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In at his window; set this up with wax
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Casca. 0, he sits high in all the people's hearts;
Cas. Him and his worth, and our great need of him,
SCENE I. The same.
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!
1 Orchard and garden appear to have been synonymous with our ancestors.
Luc. Called 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 crowned ;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;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 1 from power. And, to speak truth of Cæ I have not known when his affections swayed 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 color 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, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell.
Bru. Get you to bed again ; it is not day.
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 dropped 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 called 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 !
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,
1 The old copy erroneously reads, the first of March.” The correction was made by Theobald; as was the following.
2 Here again the old copy reads, fifteen. This was only the dawn of the fifteenth when the boy makes his report.
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Is he alone?
Do you know them? Luc. No, sir ; their hats are plucked about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favor.? Bru.
Let them enter.
Enter Cassius, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS
CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men that come along with you ?
Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here, But honors you ; and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourself,
1 The old copy reads:
6 Are then in council, and the state of a man," &c. 2 See Act i. Sc. 3.
Which every noble Roman bears of you.
He is welcome hither.
He is welcome too.
They are all welcome.
[They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east. Doth not the day break
here? Casca. No.
Cin. O, pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon gray lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Bru. No, not an oath. If not the face of men,
1 Johnson thus explains this passage :-“The face of men
" is the countenance, the regard, the esteem of the public;" in other terms, honor and reputation ; or the face of men may mean “ the dejected look of the people." Mason thought we should read, “ the faith of men.”
2 Steevens thinks there may be an allusion here to the custom of decimation, i. e. the selection by lot of every tenth soldier, in a genera] mutiny, for punishment.