| ACT II SCENE III | A street near the Capitol. | |
| | Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper. | |
| ARTEMIDORUS | 'Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; | |
| | come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not | |
| | Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus | |
| | loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. | 5 |
| | There is but one mind in all these men, and it is | |
| | bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal, | |
| | look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. | |
| | The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover, | |
| | 'ARTEMIDORUS.' | 10 |
| | Here will I stand till Caesar pass along, | |
| | And as a suitor will I give him this. | |
| | My heart laments that virtue cannot live | |
| | Out of the teeth of emulation. | |
| | If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live; | 15 |
| | If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. | |
| | Exit | |
