Caesar’s house.
Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night: Thrice hath Calpurnia in her sleep cried out, “Help, ho! they murder Caesar!” Who’s within?
Go bid the priests do present sacrifice And bring me their opinions of success.
What mean you, Caesar, think you to walk forth? You shall not stir out of your house to-day.
Caesar shall forth: the things that threaten’d me Ne’er look’d but on my back; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.