Enter Artemidorus, reading a paper.
ARTEMIDORUS.
“Caesar, 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 wrong’d Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all
these men, and it is bent against Caesar. If thou be’st not immortal, look
about you: security gives way to conspiracy. The mighty gods defend thee!
Thy lover, Artemidorus.”
Here will I stand till Caesar 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
Caesar, thou mayest live;
If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
[Exit.]
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