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Cassius:
There’s a bargain made.
Now know you, Casca, I have mov’d already
Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans
To undergo with me an enterprise
Of honourable-dangerous consequence;
And I do know by this, they stay for me
In Pompey’s Porch: for now, this fearful night,
There is no stir or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element
In favour’s like the work we have in hand,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna.
Casca:
Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste.
Cassius:
’Tis Cinna; I do know him by his gait;
He is a friend. Cinna, where haste you so?
Cinna:
To find out you. Who’s that? Metellus Cimber?
Cassius:
No, it is Casca, one incorporate
To our attempts. Am I not stay’d for, Cinna?
Cinna:
I am glad on’t. What a fearful night is this!
There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights.
Cassius:
Am I not stay’d for? tell me.
Cinna:
Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could
But win the noble Brutus to our party—
Cassius:
Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper,
And look you lay it in the praetor’s chair,
Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this
In at his window; set this up with wax
Upon old Brutus’ statue: all this done,
Repair to Pompey’s Porch, where you shall find us.
Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cinna:
All but Metellus Cimber, and he’s gone
To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
And so bestow these papers as you bade me.
Cassius:
That done, repair to Pompey’s theatre.
(Exit Cinna.)
Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day,
See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Is ours already, and the man entire
Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.
Casca:
O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts!
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
Cassius:
Him, and his worth, and our great need of him,
You have right well conceited. Let us go,
For it is after midnight; and ere day,
We will awake him, and be sure of him.
(Exeunt.)