Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. Do not go forth to-day: call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and not your own. We’ll send Mark Antony to the senate-house; And he shall say you are not well to-day: Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.

Mark Antony shall say I am not well; And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.

Caesar, all hail! good morrow, worthy Caesar: I come to fetch you to the senate-house.

And you are come in very happy time, To bear my greeting to the senators And tell them that I will not come to-day: Cannot, is false, and that I dare not, falser: I will not come to-day: tell them so, Decius.

Shall Caesar send a lie? Have I in conquest stretch’d mine arm so far, To be afraid to tell graybeards the truth? Decius, go tell them Caesar will not come.