Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men.
Casca. Who ever knew the heaveus menace so?
Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full
of faults.

For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night;
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone:
And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present, myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.

Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt
the heavens?

It is the part of men to fear and tremble,
When the most mighty Gods, by tokens, send
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks
of life

That should be in a Roman, you do want,
Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens:
But if you would consider the true cause,
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind;
Why old men fools, and children calculate;
Wh all these things change, from their ordinance,
Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

The To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,
To be hat heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits,
But neo make them instruments of fear, and warnings
Did Into some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca,
Either ame to thee a man most like this dreadful night;
Or elshat thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
Incenss doth the lion in the Capitol :

Cic. man no mightier than thyself, or me,

In personal action; yet prodigious grown,
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.
Casca. 'Tis Caesar that you mean:
Is it not,

Cassius?

Cas. Let it be who it is: for Romans now
Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors;
But, woe the while! our fathers' minds are dead,
And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morro✩
Mean to establish Caesar as a
esar as a King:

And he shall wear his crown, by sea
In every place, save here in Italy,

and land,

Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then;
Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
Therein, ye Gods, you make the weak most strong;
Therein, ye Gods, you tyrants do defeat:
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these wordly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

If I know this, know all the world besides,
That part of tyranny, that I do bear,
I can shake off at pleasure.

Casca. So can I:

So every bondman in his own hand bears
The power to cancel his captivity.

Cas. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor mau! I know, he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees, the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Those that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
For the base matter to illuminate

So vile a thing as Caesar? But, O, grief!
Where hast thou led me?1, perhaps, speak this
Before a willing bondman then know

My answer must be made: But I am arm'd,
And dangers are to me indifferent.

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man,
There is no fleering tell-tale. Hold my hand
Be factions for redress of all these griefs;

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Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not staid 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 staid for, Cinna? Tell me.

Cin. Yes,

You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win
The noble Brutus to our party

Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this
ashbapaper,

And look you lay it in the praetor's chair,

Where Brutus may but had it; and throw this

In at his windows set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus' statue: all this done,

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Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there?

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Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone To seek you at your housed Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bade me. Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. 3 rot yela vedt Exit CINNA. Gome, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day Is See Brutus at his house three parts of him, 979d”. Is ours already and the man entirelimon de her. Upon the next encounter, yields him ours, jovst Casca. Opheits 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. enCassin Him, and this worth and four great need gland f of him,

You have right well conceited. Let us go.850 For it is after midnight; and, ere-day,& at 45 We will awake him and be sure of him

[Exeunt.

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Enter LUCIUS.

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Luc. Call'd you, my Lord?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: When it is lighted, come and call me here.

Luc. I will, my Lord,

Bru. It must be by his

I know no personal
But for

[Exit.

and, for my part,

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general. He would be crown'd:

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It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder;
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?
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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

I have not known when

Caesar, his affections sway'd More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;