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  CICERO. Good even, Casca. Brought you Caesar home?

    Why are you breathless, and why stare you so?

  CASCA. Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth

    Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

    I have seen tempests when the scolding winds

    Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen

    The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam

    To be exalted with the threatening clouds,

    But never till tonight, never till now,

    Did I go through a tempest dropping fire.

    Either there is a civil strife in heaven,

    Or else the world too saucy with the gods

    Incenses them to send destruction.

  CICERO. Why, saw you anything more wonderful?

  CASCA. A common slave- you know him well by sight-

    Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn

    Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand

    Not sensible of fire remain'd unscorch'd.

    Besides- I ha' not since put up my sword-

    Against the Capitol I met a lion,

    Who glaz'd upon me and went surly by

    Without annoying me. And there were drawn

    Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women

    Transformed with their fear, who swore they saw

    Men all in fire walk up and down the streets.

    And yesterday the bird of night did sit

    Even at noonday upon the marketplace,

    Howling and shrieking. When these prodigies

    Do so conjointly meet, let not men say

    "These are their reasons; they are natural":

    For I believe they are portentous things

    Unto the climate that they point upon.

  CICERO. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time.

    But men may construe things after their fashion,

    Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

    Comes Caesar to the Capitol tomorrow?

  CASCA. He doth, for he did bid Antonio

    Send word to you he would be there tomorrow.

  CICERO. Good then, Casca. This disturbed sky

    Is not to walk in.

  CASCA. Farewell, Cicero. Exit Cicero.

  CASSIUS. Who's there?

  CASCA. A Roman.

  CASSIUS. Casca, by your voice.

  CASCA. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this!

  CASSIUS. A very pleasing night to honest men.

  CASCA. Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

  CASSIUS. 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 bared my bosom to the thunderstone;

    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.

  CASSIUS. 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,

    Why all these things change from their ordinance,

    Their natures, and preformed faculties

    To monstrous quality, why, you shall find

    That heaven hath infused them with these spirits

    To make them instruments of fear and warning

    Unto some monstrous state.

    Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man

    Most like this dreadful night,

    That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars

    As doth the lion in the Capitol,

    A 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?

  CASSIUS. Let it be who it is, for Romans now

    Have thews 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 tomorrow

    Mean to establish Caesar as a king,

    And he shall wear his crown by sea and land

    In every place save here in Italy.

  CASSIUS. 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 worldly 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. Thunder still.

  CASCA. So can I.

    So every bondman in his own hand bears

    The power to cancel his captivity.

  CASSIUS. And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?

    Poor man! 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? I perhaps speak this

    Before a willing bondman; then I 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

    That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand.

    Be factious for redress of all these griefs,

    And I will set this foot of mine as far

    As who goes farthest.

  CASSIUS. There's a bargain made.

    Now know you, Casca, I have moved already

    Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans

    To undergo with me an enterprise

    Of honorable-dangerous consequence;

    And I do know by this, they stay for me

    In Pompey's Porch. For now, this fearful night,

    There is no stir or walking in the streets,

    And the complexion of the element

    In favor's like the work we have in hand,

    Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

  CASCA. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.

  CASSIUS. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait;

    He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?

  CINNA. To find out you. Who's that? Metellus Cimber?

  CASSIUS. No, it is Casca, one incorporate

    To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna?

  CINNA. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this!

    There's two or three of us have seen strange sights.

  CASSIUS. Am I not stay'd for? Tell me.

  CINNA. Yes, you are.

    O Cassius, if you could

    But win the noble Brutus to our party-

  CASSIUS. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,

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

    Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this

    In at his window; set this up with wax

    Upon old Brutus' statue. All this done,

    Repair to Pompey's Porch, where you shall find us.

    Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?

  CINNA. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone

    To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie

    And so bestow these papers as you bade me.

  CASSIUS. That done, repair to Pompey's Theatre.

    Come, Casca, you and I will yet ere day

    See Brutus at his house. Three parts of him

    Is ours already, and the man entire

    Upon the next encounter yields him ours.

  CASCA. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts,

    And that which would appear offense in us,

    His countenance, like richest alchemy,

    Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

  CASSIUS. Him and his worth and our great need of him

    You have right well conceited. Let us go,

    For it is after midnight, and ere day

    We will awake him and be sure of him. Exeunt.