The night before my slaughter[867] I did dreame I caried was and[868] flewe the clouds aboue, And sometime hand in hand with[869] loue supreame [I walkte mee thought, which might suspitions moue:] My wife _Calphurnia_, _Cæsar’s_ only loue, Did dreame shee sawe her crest of house to fall, Her husband thrust through breast a sword withall, Eke that same night her chamber dores themselues flewe open all. 45. These thinges did make mee doubte that morning much,[870] And I accrazed was and thought at home to stay, But who is hee can voyde of destnyes such,[871] Where so great number seekes hym to betray:[872] The traytour _Brutus_[873] bad mee not delay, Nor yet to frustrate there, so great assembly sate, [On which to heare the publique pleas I gate, Mistrusting naught mine end and fatall fate.][874] 46. There met mee by the way a _Romayne_ good[875] Presenting mee a scrole of euery name,[876] And all their whole deuise that sought my bloud,[877] That presently would execute[878] the same: But I supposde[879] that for some suit hee came, I heedelesse bare this scrole in my left hand,[880] [And others more till leasure, left vnscand, Which in my pocket afterwards they fand.][881] 47. _Spurina_ as I came, at sacrifizes was, Nere to the place where I was after slayne: Of whose diuinings I did[882] litle passe, Though hee to warne mee oft before was fayne,[883] My hauty hart these warnings all disdayne: (Quoth I) the Ides of Marche bee come, yet harme is none, (Quoth hee) the Ides of Marche be come, yet th’ar not gone, [And reckelesse so to Court I went, and tooke my throne.] 48. Assoone as I was set, the traytors all arose, And one approached nere, as to demaund some thing, To whom as I layd[884] eare, at once my foes[885] Mee compast round,[886] their weapons hid they bring, Then I to late perceiu’d the fatall sting:[887] O this (quoth I) is violence: then _Cassius_ pearst my breast: And _Brutus_ thou my sonne (quoth I) whom erst I loued best? [Hee stabde mee in, and so with daggers did the rest.] 49. You Princes all and noble men beware of pride, And carefull will to warre for Kingdome’s sake, By mee, that set my selfe aloft the world to guide, Beware what bloudsheds you doe vndertake: Ere three and twenty wounds had made my hart to quake, What thousands fell for _Pompey’s_ pride and mine? Of _Pompey’s_ life that cut the vital line, Myselfe haue told what fate I found in fine.[888] 50.