BRUTUS.
Caesar, ’tis strucken eight.
CAESAR.
I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
Enter Antony.
See! Antony, that revels long a-nights,
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
ANTONY.
So to most noble Caesar.
CAESAR.
Bid them prepare within.
I am to blame to be thus waited for.
Now, Cinna; now, Metellus; what, Trebonius!
I have an hour’s talk in store for you:
Remember that you call on me today;
Be near me, that I may remember you.
TREBONIUS.
Caesar, I will. [Aside.] and so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
CAESAR.
Good friends, go in, and taste some wine with me;
And we, like friends, will straightway go together.
BRUTUS.
[Aside.] That every like is not the same, O Caesar,
The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon.
[Exeunt.]