Casca. A Roman. Cas. Casca by your voice. Casca. Your ear is good, Cassius, what night is this! Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? For my part I have walk'd about the streets, And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open Ev'n in the aim and very flash of it. Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life, That should be in a Roman, you do want, Or else you use not; Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man, Most like this dreadful night; That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars, As doth the lion in the capitol; A man no mightier than thyself or me, In personal action; yet prodigious grown, Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean, is it not, Cas sius? Cas. Let it be who it is; for Romans now Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors : Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators, to-morrow, Mean to establish Cæsar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, Cas: I know were I will wear this dagger, then: Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; If I know this, know all the world besides, Casca. So can I : So every bondman in his own hand bears, Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then? So vile a thing as Cæsar! But, oh grief! Casca. You speak to Casca, and to such a man, As who goes farthest. Cas. There's a bargain made, Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already, To undergo, with me, an enterprize, Enter CINNA. Casca. Stand close a while, for here comes one in haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so? Cin. To find out you:-Who's that, Metellus Cimber? Cas. No; it is Casca, one incorporate To our attempts.-Am I not staid for, Cinna? O Cassius! could you win the noble Brutus Cas. Be you content.-Good Cinna, take this pa And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, 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 bid me. [Exit CINNA. Cas. Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house; three parts of him Are ours already, and the man entire, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. BRUTUS' Garden. Enter BRUTUS. Bru. What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, 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. [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-Crown him-that- That at his will he may do danger with. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees, So Cæsar may : By which he had ascended. Enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, It did not lie there when I went to bed. [Gives him a Letter. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Bru. The exhalations whizzing in the air, [Exit. [Lightning. 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 speak, strike, redress. Brutus, thou sleep'st; awake. Such instigations have been often dropp'd, Shall Rome 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. To speak and strike? O Rome! I make the promise, |