BRUTUS. Is he alone? 

LUCIUS. No, sir, there are moe with him. 

BRUTUS. Do you know them? 

LUCIUS. No, sir, their hats are pluck’d about their ears, And half their faces buried in their cloaks, That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour. 

BRUTUS. Let ’em enter. 

 [Exit Lucius.]

Lucius

 They are the faction. O conspiracy, Sham’st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free? O, then, by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy; Hide it in smiles and affability: For if thou path, thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough To hide thee from prevention. 

 Enter Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber and Trebonius.

Cassius, Casca, Decius, Cinna, Metellus Cimber

Trebonius

CASSIUS. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Good morrow, Brutus; do we trouble you? 

BRUTUS. I have been up this hour, awake all night. Know I these men that come along with you? 

CASSIUS. Yes, every man of them; and no man here But honours you; and everyone doth wish You had but that opinion of yourself Which every noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius. 

BRUTUS. He is welcome hither. 

CASSIUS. This Decius Brutus. 

BRUTUS. He is welcome too. 

CASSIUS. This, Casca; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cimber. 

BRUTUS. They are all welcome. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? 

CASSIUS. Shall I entreat a word? 

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