. The plays of William Shakespeare. ountain, with a hundred run pure blood j and many lusty RomansCame smiling, and did bathe their hands in these does she apply for warnings, evils imminent j and on her kneeHath bcggd, that 1 will stay at home to-day. Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;It was a vision, fair and fortunate:Your statue spouting blood in many which so many smiling Romans that from you great Rome shall suckReviving blood; and that great men shall pressFor tinctures, stains, relicks, and £ by Calphurnias dr
. The plays of William Shakespeare. ountain, with a hundred run pure blood j and many lusty RomansCame smiling, and did bathe their hands in these does she apply for warnings, evils imminent j and on her kneeHath bcggd, that 1 will stay at home to-day. Dec. This dream is all amiss interpreted;It was a vision, fair and fortunate:Your statue spouting blood in many which so many smiling Romans that from you great Rome shall suckReviving blood; and that great men shall pressFor tinctures, stains, relicks, and £ by Calphurnias dream is signified. Cces. And this way have you well expounded it. Dec. I have, when you have heard what I can say:And know it now; The senate have concludedTo give, this day, a crown to mighty Caesar*If you shall send them word, you will not minds may change. Besides, it were a mockApt to be renderd, for some one to up the senate till another Ccesafs wife shall meet with better dreams. JULIUS ACT II. SceneZ. Calphurnia. Let ine on my knees prevail in Mark Antony shall say I am not well, and forthy humour I will stay at home. SCENE 11. JULIUS CMSAVi. 297 If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper,Lo, Casar is afraid? Pardon me, Caesar j for my dear, dear loveTo your proceeding bids me tell you this;And reason to my love is liable. Cos. How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia ?I am ashamed I did yield to them.—Give me my robe, for I will go:— Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metullus,Casca^Trebonius, and Cinna. And look where Publius is come to fetch me. Pub. Good morrow, Caesar. Cas. Welcome, Publius.—« What, Brutus, are you stirrd so early too ?—Good-morrow, Casca.—Caius Ligarius,Caesar was neer so much your that same ague which hath made you lean.—What ist oclock? Bru. Csesar, tis strucken eight. Qes. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. Enter Antony. See! Antony, that revels long onight
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