SCENE IIIA street near the Capitol.
Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper.
'Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed
of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye
to Cinna, trust not Trebonius: mark well
Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus loves thee
not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There
is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent
against Cæsar. If thou beest not immortal,
look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
The mighty gods defend thee! Thy
Here will I stand till Cæsar pass along,
And as a suitor will I give him this.
My heart laments that virtue cannot live
Out of the teeth of emulation.
If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou mayst live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive. Exit.