The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . interim isLike a phantasma or a hideous dream;The genius and the mortal instrumentsAre then in council, and the state of man,Like to a little kingdom, suffers thenThe nature of an insurrection. Enter LUCIUS. Lucius. Sir, t is your brother Cassius at the door,Who doth desire to see you. Brutus. Is he alone? Lucius. No, sir; there are moe with him. Brutus. Do you know them? Lucius. No, sir; their hats are pluckd about theirears,And half their faces buried in their cloaks,That by no means I may discover themBy any mark of favour, Brutus. Let em enter.— (
The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . interim isLike a phantasma or a hideous dream;The genius and the mortal instrumentsAre then in council, and the state of man,Like to a little kingdom, suffers thenThe nature of an insurrection. Enter LUCIUS. Lucius. Sir, t is your brother Cassius at the door,Who doth desire to see you. Brutus. Is he alone? Lucius. No, sir; there are moe with him. Brutus. Do you know them? Lucius. No, sir; their hats are pluckd about theirears,And half their faces buried in their cloaks,That by no means I may discover themBy any mark of favour, Brutus. Let em enter.— (Exit Lucius. They are the faction. O Conspiracy!Shamst thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,When evils are most free? O, then, by dayWhere wilt thou find a cavern dark enoughTo mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none. Con-spiracy ;Hide it in smile and affability;For, if thou path, thy native semblance on,Not Erebus itself were dim enoughTo hide thee from prevention. Enter CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, ME- TELLUS CIMBER, and ca O en M 3 H 3 ^ (-< CO •»H 1 tfi 1 u l-H o M 03 t^ ;h a < C 0 U a; ^ H Act II. Scene I. 31 Cassius. 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 I these men that come along with you? Cassius. Yes, every man of them; and no manhereBut honors you; and every one doth wishYou had but that opinion of yourselfWhich every noble Roman bears of is Trebonius. Brutus. He is welcome hither. Cassius. This, Decius Brutus. Brutus. He is welcome too. Cassius. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this Me-tellus Cimber. Briitus. They are all welcome.—What watchful cares do interpose themselvesBetwixt your eyes and night? Cassius. Shall I entreat a word? {They whisper. Decius. Here lies the east; doth not the day breakhere ? Casca. No. Cinna. O, pardon, sir, it doth, and yon grey linesThat fret the clouds are messengers of day. Casca. You shall confess that
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