Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.
Trebonius doth desire you to o’er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
O Caesar, read mine first; for mine’s a suit That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.
What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol.
He wish’d to-day our enterprise might thrive. I fear our purpose is discovered.
Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention. Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.