CINNA. To find out you. Who’s that? Metellus Cimber? 

CASSIUS. No, it is Casca, one incorporate To our attempts. Am I not stay’d for, Cinna? 

CINNA. I am glad on’t. What a fearful night is this! There’s two or three of us have seen strange sights. 

CASSIUS. Am I not stay’d for? tell me. 

CINNA. Yes, you are. O Cassius, if you could But win the noble Brutus to our party— 

CASSIUS. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, And look you lay it in the praetor’s chair, Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this In at his window; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus’ statue: all this done, Repair to Pompey’s Porch, where you shall find us. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there? 

CINNA. All but Metellus Cimber, and he’s gone To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, And so bestow these papers as you bade me. 

CASSIUS. That done, repair to Pompey’s theatre. 

 [Exit Cinna.]

Cinna

Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, See Brutus at his house: three parts of him Is ours already, and the man entire Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. 

CASCA. O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts! And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 

CASSIUS. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, You have right well conceited. Let us go, For it is after midnight; and ere day, We will awake him, and be sure of him. 

 [Exeunt.]

  

 ACT II

 SCENE I. Rome. Brutus’ orchard.

 Enter Brutus.

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