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Think of this life; but, for my single self,
100 The troubled Tiber 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, 104 Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so, indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
108 And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos’d, Cæsar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink! I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
112 Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is
116 A wretched creature and 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
120 How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan;
124 101 with: against 105 Accoutred: clad 109 hearts of controversy: contesting courage 122 his lips forsook their normal redness as cowardly soldiers forsake their flag 123 bend: glance
124 his: its
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
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 world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. 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.
140 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; 144 Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, ‘Brutus' will start a spirit as soon as 'Cæsar'. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, 148 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, since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man? 152 When could they say,
that talk'd of Rome, 129 temper: constitution 130 get the start of: outstrip (in the race of life) 135 Colossus: gigantic statue astride the mouth of the harbor of
Rhodes 150 lost ..:
bloods: lost the art of breeding noble persons 151 the great flood: Deucalion's, not Noah's 152 fam'd with: famous for
That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
156 0, you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king.
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim: How I have thought of this and of these times, I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
164 I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Be any further mov'd. What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time
168 Both meet to hear and answer such high things. Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: Brutus had rather be a villager Than to repute himself a son of Rome
172 Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Cas.
I am glad That my weak words have struck but thus much show Of fire from Brutus.
176 Bru. The games are done and Cæsar is returning.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve, And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.
Enter Cæsar and his Train.
154 walks; cf. n.
155 Rome: then often pronounced 'Room' 158 Brutus: Lucius Junius, who expelled the Tarquins, ca. 510 B. C. brook'd: tolerated
159 state: throne, rulership 161 nothing: not at all jealous: doubtful 162 work: induce aim: inkling 165 so: if; cf. n.
166 mov'd: persuaded, urged 169 meet: fit 170 chew: ponder
173 as: such as 198 my name; cf. n. 203 he ... music; cf. n.
Bru. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calpurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. 188
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous;
Cæs. Would he were fatter! but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; 200 He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort 204 As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, 208 And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar. 185 ferret: ferret-like, i.e., small and red 187 conference: debate 192 Sleek-headed: unruffled by deep plotting 196 well given: well disposed
208 Whiles: whilst, while 216 sad: grave, serious 228 marry: properly an invocation of the Virgin 238 coronets: laurel garland of a Lupercal runner
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Casca]. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you
speak with me! Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad.
216 Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him; and, being offered him, he put it by with the 220 back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting Bru. What was the second noise for? Casca.
Why, for that too. 224 Cas. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry
Casca. Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting-by mine honest neighbours shouted. Cas. Who offered him the crown? Casca.
Why, Antony. 232 Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Casca. I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once; 238 but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain