|William Shakespeare (15641616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.|
|Act II. Scene III.|
The Same. A Street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper.
| Art. Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou best not immortal, look about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,|
|Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along,|
|And as a suitor will I give him this.|| 5|
|My heart laments that virtue cannot live|
|Out of the teeth of emulation.|
|If thou read this, O Cæsar! thou mayst live;|
|If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. [Exit.|