Rome. A Street near the Capitol.
 Enter ARTEMIDORUS, with a paper.

Artemidorus	[Reads.]	"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 wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but 
	one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Caesar. 
	If thou beest 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 mayst live;
	If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
													[Exit.
