So vile a thing as Caesar? But, O, grief!
Where hast thou led me? 1, perhaps, speak this
Before a willing bondman then know
My answer must be made: But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man,
There is no fleering tell-talen Hold my handsdir
Be factious for redress of all these griefs;
And I will set this foot of mine as far,

As who

goes farthestar doron ay

Cas. There's a bargain made.

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Some certain of the noblest-minded Romanka
To undergo, with me, an enterprize.
Of honourable-dangerous consequence; AT
And I do know, by this, they stay for me
In Pompey's porch: For now, this fearful night,
There is no stir yor walking in the streetss
And the complexion of the element, early PIDO 2
Is favourdy like the work we have in hand, nogle
Most bloody, fiery, and imgst teprible.

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in haste.

Cas. 'Tis Cinna, Ildosknow him by his gait He is a friend. Cinhas where haste you so Cin. To find outayoh baWho's that? Metellus

Cimber?

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not staid 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 staid for, Ginna? Tell me.

Cin. Yery

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win
The noble Brutus to our party

Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this

alitoapaper,

And look you lay it in the practor's chair,
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus's 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 housede Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bademe.
Cas. That done repair to Pompey's theatre.
Exit CINNA

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Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.vst

Casca. Op he sits high in all the people's hearts:
And that, which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchymy,
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

Cassen Hime and this worth and tour great need

stand ai of him,

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[Exeunt.

I cannot by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to days Lucius, I say! -
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly. -

When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say: What

Lucius!

Luc. Call'd you, my Lord?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius come and call me here.

When it is lighted, come an

will, my Lord since ear

[Exit.

Luc. I Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. fle would be crown'

How that might change his nature, there's the

It is

question.

is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?

And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.۷۲۹۰۰
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
Remorse from power: And, to speak truth of
of

Caesar,

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 utmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend: So Caesar may;

Then, lest he may, Aprevent. And, since the

quarrel

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-

Aud kill him in the shell.

chievous;

Re-enter LUCIUS,

Luc. The taper burveth in your closet, Sir.

I found

Searching the window for a flint
This paper, thus sealed up; and, I am sure,
It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Luc. I know not, Sir.

1

Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Luc. 1 will, Sir.

[Exit.

Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air.... Give so much light, that I may read by them. [Opens the letter, and reads.

Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself.
Shall Rome, &c, Speak, strike, redress!
Bratus, thou sleep'st; awake, -
Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Where I have took them up.

Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out;
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!

Rome?

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My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a King.
Speak, strike, redress! Am I entreated ther
To speak, and strike? O Rome! I make thee

1 promise,

If the vedress will follows, thou receivest
Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!

Re-enter LUCIUS..

Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

[Knock withing

Bru, 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebod.

knocks.

[Exit Lucios.

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,

I have not slept.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasmajor a hideous-dream:
The-genins, and the mortal instruments,
Are then in council and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

The nature of an insurrection

Lue. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,

Who doth desire to see you.

Bru. Is he alone?

more with him.

Luc. No, Sir, there are more with

Bru. Do you know them?

T

Luc. No, Sir; their hats are pluck'd about their

ears,

And half their faces buried in their cloaks
That by no means I may discover them