That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand : And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest. Cas. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Casca, I have moved already Of honourable-dangerous consequence; In favour's like the work we have in hand, Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. Cas. 'Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait: Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stayed 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 stayed for? Cin. O Cassius, if you could Tell me. Yes, you are But win the noble Brutus to our party Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. 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. 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, 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. [ [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Rome. BRUTUS'S Orchard. Enter BRUTUS. Bru. What, Lucius, ho! I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say!- Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS. Luc. Called you, my lord? What, 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, that; Crown him?— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins I have not known when his affections swayed Would run to these and these extremities : And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Which, hatched, would as his kind grow mis chievous; And kill him in the shell. Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found [Giving him a letter. 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. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Luc. I 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!' 'Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake!' Such instigations have been often dropped 'Shall Rome, &c.' Thus must I piece it out: |