CAESAR

Calphurnia. Calphurnia. Stand you directly in Antonio is way, When he does run his course. Antonio. Forget not in your speed Antonio, To touch Calphurnia : for our Elders say, The Barren touched in this holy chase, Shake off their sterrile curse. Set on, and leave no Ceremony out. Would? Who calls? Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a Tongue shriller then all the Music Cry, Caesar : Speak, Caesar is turned to hear. What man is that? Set him before me, let me see his face. What sayest thou to me now? Speak once again. He is a Dreamer, let us leave him: Pass. Antonio. Let me have men about me, that are fat, Sleeke-headed men, and such as sleep anights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Would he were fatter; But I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much, He is a great Observer, and he looks Quite through the Deeds of men. He loves no Plays, As thou dost Antony: he hears no Music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he, be never at hearts ease, While they behold a greater then themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be feared, Then what I fear: for always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly, what thou thinkest of him. Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice, And bring me their opinions of Success. Caesar shall forth; the things that threatened me, Never looked but on my back: When they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished. What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty Gods? Yet Caesar shall go forth: for these Predictions Are to the world in general, as to Caesar. Cowards die many times before their death's, The valiant never taste of death but once: Of all the Wonders that I yet have herd, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end Will come, when it will come. What say the Augurers? The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice: Caesar should be a Beast without a heart If he should stay at home to day sor fear: No Caesar shall not; Danger knows full well That Caesar is more dangerous then he. We hear two Lyons littered in one day, And I the elder and more terrible, And Caesar shall go forth. Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And for thy humour, I will stay at home. Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. And you are come in very happy time, To bear my greeting to the Senators, And tell them that I will not come to day: Cannot, is false: and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to day, tell them so Decius. Shall Caesar send a Lie? Have I in Conquest stretched mine Arm so far, To be afeared to tell Gray-beards the truth: Decius, go tell them, Caesar will not come. The cause is in my Will, I will not come, That is enough to satisfy the Senate But for your private satisfaction, Because I love you, I will let you know. Calphurnia here my wife, stays me at home: She dreamt to night, she saw my Statue, Which Like a Fountain, with and hundred spouts Did run pure blood: and many lusty Roman Came smiling, & did bath their hands in it: And these does she apply, for warnings and portents, And evils imminent; and on her knee Hath begged, that I will stay at home to day. And this way have you well expounded it. How foolish do your fears seem now Calphurnia ? I am ashamed I did yield to them. Give me my Robe, for I will go. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Welcome Publius. What Brutus, are you stirred so early too? Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius, Caesar was never so much your enemy, As that same Ague which hath made you lean. What is't a Clock? I thank you for your pains and courtesy. See, Antony that Revels long anights Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow Antony. Bid them prepare within: I am too blame to be thus waited for. Now Cynna now Metellus: what Trebonius, I have and hours talk in store for you: Remember that you call on me to day: Be near me, that I may remember you. Good Friends go in, and taste some wine with me And we (Like Friends) will straight way go together. The Ides of March are come. What touches us our self, shall be last served. What, is the fellow mad? Are we all ready? What is now amiss, That Caesar and his Senate must redress? I must prevent thee Cymber : These couchings, and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men, And turn preordinance, and first Decree Into the lane of Children. Be not found. To think that Caesar bears such Rebel blood That will be thawed from the true quality With that which melts Fools, I mean sweet words, Low-crooked-curtsies, and base Spaniel fawning: Thy Brother by decree is banished: If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, I spurn thee Like a Cur out of my way. Know, Caesar does not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied. What Brutus ? I could be well moved, if I were as you, If I could pray to move, Prayers would move me: But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the Firmament. The Skies are painted with unnumbered sparks, They are all Fire, and every one does shine: But, there's but one in all does hold his place. So, in the World; It's furnished well with Men, And Men are Flesh and Blood, and apprehensive; Yet in the number, I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Rank, Unshaked of Motion: and that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this: That I was constant Cymber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so. Hence: Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Does not Brutus bootless kneel? Et Tu Brutè? —Then fallen Caesar. Nor Heaven, nor Earth, Have been at peace to night: Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleep cried out, Help, ho: They murder Caesar. Who's within?