not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou haft wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæfar. If thou be'ft not immortal, look about thee: Jecurity gives way to confpiracy. The mighty Gods defend Thy Lover, Artemidorus. thee! Here will I ftand, 'till Cæfar pafs along, If thou read this, O Cæfar, thou may'st live; Enter Porcia and Lucius. [Exit. Por. I pr'ythee, boy, run to the Senate-houfe; Luc. To know my errand, Madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue; Luc. Madam, what fhould I do? Run to the Capitol, and nothing else? And fo return to you, and nothing else? Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy Lord look well, For he went fickly forth and take good note, What Cæfar doth, what fuitors prefs to him. at Cnidos, as we learn from Plutarch, Appian, &e. did not pretend to know any thing of the Confpiracy against Cæfar by Prefcience, or Prognoftication. He was a Sophift, who taught that Science in Greek at Rome; by which Means being intimate with Brutus, and thofe about him, he got into their Secret; and, out of his old Affection for Cæfar, was defirous of acquainting him with his Danger. Hark, Hark, boy! what noise is that ? I heard a bustling rumour like a fray, Enter Artemidorus. Por. Come hither, fellow, which way haft thou been? Art. About the ninth hour, Lady. Por, Is Cafar yet gone to the Capitol ? my stand, Por. Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar, haft thou not ? Art. That I have, Lady, if it will pleafe Cafar To be fo good to Cafar, as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself. Por. Why,know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him? I'll get me to a place more void, and there [Exit. Por. I must go inaye me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus !.. The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! Sure, the boy heard me :-Brutus hath a fuit, That Cæfar will not grant.-O, I grow faint: Run, Lucius, and commend me to my Lord; Say, I am merry; come to me again, And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. [Exeunt feverally. Аст SCENE, the Street before the Capitol; and the Capitol openmo ao b Flourish. Enter Cæfar, Brutus, Caffius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Popilius, Publius, and the Soothsayer. CESAR. BIRO HE Ides of March are come. TH Sooth. Ay, Cafar, but not gone.. Art. Hail, Cafar: read this fchedule. C Art. O'Cæfar, read mine firft; for mine's a fuit, y That touches Cæfar nearer. Read it, great Gafar.. Caf. What touches us ourself, fhall be laft fervid. Art. Delay not Cefar, read it instantly. Caf. What, is the fellow mad ? Pub. Sirrah, give place." Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive. Pop. Fare you well. Bru. What faid Popilius Lena? Caf. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive: I fear, our purpose is difcovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark him. Bru. Caffius, be conftant: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose; For, look, he fmiles, and Cæfar doth not change. Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and fecond him. Cin. Cafea, you are the firft that rears your hand. Caf. Are we all ready? what is now amifs, That Cafar and his Senate muft redress? Met. Moft high, most mighty, and moft puiffant Cæfar, Caf. I must prevent thee, Cimber ; [Kneeling. With that which melteth fools; I mean, fweet words: If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, Know, Cafar doth not wrong; nor without caufe Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, To found more sweetly in great Cæfar's ear, For the repealing of my banifh'd brother? Bru. I kifs thy hand, but not in flattery, Cafar; Caf. Pardon, Cafar; Cæfar, pardon; Caf. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; But But I am conftant as the northern ftar, That I was conftant, Cimber should be banish'd ; Cim. O Cafar Caf. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus? Caf. Doth not Brutus bootlefs kneel? Cafca. Speak hands for me." [They fab Cæfar, Caf. Et tu, Brute ?. then fall Cafar! [Dies. Cin. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead Bru People, and Senators! be not affrighted; Dec. And Caffius too. Bru. Where's Publius? Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand faft together, left fome friends of Cafar's Should chance Bru. Talk not of ftanding. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your perfon, Nor to no Roman elfe; fo tell them, Publius. Caf. And leave us, Publius, left that the people, Rufhing on us, fhould do your age fome mifchief. Bru. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed, But we the doers. " Enter |