfe amaz'd. Men, wives, and children, ftare, cry out, and run, Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures; Bru. Grant That, and then is death a benefit; (11) Stoop, Romans, foop,] Mr. Pope, in both his Editions, bas, from these Words, arbitrarily taken away the Remainder of this Speech from Brutus, and placed it to Cafca: because, he thinks, nothing is more inconfiftent with Brutus's mild and philofophical Character. And as he often finds Speeches in the Jater Editions, he fays, put into wrong Mouths; he thinks, this Liberty is not unreasonable. 'Tis true, a diligent Editor may find many fuch Errors committed even in the first printed Copies; but it has not often been Mr. Pope's good Fortune to hit upon them. I dare warrant, the Printers made no Blunder in this Inftance; and therefore I have made bold to restore the Speech to its right Owner. Brutus esteem'd the Death of Cæfar a Sacrifice to Liberty: and, as fuch, gloried in his heading the Enterprize. Besides, our Poet is strictly copying a Fact in Hiftory. Plutarch, in the life of Cæfar, fays, “ Brutus and his "Followers, being yet bot with the Murder, march'd in a Body "from the Senate-houfe to the Capitol, with their drawn Swords, "with an Air of Confidence and Affurance." And, in the Life of Brutus, "Brutus and his Party betook themfelves to "the Capitol, and in their way fhewing their Hands all bloody, "and their naked Swords, proclaim'd Liberty to the People." And, |