CASSIUS.
This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber.
BRUTUS.
They are all welcome. —
What watchful cares do interpose themselves
Betwixt your eyes and night?
CASSIUS.
Shall I entreat a word?
[BRUTUS and CASSIUS whisper apart.]
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.
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
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here.
BRUTUS.
Give me your hands all over, one by one.
CASSIUS.
And let us swear our resolution.
