Page 2182 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

DECIUS

Here lies the east. Doth not the day break here?

CASCA
No.

CINNA
O, pardon, sir, it doth; and yon grey lines
That fret the clouds are messengers of day.

CASCA
You shall confess that you are both deceived. [105]

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises,
Which is a great way growing on the south,
Weighing the youthful season of the year.
Some two months hence, up higher toward the north

He first presents his fire, and the high east [110]
Stands as the Capitol, directly here.

BRUTUS
Give me your hands all over, one by one.

CASSIUS
And let us swear our resolution.

BRUTUS
No, not an oath. If not the face of men,

The sufferance of our souls, the time’s abuse − [115]
If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And every man hence to his idle bed.
So let high-sighted tyranny range on
Till each man drop by lottery. But if these −

As I am sure they do − bear fire enough [120]
To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour
The melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,

What need we any spur but our own cause
To prick us to redress? What other bond