A And when you saw his chariot but appear, To hear the replication of your sounds And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now strew flowers in his way, Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears 60 64 Exeunt all the Commoners. See whether their basest metal be not mov'd; If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. You know it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about 49 her; cf. n. 53 cull out: choose this as 69 ceremonies: ceremonial trappings 68 72 50 replication: echo 55 Pompey's blood; cf. n. on line 35 71 Lupercal; cf. n. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness. 76 Exeunt. Scene Two [A Public Place] Enter [in solemn procession, with music] Cæsar, Antony for the course, Calpurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, [a great crowd following, among them] a Soothsayer: after them Marullus and Flavius. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way When he doth run his course. Antonius! Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I shall remember: When Cæsar says 'Do this,' it is perform'd. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music.] Sooth. Cæsar! Cæs. Ha! Who calls? 77 pitch: height, as of a hawk's flight 8 12 6 in... speed: as you run 11 Set on: proceed, advance Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again! Cas. Who is it in the press that calls on me? Cæs. 16 What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Cas. Set him before me; let me see his face. 20 Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Cæsar. Cas. What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass. 24 Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part 28 Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires; I'll leave you. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. 18 ides of March: March fifteenth Cassius, 24 S. d. Sennet: trumpet signal for procession to move 25 order of the course: progress of the running 28 gamesome: fond of sport 32 do observe: have had occasion to notice 35, 36 handle your friend too stiffly and distantly 32 36 29 quick: lively 33 that: the same Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Of late with passions of some difference, But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd,— 40 Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours; Among which number, Cassius, be you one,- 44 Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; 48 By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 52 But by reflection, by some other things. Cas. 'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn 56 60 64 Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; 37 Be not deceiv'd: do not misjudge me 40 of difference: conflicting 39 Merely: altogether 41 proper: belonging, relating 45 construe: read meaning into whereof: because of which mistake 54 just: true, right 42 soil: blemish 49 By 59 respect: standing 62 had... eyes: had his eyes about him And, since you know you cannot see yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. That I do fawn on men and hug them hard, 68 72 76 Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear the people Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Ay, do you fear it? 80 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? 84 Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, 88 The name of honour more than I fear death. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story. 92 71 jealous on: suspicious of 73 stale: make cheap ordinary: customary 74 protester: loud-mouthed pretender 76 scandal: defame 78 S. d. Flourish: trumpet call 88 speed: favor, prosper 77 profess myself: make protestations 87 indifferently: impartially 91 favour: appearance |