1 Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so.
2 You shall confess that you are both deceiv'd.
3 If you shall send them word you will not come, Their minds may change.
4 Mark Antony shall say I am not well, And for thy humour, I will stay at home.
5 Portia, go in awhile; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The secrets of my heart.
6 We'll send Mark Antony to the Senate-house, And he shall say you are not well today.
7 What it is, my Caius, I shall unfold to thee, as we are going, To whom it must be done.
8 We are two lions litter'd in one day, And I the elder and more terrible, And Caesar shall go forth.
9 The things that threaten'd me Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
10 It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear, But all be buried in his gravity.
11 This shall mark Our purpose necessary, and not envious; Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.
12 Indeed, they say the senators tomorrow Mean to establish Caesar as a king; And he shall wear his crown by sea and land, In every place, save here in Italy.
13 That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter.
14 Your statue spouting blood in many pipes, In which so many smiling Romans bath'd, Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood, and that great men shall press For tinctures, stains, relics, and cognizance.
15 I will this night, In several hands, in at his windows throw, As if they came from several citizens, Writings, all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.
16 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.
17 I think it is not meet, Mark Antony, so well belov'd of Caesar, Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him A shrewd contriver; and you know, his means, If he improve them, may well stretch so far As to annoy us all; which to prevent, Let Antony and Caesar fall together.
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