The Same. CÆSAR'S House. |
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Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR in his night-gown. |
| Cæs. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: |
| Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out, |
| 'Help, ho! They murder Cæsar!' Who's within? |
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Enter a Servant. |
| Serv. My lord! |
| Cæs. Go bid the priests do present sacrifice, |
| And bring me their opinions of success. |
| Serv. I will, my lord. [Exit. |
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Enter CALPHURNIA. |
| Cal. What mean you, Cæsar? Think you to walk forth? |
| You shall not stir out of your house to-day. |
| Cæs. Cæsar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me |
| Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see |
| The face of Cæsar, they are vanished. |
| Cal. Cæsar, I never stood on ceremonies, |
| Yet now they fright me. There is one within, |
| Besides the things that we have heard and seen, |
| Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. |
| A lioness hath whelped in the streets; |
| And graves have yawn'd and yielded up their dead; |
| Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, |
| In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, |
| Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; |
| The noise of battle hurtled in the air, |
| Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, |
| And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. |
| O Cæsar! these things are beyond all use, |
| And I do fear them. |
| Cæs. What can be avoided |
| Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty gods? |
| Yet Cæsar shall go forth; for these predictions |
| Are to the world in general as to Cæsar. |
| Cal. When beggars die there are no comets seen; |
| The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. |
| Cæs. Cowards die many times before their deaths; |
| The valiant never taste of death but once. |
| Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, |
| It seems to me most strange that men should fear; |
| Seeing that death, a necessary end, |
| Will come when it will come. |
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Re-enter Servant. |
| What say the augurers? |
| Serv. They would not have you to stir forth to-day. |
| Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, |
| They could not find a heart within the beast. |
| Cæs. The gods do this in shame of cowardice: |
| Cæsar should be a beast without a heart |
| If he should stay at home to-day for fear. |
| No, Cæsar shall not; danger knows full well |
| That Cæsar is more dangerous than he: |
| We are two lions litter'd in one day, |
| And I the elder and more terrible: |
| And Cæsar shall go forth. |
| Cal. Alas! my lord, |
| Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. |
| Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear |
| That keeps you in the house, and not your own. |
| We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house, |
| And he shall say you are not well to-day: |
| Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. |
| Cæs. Mark Antony shall say I am not well; |
| And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. |
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Enter DECIUS. |
| Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. |
| Dec. Cæsar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Cæsar: |
| I come to fetch you to the senate-house. |
| Cæs. And you are come in very happy time |
| To bear my greeting to the senators, |
| And tell them that I will not come to-day: |
| Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser; |
| I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius. |
| Cal. Say he is sick. |
| Cæs. Shall Cæsar send a lie? |
| Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far |
| To be afeard to tell greybeards the truth? |
| Decius, go tell them Cæsar will not come. |
| Dec. Most mighty Cæsar, let me know some cause, |
| Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. |
| Cæs. The cause is in my will: I will not come; |
| That is enough to satisfy the senate: |
| But for your private satisfaction, |
| Because I love you, I will let you know: |
| Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: |
| She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, |
| Which, like a fountain with a hundred spouts, |
| Did run pure blood; and many lusty Romans |
| Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: |
| And these does she apply for warnings and portents, |
| And evils imminent; and on her knee |
| Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. |
| Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted; |
| It was a vision fair and fortunate: |
| Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, |
| In which so many smiling Romans bath'd, |
| Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck |
| Reviving blood, and that great men shall press |
| For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance. |
| This by Calphurnia's dream is signified. |
| Cæs. And this way have you well expounded it. |
| Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say: |
| And know it now: the senate have concluded |
| To give this day a crown to mighty Cæsar. |
| If you shall send them word you will not come, |
| Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock |
| Apt to be render'd, for some one to say |
| 'Break up the senate till another time, |
| When Cæsar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' |
| If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper |
| 'Lo! Cæsar is afraid?' |
| Pardon me, Cæsar; for my dear dear love |
| To your proceeding bids me tell you this, |
| And reason to my love is liable. |
| Cæs. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia! |
| I am ashamed I did yield to them. |
| Give me my robe, for I will go: |
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Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA, TREBONIUS, and CINNA. |
| And look where Publius is come to fetch me. |
| Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar. |
| Cæs. Welcome, Publius. |
| What! Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? |
| Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, |
| Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy |
| As that same ague which hath made you lean. |
| What is't o'clock? |
| Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight. |
| Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. |
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Enter ANTONY. |
| See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, |
| Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony. |
| Ant. So to most noble Cæsar. |
| Cæs. Bid them prepare within: |
| I am to blame to be thus waited for. |
| Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius! |
| I have an hour's talk in store for you; |
| Remember that you call on me to-day: |
| Be near me, that I may remember you. |
| Treb. Cæsar, I will:—[Aside.] and so near will I be, |
| That your best friends shall wish I had been further. |
| Cæs. Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; |
| And we, like friends, will straightway go together. |
| Bru. [Aside.] That every like is not the same, O Cæsar! |
| The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon. [Exeunt. |
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