1 Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following.
2 Come, poor remains of friends, rest on this rock.
3 So call the field to rest, and let's away, To part the glories of this happy day.
4 I should not urge thy duty past thy might; I know young bloods look for a time of rest.
5 Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labour'd to attain this hour.
6 The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity, Which we will niggard with a little rest.
7 Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men, Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
8 This it is: 'Tis better that the enemy seek us; So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence, whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.'
9 Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops And here again, that I may rest assur'd Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
10 I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me: But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
11 But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by some senators.