Enter Publius, Brutus, Ligarius, Metellus, Casca, Trebonius, and Cinna.[3134]
And look where Publius is come to fetch me.[3135]
Pub. Good morrow, Cæsar.
Cæs. Welcome, Publius.
What, Brutus, are you stirr'd so early too? 110
Good morrow, Casca. Caius Ligarius,[3136]
Cæsar was ne'er so much your enemy
As that same ague which hath made you lean.
What is't o'clock?
Bru. Cæsar, 'tis strucken eight.[3137]
Cæs. I thank you for your pains and courtesy. 115
Enter Antony.
See! Antony, that revels long o' nights,[3138]
Is notwithstanding up. Good morrow, Antony.
Ant. So to most noble Cæsar.
Cæs. Bid them prepare within:[3139]
I am to blame to be thus waited for.[3140]
Now, Cinna: now, Metellus: what, Trebonius! 120
I have an hour's talk in store for you;
Remember that you call on me to-day:
Be near me, that I may remember you.