Act 2, Scene 1
Rome. Brutus’s orchard.
- Enter Brutus in his orchard.
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- What, Lucius, ho!
- I cannot by the progress of the stars
- Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
- I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
- When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say! What, Lucius!
- Enter Lucius.
- Call’d you, my lord?
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- Get me a taper in my study, Lucius.
- When it is lighted, come and call me here.
- I will, my lord.
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- It must be by his death; and for my part,
- I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
- But for the general. He would be crown’d:
- How that might change his nature, there’s the question.
- It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
- And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
- And then I grant we put a sting in him
- That at his will he may do danger with.
- Th’ abuse of greatness is when it disjoins
- Remorse from power; and to speak truth of Caesar,
- I have not known when 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;
- But when he once attains the upmost round,
- He then unto the ladder turns his back,
- Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
- By which he did ascend. So Caesar may;
- Then lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrel
- Will bear no color for the thing he is,
- Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
- Would run to these and these extremities;
- And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg,
- Which, hatch’d, would as his kind grow mischievous,
- And kill him in the shell.
- Enter Lucius.
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- The taper burneth in your closet, sir.
- Searching the window for a flint, I found
- This paper, thus seal’d up, and I am sure
- It did not lie there when I went to bed.
- Gives him the letter.
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- Get you to bed again, it is not day.
- Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?
- I know not, sir.
- Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
- I will, sir.
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- 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, etc. Speak, strike, redress!”
- “Brutus, thou sleep’st; awake!”
- Such instigations have been often dropp’d
- Where I have took them up.
- “Shall Rome, etc.” Thus must I piece it out:
- Shall Rome stand under one man’s awe? What, Rome?
- My ancestors did from the streets of Rome
- The Tarquin drive when he was call’d a king.
- “Speak, strike, redress!” Am I entreated
- To speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
- If the redress will follow, thou receivest
- Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
- Enter Lucius.
- Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
- Knock within.
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- ’Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody knocks.
- Exit Lucius.
- Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar,
- 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 a man,
- Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
- The nature of an insurrection.
- Enter Lucius.
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- Sir, ’tis your brother Cassius at the door,
- Who doth desire to see you.
- Is he alone?
- No, sir, there are more with him.
- Do you know them?
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- No, sir, their hats are pluck’d about their ears,
- And half their faces buried in their cloaks,
- That by no means I may discover them
- By any mark of favor.
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- Let ’em enter.
- Exit Lucius.
- They are the faction. O Conspiracy,
- Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
- When evils are most free? O then, by day
- Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
- To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspiracy!
- Hide it in smiles and affability;
- For if thou path, thy native semblance on,
- Not Erebus itself were dim enough
- To hide thee from prevention.
- Enter the conspirators, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna,
- Metellus, and Trebonius.
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- I think we are too bold upon your rest.
- Good morrow, Brutus, do we trouble you?
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- I have been up this hour, awake all night.
- Know I these men that come along with you?
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- Yes, every man of them; and no man here
- But honors you; and every one doth wish
- You had but that opinion of yourself
- Which every noble Roman bears of you.
- This is Trebonius.
- He is welcome hither.
- This, Decius Brutus.
- He is welcome too.
- This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
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- They are all welcome.
- What watchful cares do interpose themselves
- Betwixt your eyes and night?
- Shall I entreat a word?
- They whisper.
- Here lies the east; doth not the day break here?
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- O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines
- That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
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- You shall confess that you are both deceiv’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.
- Give me your hands all over, one by one.
- And let us swear our resolution.
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- 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 valor
- 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 enterprise,
- Nor th’ 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
- Of any promise that hath pass’d from him.
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- But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
- I think he will stand very strong with us.
- Let us not leave him out.
- No, by no means.
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- O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
- Will purchase us a good opinion,
- And buy men’s voices to commend our deeds.
- It shall be said his judgment rul’d our hands;
- Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,
- But all be buried in his gravity.
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- O, name him not; let us not break with him,
- For he will never follow any thing
- That other men begin.
- Then leave him out.
- Indeed he is not fit.
- Shall no man else be touch’d but only Caesar?
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- Decius, well urg’d. I think it is not meet,
- Mark Antony, so well belov’d of Caesar,
- Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of him
- A shrewd contriver; and you know, his means,
- If he improve them, may well stretch so far
- As to annoy us all; which to prevent,
- Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
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- Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,
- To cut the head off and then hack the limbs—
- Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;
- For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.
- Let’s be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
- We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,
- And in the spirit of men there is no blood;
- O that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit,
- And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,
- Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,
- Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;
- Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,
- Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds;
- And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,
- Stir up their servants to an act of rage,
- And after seem to chide ’em. This shall make
- Our purpose necessary, and not envious;
- Which so appearing to the common eyes,
- We shall be call’d purgers, not murderers,
- And for Mark Antony, think not of him;
- For he can do no more than Caesar’s arm
- When Caesar’s head is off.
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- Yet I fear him,
- For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar—
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- Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.
- If he love Caesar, all that he can do
- Is to himself—take thought and die for Caesar;
- And that were much he should, for he is given
- To sports, to wildness, and much company.
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- There is no fear in him; let him not die,
- For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
- Clock strikes.
- Peace, count the clock.
- The clock hath stricken three.
- ’Tis time to part.
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- But it is doubtful yet
- Whether Caesar will come forth today or no;
- For he is superstitious grown of late,
- Quite from the main opinion he held once
- Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
- It may be these apparent prodigies,
- The unaccustom’d terror of this night,
- And the persuasion of his augurers
- May hold him from the Capitol today.
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- Never fear that. If he be so resolv’d,
- I can o’ersway him; for he loves to hear
- That unicorns may be betray’d with trees,
- And bears with glasses, elephants with holes,
- Lions with toils, and men with flatterers;
- But when I tell him he hates flatterers
- He says he does, being then most flattered.
- Let me work;
- For I can give his humor the true bent,
- And I will bring him to the Capitol.
- Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
- By the eight hour; is that the uttermost?
- Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.
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- Caius Ligarius doth bear Caesar hard,
- Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey;
- I wonder none of you have thought of him.
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- Now, good Metellus, go along by him.
- He loves me well, and I have given him reasons;
- Send him but hither, and I’ll fashion him.
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- The morning comes upon’s. We’ll leave you, Brutus,
- And, friends, disperse yourselves; but all remember
- What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.
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- Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily;
- Let not our looks put on our purposes,
- But bear it as our Roman actors do,
- With untir’d spirits and formal constancy.
- And so good morrow to you every one.
- Exeunt. Manet Brutus.
- Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter,
- Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
- Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
- Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
- Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.
- Enter Portia.
- Brutus, my lord!
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- Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
- It is not for your health thus to commit
- Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
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- Nor for yours neither. Y’ have ungently, Brutus,
- Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper
- You suddenly arose and walk’d about,
- Musing and sighing, with your arms across;
- And when I ask’d you what the matter was,
- You star’d upon me with ungentle looks.
- I urg’d you further; then you scratch’d your head,
- And too impatiently stamp’d with your foot.
- Yet I insisted, yet you answer’d not,
- But with an angry wafter of your hand
- Gave sign for me to leave you. So I did,
- Fearing to strengthen that impatience
- Which seem’d too much enkindled; and withal
- Hoping it was but an effect of humor,
- Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
- It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep;
- And could it work so much upon your shape
- As it hath much prevail’d on your condition,
- I should not know you Brutus. Dear my lord,
- Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.
- I am not well in health, and that is all.
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- Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
- He would embrace the means to come by it.
- Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.
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- Is Brutus sick? And is it physical
- To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
- Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick?
- And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
- To dare the vile contagion of the night,
- And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air
- To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus,
- You have some sick offense within your mind,
- Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
- I ought to know of; and upon my knees
- I charm you, by my once commended beauty,
- By all your vows of love, and that great vow
- Which did incorporate and make us one,
- That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
- Why you are heavy, and what men tonight
- Have had resort to you; for here have been
- Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
- Even from darkness.
- Kneel not, gentle Portia.
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- I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
- Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
- Is it excepted I should know no secrets
- That appertain to you? Am I yourself
- But, as it were, in sort or limitation.
- To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
- And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
- Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
- Portia is Brutus’ harlot, not his wife.
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- You are my true and honorable wife,
- As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
- That visit my sad heart.
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- If this were true, then should I know this secret.
- I grant I am a woman; but withal
- A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife.
- I grant I am a woman; but withal
- A woman well reputed, Cato’s daughter.
- Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
- Being so father’d and so husbanded?
- Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose ’em.
- I have made strong proof of my constancy,
- Giving myself a voluntary wound
- Here, in the thigh; can I bear that with patience,
- And not my husband’s secrets?
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- O ye gods!
- Render me worthy of this noble wife!
- Hark, hark, one knocks! Portia, go in a while,
- And by and by thy bosom shall partake
- The secrets of my heart.
- All my engagements I will construe to thee,
- All the charactery of my sad brows.
- Leave me with haste.
- Exit Portia.
- Lucius, who’s that knocks?
- Enter Lucius and Caius Ligarius.
- Here is a sick man that would speak with you.
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- Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
- Boy, stand aside.
- Exit Lucius.
- Caius Ligarius, how?
- Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
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- O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
- To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!
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- I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
- Any exploit worthy the name of honor.
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- Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
- Had you a healthful ear to hear of it.
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- By all the gods that Romans bow before,
- I here discard my sickness! Soul of Rome!
- Brave son, deriv’d from honorable loins!
- Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjur’d up
- My mortified spirit. Now bid me run,
- And I will strive with things impossible,
- Yea, get the better of them. What’s to do?
- A piece of work that will make sick men whole.
- But are not some whole that we must make sick?
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- That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
- I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,
- To whom it must be done.
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- Set on your foot,
- And with a heart new-fir’d I follow you,
- To do I know not what; but it sufficeth
- That Brutus leads me on.
- Follow me then.