Cai. Set on your foote,
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
Bru. Follow me then.
Exeunt.
Thunder & Lightning
Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne.
Caesar. Nor Heauen, nor Earth,
Haue beene at peace to night:
Thrice hath Calphurnia, in her sleepe cryed out,
Helpe, ho: They murther Caesar. Who's within?
Enter a Seruant.
Ser. My Lord
Caes Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of Successe
Ser. I will my Lord.