Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; If I know this, know all the world befides, So Cafca. So can I: every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity. Caf. And why fhould Cæfar be a tyrant then? So vile a thing as Cæfar? But, O, grief! Cafea. You fpeak to Cafca: and to fuch a man, As who goes fartheft. Caf. There's a bargain made. Now know you, Cafca, I have mov'd already To To undergo, with me, an enterprize It favours like the work we have in hand, Enter CINNA. Cafca. Stand clofe a while, for here comes one in hafte, Caf. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait; He is a friend.—Cinna, where haste you fo? Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus Cimber? To our attempts. Am I not ftaid for, Cinna? Cin. Yes, You are. O, Caffius, if you could but win The noble Brutus to our party Caf. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this paper And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; fet this up with wax Upon old Brutus' ftatue: all this done, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you fhall find us. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there? Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone To feek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And fo beftow these papers as you bade me. Caf. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. [Exit CINNA. Come, Come, Cafca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. Cafea. O, he fits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchymy, Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Caf. 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 fure of him. [Exeunt ACT II. SCENE 1. Enter BRUTUS, in his orchard. WHAT, Lucius! ho! Brutus. I cannot, by the progress of the stars, Give guess how near to day.Lucius, I fay! Luc. Call'd you, my lord? Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here. [Exit. Bru. It must be by his death: and, for my part, Bru I know no perfonal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:- And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous; Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. The taper burneth in your clofet, fir. Bru [Exit. Bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word. Luc. I will, fir. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give fo much light, that I may read by them. [Opens the letter, and reads. Brutus, thou fleep'ft; awake, and fee thyfelf. Such inftigations have been often dropp'd Shall Rome Thus must I piece it out; Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe? What! Rome? The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. To fpeak, and ftrike? O Roman! I make thee promife, Re-enter LUCIUS. Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. [Knocks within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate; fomebody knocks. [Exit LUCIUS. Since Caffius first did whet me against Cæfar, I have not flept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing, Re-enter |