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That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir. Searching the window for a flint, I found This paper, thus seal'd
and, I am sure, It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Luc. I know not, sir.
[Erit. Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, Give so much light, that I may read by them.
[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. Shall Rome, 8c. Thus, must I piece it out ; Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What!
· Low steps.
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.
[Knock within. Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks.
[Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, 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 : 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, Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Brut.
Is he alone?
know them? Luc. No, sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their
Let them enter.
They are the faction. O conspiracy !
Enter CassiuS, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METEL
LUS CIMBER, and TREBONIUS.
Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Know I these men, that come along with you?
Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
He is welcome hither.
He is welcome too.
They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. Dec. Here lies the east : Doth not the day break
here? Casca. No. Cin. 0, pardon, sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day.
• Walk in thy true form.
Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de
ceiv'd. 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 Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, 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 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, And will not palter ?? and what other oath, Than honesty to honesty engag’d, That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous , Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt: but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprize, Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, 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
6 Perhaps Shakspeare wrote faith.
8 Cautious. VOL. VIII.
Of any promise that hath pass’d from him.
Cas. But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him ? I think, he will stand very strong with us.
Casca. Let us not leave him out.
No, by no means.
Then leave him out.
9 Let us not break the matter to him.