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.
The 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 sh.e.l.l.
Re-enter Lucius.
LUCIUS. 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.
BRUTUS. Get you to bed again, it is not day.
Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?
LUCIUS. I know not, sir.
BRUTUS. Look in the calendar and bring me word.
LUCIUS. I will, sir. Exit.
BRUTUS. 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 pet.i.tion at the hand of Brutus!
Re-enter Lucius.
LUCIUS. Sir, March is wasted fifteen days.
Knocking within.
BRUTUS. "Tis good. Go to the gate, somebody knocks.
Exit Lucius.
Since Ca.s.sius 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 man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Re-enter Lucius.
LUCIUS. Sir, "tis your brother Ca.s.sius at the door, Who doth desire to see you.
BRUTUS. Is he alone?
LUCIUS. No, sir, there are more with him.
BRUTUS. Do you know them?
LUCIUS. 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.
BRUTUS. Let "em enter. Exit Lucius.
They are the faction. O Conspiracy, Shamest thou to show thy dangerous 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, Ca.s.sius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber, and Trebonius.
Ca.s.sIUS. I think we are too bold upon your rest.
Good morrow, Brutus, do we trouble you?
BRUTUS. I have been up this hour, awake all night.
Know I these men that come along with you?
Ca.s.sIUS. 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 n.o.ble Roman bears of you.
This is Trebonius.
BRUTUS. He is welcome hither.
Ca.s.sIUS. This, Decius Brutus.
BRUTUS. He is welcome too.
Ca.s.sIUS. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUS. They are all welcome.
What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night?
Ca.s.sIUS. Shall I entreat a word? They whisper.
DECIUS. Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here?
CASCA. No.
CINNA. O, pardon, sir, it doth, and yongrey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
CASCA. You shall confess that you are both deceived.
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.
BRUTUS. Give me your hands all over, one by one.
Ca.s.sIUS. And let us swear our resolution.
BRUTUS. 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 p.r.i.c.k 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 engaged 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 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 n.o.bly bears, Is guilty of a several b.a.s.t.a.r.dy If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pa.s.s"d from him.
Ca.s.sIUS. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?
I think he will stand very strong with us.
CASCA. Let us not leave him out.
CINNA. No, by no means.
METELLUS. 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 judgement ruled our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his gravity.
BRUTUS. O, name him not; let us not break with him, For he will never follow anything That other men begin.
Ca.s.sIUS. Then leave him out.
CASCA. Indeed he is not fit.
DECIUS. Shall no man else be touch"d but only Caesar?
Ca.s.sIUS. Decius, well urged. I think it is not meet Mark Antony, so well beloved 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.
BRUTUS. Our course will seem too b.l.o.o.d.y, Caius Ca.s.sius, 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 us 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 G.o.ds, Not hew him as a carca.s.s 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.
Ca.s.sIUS. Yet I fear him, For in the ingrated love he bears to Caesar- BRUTUS. Alas, good Ca.s.sius, 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.
TREBONIUS. There is no fear in him-let him not die, For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.
Clock strikes.
BRUTUS. Peace, count the clock.
Ca.s.sIUS. The clock hath stricken three.
TREBONIUS. "Tis time to part.
Ca.s.sIUS. But it is doubtful yet Whether Caesar will come forth today or no, For he is superst.i.tious 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.
DECIUS. Never fear that. If he be so resolved, I can o"ersway him, for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betray"d with trees, And bears with gla.s.ses, 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.
Ca.s.sIUS. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him.
BRUTUS. By the eighth hour. Is that the utter most?
CINNA. Be that the uttermost, and fail not then.