._ An other _Tarquin_ is to bee expeld,
An other _Brutus_ liues to act the deede:
Tis not one nation that this _Tarquin_ wronges,
All _Rome_ is stayn'd with his vnrul'd desires,
Shee whose imperiall scepter was invr'd:
To conquer Kings and to controul the world,
Cannot abate the glory of her state,
To yeeld or bowe to one mans proud desires:
Sweete Country _Rome_ here _Brutus_ vowes to thee,
To loose his life or else to set thee free. 1560
_Cas._ Shame bee his share that doth his life so prize,
That to _Romes_ weale it would not sacrifize,
My Poniardes point shall pearce his heart as deepe,
As earst his sworde _Romes_ bleeding side did goare:
And change his garments to the purple die,
With which our bloud had staynd sad _Thessaly_.
_Cam._ Hee doth refuse the title of a King,
But wee do see hee doth vsurp the thing.
_Tre._ Our ancient freedome hee empeacheth more,
Then euer King or Tyrant did before. 1570
_Cas._ The Senators by him are quite disgrac'd,
_Rome_, _Romans_, Citty, Freedome, all defac'd.
_Cassi._ We come not Lords, as vnresolued men,
For to shewe causes of the deed decreed,
This shall dispute for mee and tell him why,
This heart, hand, minde, hath mark'd him out to die:
If it be true that furies quench-les thirst,
Is pleas'd with quaffing of ambitious bloud,
Then all you deuills whet my Poniards point,
And I wil broach you a bloud-sucking heart: 1580
Which full of bloud, must bloud store to you yeeld,
Were it a peerce to flint or marble stone:
Why so it is for _Caesars_ heart's a stone,
Els would bee mooued with my Countries mone.
They say you furies instigate mens mindes,
And push their armes to finnish bloudy deedes:
Prick then mine Elbo: goade my bloudy hand,
That it may goare _Caesars_ ambitious heart. _Exeunt._

ACTVS 3. SCENA 6. {SN _Act III sc. vii_}

_Enter Caesar, Calphurnia._

_Caes._ Why thinkes my loue to fright me with her dreames? 1591
Shall bug-beares feare _Caesars_ vndaunted heart,
Whome _Pompeys_ Fortune neuer could amaze,
Nor the _French_ horse, nor _Mauritanian_ boe,
And now shall vaine illusions mee affright:
Or shadowes daunt, whom substance could not quell?
_Calphur._ O dearest _Caesar_, hast thou seene