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The same. A public place.
Enter, in procession, with musick, Cæsar; Anto
ny, for the course : Calphurnia, Purtia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. Cæs. Calphurnia,Cascu.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
[Musick ceases. Cæs.
Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course-Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Autonius,
To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Shake off their steril curse,
I shall remember:
When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd.
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.
Cæs. Ha! who calls?
Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again,
Cæs. Who is it in the presst, that calls ou me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick,
Cry, Cæsar : Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that?
* A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia. * Crowd.
Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face,
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cæs. Ile is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass.
(Sennet*. Ereunt all but Bru. and Cas.
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?
Bru. Not I,
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have :
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
Be not deceiv'd : if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps to my behaviours :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd ;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one,)
Nor construe any further my peglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cus. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
passiont, By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Flourish of instruments.
+ The nature of your feelings.
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just:
And it is very inuch lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar), speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear:
And, since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you get know not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale* with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester;
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas.
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.
Cas. I know that virtue to be iu you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, honour is the subject of my story.-
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty* day,
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word,
Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,
And bade bim follow : so, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
And stemning it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tybet
Did I the tired Cæsar : Aud this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, aud must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fy;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper* should
So get the start of the majestick world,
And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable
Men at some time are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd:
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, sincc the great food,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enongh,
When there is in it but one oply man.
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
* Temperament, constitution.