Caes Welcome Publius.
What Brutus, are you stirr'd so earely too?
Good morrow Caska: Caius Ligarius,
Caesar was ne're so much your enemy,
As that same Ague which hath made you leane.
What is't a Clocke?
Bru. Caesar, 'tis strucken eight
Caes I thanke you for your paines and curtesie.
Enter Antony.
See, Antony that Reuels long a-nights
Is notwithstanding vp. Good morrow Antony
Ant. So to most Noble Caesar
Caes Bid them prepare within:
I am too blame to be thus waited for.
Now Cynna, now Metellus: what Trebonius,
I haue an houres talke in store for you:
Remember that you call on me to day:
Be neere me, that I may remember you
Treb. Caesar I will: and so neere will I be,
That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further
Caes Good Friends go in, and taste some wine with me.
And we (like Friends) will straight way go together
Bru. That euery like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon.
Exeunt.
Enter Artemidorus.