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  • Title: Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: John D. Cox
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-366-3

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: John D. Cox
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    Julius Caesar (Folio 1, 1623)

    116The Tragedie of Julius Caesar
    Which busie care drawes, in the braines of men;
    Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
    Enter Portia.
    Por. Brutus, my Lord.
    875Bru.Portia: What meane you? wherfore rise you now?
    It is not for your health, thus to commit
    Your weake condition, to the raw cold morning.
    Por. Nor for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutus
    Stole from my bed: and yesternight at Supper
    880You sodainly arose, and walk'd about,
    Musing, and sighing, with your armes a-crosse:
    And when I ask'd you what the matter was,
    You star'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.
    I vrg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head,
    885And too impatiently stampt with your foote:
    Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
    But with an angry wafter of your hand
    Gaue signe for me to leaue you: So I did,
    Fearing to strengthen that impatience
    890Which seem'd too much inkindled; and withall,
    Hoping it was but an effect of Humor,
    Which sometime hath his houre with euery man.
    It will not let you eate, nor talke, nor sleepe;
    And could it worke so much vpon your shape,
    895As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condltion,
    I should not know you Brutus. Deare my Lord,
    Make me acquainted with your cause of greefe.
    Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
    Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
    900He would embrace the meanes to come by it.
    Bru. Why so I do: good Portia go to bed.
    Por. Is Brutus sicke? And is it Physicall
    To walke vnbraced, and sucke vp the humours
    Of the danke Morning? What, is Brutus sicke?
    905And will he steale out of his wholsome bed
    To dare the vile contagion of the Night?
    And tempt the Rhewmy, and vnpurged Ayre,
    To adde vnto hit sicknesse? No my Brutus,
    You haue some sicke Offence within your minde,
    910Which by the Right and Vertue of my place
    I ought to know of: And vpon my knees,
    I charme you, by my once commended Beauty,
    By all your vowes of Loue, and that great Vow
    Which did incorporate and make vs one,
    915That you vnfold to me, your selfe; your halfe
    Why you are heauy: and what men to night
    Haue had resort to you: for heere haue beene
    Some sixe or seuen, who did hide their faces
    Euen from darknesse.
    920Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia.
    Por. I should not neede, if you were gentle Brutus.
    Within the Bond of Marriage, tell me Brutus,
    Is it excepted, I should know no Secrets
    That appertaine to you? Am I your Selfe,
    925But as it were in sort, or limitation?
    To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,
    And talke 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.
    930Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife,
    As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes
    That visit my sad heart.
    Por. If this were true, then should I know this secret.
    I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
    935A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife:
    I graunt I am a Woman; but withall,
    A Woman well reputed: Cato's Daughter.
    Thinke you, I am no stronger then my Sex
    Being so Father'd, and so Husbanded?
    940Tell me your Counsels, I will not disclose 'em:
    I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie,
    Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound
    Heere, in the Thigh: Can I beare that with patience,
    And not my Husbands Secrets?
    945Bru. O ye Gods!
    Render me worthy of this Noble Wife. Knocke.
    Harke, harke, one knockes: Portia go in a while,
    And by and by thy bosome shall partake
    The secrets of my Heart.
    950All my engagements, I will construe to thee,
    All the Charractery of my sad browes:
    Leaue me with hast. Exit Portia.

    Enter Lucius and Ligarius.
    Lucius, who's that knockes.
    955Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you.
    Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
    Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?
    Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
    Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius
    960To weare a Kerchiefe? Would you were not sicke.
    Cai. I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand
    Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.
    Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius,
    Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it.
    965Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before,
    I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome,
    Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,
    Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp
    My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,
    970And I will striue with things impossible,
    Yea get the better of them. What's to do?
    Bru. A peece of worke,
    That will make sicke men whole.
    Cai. But are not some whole, that we must make sicke?
    975Bru. That must we also. What it is my Caius,
    I shall vnfold to thee, as we are going,
    To whom it must be done.
    Cai. Set on your foote,
    And with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you,
    980To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
    That Brutus leads me on. Thunder
    Bru. Follow me then. Exeunt

    Thunder & Lightning.
    Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne.

    985Caesar. Nor Heauen, nor Earth,
    Haue beene at peace to night:
    Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed out,
    Helpe, ho: They murther Caesar. Who's within?
    Enter a Seruant.
    990Ser. My Lord.
    Caes. Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,
    And bring me their opinions of Successe.
    Ser. I will my Lord. Exit
    Enter Calphurnia.
    995Cal. What mean you Caesar? Think you to walk forth?
    You shall not stirre out of your house to day.
    Caes. Caesar shall forth; the things that threaten'd me,
    Ne're look'd but on my backe: When they shall see
    The face of Caesar, they are vanished.