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Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
So can I :
Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ? Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf, 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! But, 0, grief! Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this Before a willing bondman: then I 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, 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.
9 My answer must be made :] I shall be called to account, and must answer as for seditious words. Hold my hand:] Is the same as, Here's my
hand. 2 Be factious for redress -] Factious seems here to mean active.
Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already
haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ?
Cin.To findoutyou: Who's that? Metellus Cimber?
Cas. No, it is Casca ; one incorporate
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, Cinna? Tell me.
Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper,
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.
3 Is favour'd, -] To favour is to resemble.
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 alchymy, 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. [E.reunt.
SCENE I. The same.
[E.rit. 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 ?
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,
do danger with. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins Remorse from power :4 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. 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
chievous ; And kill him in the shell.
paper, thus seal’d up; and, I am sure,
— common proof,] Common proof means a matter proved by common experience.
base degrees -] Low steps.
It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
you to bed again, it is not day. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?
Luc. I know not, 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 ! Brutus, 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? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king. Speak, strike, redress!—Am I entreated then 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 !
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
[Exit LUCIUS. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man,