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ACT II SCENE I Setting: Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.

Enter BRUTUS.

BRUTUS	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!	5
	Enter LUCIUS.
LUCIUS	Call'd you, my lord?
BRUTUS	Get me a taper in my study, Lucius:
	When it is lighted, come and call me here.
LUCIUS	I will, my lord.
	Exit
BRUTUS	It must be by his death: and for my part,	10
	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;––	15
	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 from power: and, to speak truth of Caesar,
	I have not known when his affections sway'd	20
	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,	25
	Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
	By which he did ascend. So Caesar 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,	30
	Would run to these and these extremities:
	And therefore think him as a serpent's egg
	Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,
	And kill him in the shell.
	Re–enter LUCIUS.
LUCIUS	The taper burneth in your closet, sir.	35
	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 the letter.
BRUTUS	Get you to bed again; it is not day.
	Is not to–morrow, boy, the ides of March?	40
LUCIUS	I know not, sir.
BRUTUS	Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
LUCIUS	I will, sir.
	Exit
BRUTUS	The exhalations whizzing in the air
	Give so much light that I may read by them.	45
	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.	50
	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	55
	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!
	Re–enter LUCIUS.
LUCIUS	Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
	Knocking within
BRUTUS	Tis good. Go to the gate; somebody knocks.
	Exit LUCIUS.
	Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,	61
	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:	65
	The Genius and the mortal instruments
	Are then in council; and the state of man,
	Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
	The nature of an insurrection.
	Re–enter LUCIUS.
LUCIUS	Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door,	70
	Who doth desire to see you.
BRUTUS	Is he alone?
LUCIUS	No, sir, there are moe with him.
BRUTUS	Do you know them?
LUCIUS	No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears,
	And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
	That by no means I may discover them	75
	By any mark of favour.
BRUTUS	Let 'em enter.
	Exit LUCIUS.
	They are the faction. O conspiracy,
	Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
	When evils are most free? O, then by day
	Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough	80
	To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy;
	Hide it in smiles and affability:
	For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
	Not Erebus itself were dim enough
	To hide thee from prevention.	85

Enter the conspirators, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CINNA, METELLUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS

CASSIUS	I think we are too bold upon your rest:
	Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you?
BRUTUS	I have been up this hour, awake all night.
	Know I these men that come along with you?
CASSIUS	Yes, every man of them, and no man here	90
	But honours you; and every one doth wish
	You had but that opinion of yourself
	Which every noble Roman bears of you.
	This is Trebonius.
BRUTUS	He is welcome hither.
CASSIUS	This, Decius Brutus.
BRUTUS	He is welcome too.
CASSIUS	This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUS	They are all welcome.
	What watchful cares do interpose themselves
	Betwixt your eyes and night?	99
CASSIUS	Shall I entreat a word?
	BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper.
DECIUS BRUTUS	Here lies the east: doth not the day break here?
CASCA	No.
CINNA	O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon gray lines
	That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
CASCA	You shall confess that you are both deceived.	105
	Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
	Which is a great way growing on the south,
	Weighing the youthful season of the year.
	Some two months hence up higher toward the north
	He first presents his fire; and the high east	110
	Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
BRUTUS	Give me your hands all over, one by one.
CASSIUS	And let us swear our resolution.
BRUTUS	No, not an oath: if not the face of men,
	The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,––	115
	If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
	And every man hence to his idle bed;
	So let high–sighted tyranny range on,
	Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
	As I am sure they do, bear fire enough	120
	To kindle cowards and to steel with valour
	The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,
	What need we any spur but our own cause,
	To prick us to redress? what other bond
	Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word,	125
	And will not palter? and what other oath
	Than honesty to honesty engaged,
	That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
	Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,
	Old feeble carrions and such suffering souls	130
	That welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swear
	Such creatures as men doubt; but do not stain
	The even virtue of our enterprise,
	Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits,
	To think that or our cause or our performance	135
	Did need an oath; when every drop of blood
	That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
	Is guilty of a several bastardy,
	If he do break the smallest particle
	Of any promise that hath pass'd from him.	140
CASSIUS	But what of Cicero? shall we sound him?
	I think he will stand very strong with us.
CASCA	Let us not leave him out.
CINNA	No, by no means.
METELLUS CIMBER	O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
	Will purchase us a good opinion	145
	And buy men's voices to commend our deeds:
	It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;
	Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
	But all be buried in his gravity.
BRUTUS	O, name him not: let us not break with him;
	For he will never follow any thing	151
	That other men begin.
CASSIUS	Then leave him out.
CASCA	Indeed he is not fit.
DECIUS BRUTUS	Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
CASSIUS	Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,
	Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,
	Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him
	A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,
	If he improve them, may well stretch so far
	As to annoy us all: which to prevent,	160
	Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
BRUTUS	Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
	To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,
	Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
	For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:
	Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
	We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;
	And in the spirit of men there is no blood:
	O, that we then could come by Caesar's spirit,
	And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,	170
	Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
	Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
	Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
	Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:
	And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,	175
	Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
	And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
	Our purpose necessary and not envious:
	Which so appearing to the common eyes,
	We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.	180
	And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
	For he can do no more than Caesar's arm
	When Caesar's head is off.
CASSIUS	Yet I fear him;
	For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar––
BRUTUS	Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:	185
	If he love Caesar, all that he can do
	Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:
	And that were much he should; for he is given
	To sports, to wildness and much company.
TREBONIUS	There is no fear in him; let him not die;	190
	For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
	Clock strikes.
BRUTUS	Peace! count the clock.
CASSIUS	The clock hath stricken three.
TREBONIUS	Tis time to part.
CASSIUS	But it is doubtful yet,
	Whether Caesar will come forth to–day, or no;
	For he is superstitious grown of late,	195
	Quite from the main opinion he held once
	Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies:
	It may be, these apparent prodigies,
	The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
	And the persuasion of his augurers,	200
	May hold him from the Capitol to–day.
DECIUS BRUTUS	Never fear that: if he be so resolved,
	I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear
	That unicorns may be betray'd with trees,
	And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,	205
	Lions with toils and men with flatterers;
	But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
	He says he does, being then most flattered.
	Let me work;
	For I can give his humour the true bent,	210
	And I will bring him to the Capitol.
CASSIUS	Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
BRUTUS	By the eighth hour: is that the uttermost?
CINNA	Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
METELLUS CIMBER	Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,	215
	Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey:
	I wonder none of you have thought of him.
BRUTUS	Now, good Metellus, go along by him:
	He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
	Send him but hither, and I'll fashion him.	220
CASSIUS	The morning comes upon's: we'll leave you, Brutus.
	And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
	What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
BRUTUS	Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
	Let not our looks put on our purposes,	225
	But bear it as our Roman actors do,
	With untired spirits and formal constancy:
	And so good morrow to you every one.
	Exeunt all but BRUTUS.
	Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
	Enjoy the honey–heavy dew of slumber:	230
	Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
	Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
	Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
	Enter PORTIA.
PORTIA	Brutus, my lord!
BRUTUS	Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?
	It is not for your health thus to commit	235
	Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
PORTIA	Nor for yours neither. You've ungently, Brutus,
	Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,
	You suddenly arose, and walk'd about,
	Musing and sighing, with your arms across,	240
	And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
	You stared upon me with ungentle looks;
	I urged you further; then you scratch'd your head,
	And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot;
	Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,	245
	But, with an angry wafture of your hand,
	Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;
	Fearing to strengthen that impatience
	Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
	Hoping it was but an effect of humour,	250
	Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
	It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,
	And could it work so much upon your shape
	As it hath much prevail'd on your condition,
	I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,	255
	Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
BRUTUS	I am not well in health, and that is all.
PORTIA	Brutus is wise, and, were he not in health,
	He would embrace the means to come by it.
BRUTUS	Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.	260
PORTIA	Is Brutus sick? and is it physical
	To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
	Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
	And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
	To dare the vile contagion of the night	265
	And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
	To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
	You have some sick offence within your mind,
	Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
	I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,	270
	I charm you, by my once–commended beauty,
	By all your vows of love and that great vow
	Which did incorporate and make us one,
	That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
	Why you are heavy, and what men to–night	275
	Have had to resort to you: for here have been
	Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
	Even from darkness.
BRUTUS	Kneel not, gentle Portia.
PORTIA	I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
	Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,	280
	Is it excepted I should know no secrets
	That appertain to you? Am I yourself
	But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
	To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
	And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs	285
	Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
	Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
BRUTUS	You are my true and honourable wife,
	As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
	That visit my sad heart	290
PORTIA	If this were true, then should I know this secret.
	I grant I am a woman; but withal
	A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife:
	I grant I am a woman; but withal
	A woman well–reputed, Cato's daughter.	295
	Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
	Being so father'd and so husbanded?
	Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
	I have made strong proof of my constancy,
	Giving myself a voluntary wound	300
	Here, in the thigh: can I bear that with patience.
	And not my husband's secrets?
BRUTUS	O ye gods,
	Render me worthy of this noble wife!
	Knocking within.
	Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile;
	And by and by thy bosom shall partake	305
	The secrets of my heart.
	All my engagements I will construe to thee,
	All the charactery of my sad brows:
	Leave me with haste.
	Exit PORTIA.
	Lucius, who's that knocks?	309
	Re–enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS.
LUCIUS	He is a sick man that would speak with you.
BRUTUS	Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
	Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius! how?
LIGARIUS	Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
BRUTUS	O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
	To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
LIGARIUS	I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
	Any exploit worthy the name of honour.
BRUTUS	Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
	Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
LIGARIUS	By all the gods that Romans bow before,	320
	I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
	Brave son, derived from honourable loins!
	Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up
	My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
	And I will strive with things impossible;
	Yea, get the better of them. What's to do?
BRUTUS	A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
LIGARIUS	But are not some whole that we must make sick?
BRUTUS	That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
	I shall unfold to thee, as we are going	330
	To whom it must be done.
LIGARIUS	Set on your foot,
	And with a heart new–fired I follow you,
	To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
	That Brutus leads me on.	335
BRUTUS	Follow me, then.
	Exeunt