| ACT II SCENE II | CAESAR's house. | |
| | Thunder and lightning. Enter CAESAR, in hisnight-gown | |
| CAESAR | Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: | |
| | Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, | |
| | 'Help, ho! they murder Caesar!' Who's within? | |
| | Enter a Servant | |
| Servant | My lord? | 5 |
| CAESAR | Go bid the priests do present sacrifice | |
| | And bring me their opinions of success. | |
| Servant | I will, my lord. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter CALPURNIA | |
| CALPURNIA | What mean you, Caesar? think you to walk forth? | |
| | You shall not stir out of your house to-day. | 10 |
| CAESAR | Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten'd me | |
| | Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see | |
| | The face of Caesar, they are vanished. | |
| CALPURNIA | Caesar, I never stood on ceremonies, | |
| | Yet now they fright me. There is one within, | 15 |
| | Besides the things that we have heard and seen, | |
| | Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch. | |
| | A lioness hath whelped in the streets; | |
| | And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead; | |
| | Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, | 20 |
| | In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, | |
| | Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol; | |
| | The noise of battle hurtled in the air, | |
| | Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan, | |
| | And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets. | 25 |
| | O Caesar! these things are beyond all use, | |
| | And I do fear them. | |
| CAESAR | What can be avoided | |
| | Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods? | |
| | Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions | 30 |
| | Are to the world in general as to Caesar. | |
| CALPURNIA | When beggars die, there are no comets seen; | |
| | The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. | |
| CAESAR | Cowards die many times before their deaths; | |
| | The valiant never taste of death but once. | 35 |
| | Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. | |
| | It seems to me most strange that men should fear; | |
| | Seeing that death, a necessary end, | |
| | Will come when it will come. | |
| | Re-enter Servant | |
| | What say the augurers? | 40 |
| Servant | They would not have you to stir forth to-day. | |
| | Plucking the entrails of an offering forth, | |
| | They could not find a heart within the beast. | |
| CAESAR | The gods do this in shame of cowardice: | |
| | Caesar should be a beast without a heart, | 45 |
| | If he should stay at home to-day for fear. | |
| | No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well | |
| | That Caesar is more dangerous than he: | |
| | We are two lions litter'd in one day, | |
| | And I the elder and more terrible: | 50 |
| | And Caesar shall go forth. | |
| CALPURNIA | Alas, my lord, | |
| | Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. | |
| | Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear | |
| | That keeps you in the house, and not your own. | 55 |
| | We'll send Mark Antony to the senate-house: | |
| | And he shall say you are not well to-day: | |
| | Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this. | |
| CAESAR | Mark Antony shall say I am not well, | |
| | And, for thy humour, I will stay at home. | 60 |
| | Enter DECIUS BRUTUS | |
| | Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. | |
| DECIUS BRUTUS | Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar: | |
| | I come to fetch you to the senate-house. | |
| CAESAR | And you are come in very happy time, | |
| | To bear my greeting to the senators | 65 |
| | 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. | |
| CALPURNIA | Say he is sick. | |
| CAESAR | Shall Caesar send a lie? | 70 |
| | Have I in conquest stretch'd mine arm so far, | |
| | To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? | |
| | Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come. | |
| DECIUS BRUTUS | Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause, | |
| | Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so. | 75 |
| CAESAR | 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: | |
| | Calpurnia here, my wife, stays me at home: | 80 |
| | She dreamt to-night she saw my statua, | |
| | Which, like a fountain with an hundred spouts, | |
| | Did run pure blood: and many lusty Romans | |
| | Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it: | |
| | And these does she apply for warnings, and portents, | 85 |
| | And evils imminent; and on her knee | |
| | Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to-day. | |
| DECIUS BRUTUS | This dream is all amiss interpreted; | |
| | It was a vision fair and fortunate: | |
| | Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, | 90 |
| | In which so many smiling Romans bathed, | |
| | Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck | |
| | Reviving blood, and that great men shall press | |
| | For tinctures, stains, relics and cognizance. | |
| | This by Calpurnia's dream is signified. | 95 |
| CAESAR | And this way have you well expounded it. | |
| DECIUS BRUTUS | I have, when you have heard what I can say: | |
| | And know it now: the senate have concluded | |
| | To give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. | |
| | If you shall send them word you will not come, | 100 |
| | Their minds may change. Besides, it were a mock | |
| | Apt to be render'd, for some one to say | |
| | 'Break up the senate till another time, | |
| | When Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.' | |
| | If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper | 105 |
| | 'Lo, Caesar is afraid'? | |
| | Pardon me, Caesar; for my dear dear love | |
| | To our proceeding bids me tell you this; | |
| | And reason to my love is liable. | |
| CAESAR | How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia! | 110 |
| | I am ashamed I did yield to them. | |
| | Give me my robe, for I will go. | |
| | Enter PUBLIUS, BRUTUS, LIGARIUS, METELLUS, CASCA,TREBONIUS, and CINNA | |
| | And look where Publius is come to fetch me. | |
| PUBLIUS | Good morrow, Caesar. | |
| CAESAR | Welcome, Publius. | 115 |
| | What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? | |
| | Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius, | |
| | Caesar was ne'er so much your enemy | |
| | As that same ague which hath made you lean. | |
| | What is 't o'clock? | 120 |
| BRUTUS | Caesar, 'tis strucken eight. | |
| CAESAR | I thank you for your pains and courtesy. | |
| | Enter ANTONY | |
| | See! Antony, that revels long o' nights, | |
| | Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony. | |
| ANTONY | So to most noble Caesar. | 125 |
| CAESAR | Bid them prepare within: | |
| | I am to blame to be thus waited for. | |
| | Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! | |
| | I have an hour's talk in store for you; | |
| | Remember that you call on me to-day: | 130 |
| | Be near me, that I may remember you. | |
| TREBONIUS | Caesar, I will: | |
| | Aside | |
| | and so near will I be, | |
| | That your best friends shall wish I had been further. | |
| CAESAR | Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me; | 135 |
| | And we, like friends, will straightway go together. | |
| BRUTUS | Aside | |
| | The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon! | |
| | Exeunt | |