BRUTUS.
Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:
If he love Caesar, all that he can do
Is to himself, — take thought and die for Caesar.
And that were much he should; for he is given
To sports, to wildness, and much company.
TREBONIUS.
There is no fear in him; let him not die;
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.
[Clock strikes.]
BRUTUS.
Peace! count the clock.
CASSIUS.
The clock hath stricken three.
TREBONIUS.
'Tis time to part.
CASSIUS.
But it is doubtful yet
Whether Caesar will come forth today or no;
For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.
It may be these apparent prodigies,
The unaccustom'd terror of this night,
And the persuasion of his augurers
May hold him from the Capitol to-day.
