[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.
SERVANT.
My lord?
CAESAR.
Go bid the priests do present sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of success.
SERVANT.
I will, my lord.