LIGARIUS.
But are not some whole that we must make sick?
BRUTUS.
That must we also. What it is, my Caius,
I shall unfold to thee, as we are going,
To whom it must be done.
LIGARIUS.
Set on your foot,
And with a heart new-fir’d I follow you,
To do I know not what; but it sufficeth
That Brutus leads me on.
[Thunder.]
BRUTUS.
Follow me then.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A room in Caesar’s palace.
Thunder and lightning. Enter Caesar, in his nightgown.
CAESAR.
Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace tonight:
Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out,
“Help, ho! They murder Caesar!” Who’s within?
Enter a Servant.