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ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, Triupivirs, after the Death


of Julius Cæsar.

CINNA, a Poet.-Another Poet. M. ÆMIL. LEPIDUS,

LUCILIUS,TITINIUS, MEŞSALA, Young Cato, and Vo Cicero, PUBLIUS, Popilius LENA, Senators.

LUMNIUS, Priends to Brutus and Cassius. MARCUS BRUTUS,


DANIUS, Servants to Brutus. Casca,

PINDARUS, Servant lo Cassius. TREBONTUS,

Conspirators against Julius CALPHURNIA, Wife to Cæsar. LIGARIUS,


PORTIA, Wife to Brutus.

Señators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. CINNA,

Scene, during a great part of the Play, at Rome; Flavius and MARULLUS, Tribunes.

afterwards at Sardis ; and near Philippi.

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That Tyber trembled underneath Irer banks,

To hear the replication of your sounds,
SCENE I.-Rome. Street.

Made in her concave shores ?

And do you now put on your best attiret
Enter Flavius, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of Citizens. And do you now onll out a holiday?
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you And do you now strew flowers in his way,

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Pray to the gods to intermit the plague of your profession ?--Speak, what trade art thou ? That needs inust light on this ingratitude. i Cit. Why, Sir, a carpenter.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thý rule?

fault, What dost thou with thy best apparel on?

Assemble all the poor men of your sort'; You, Sir; whal trade are you?

Draw them to Tyber bauks, and weep your tears 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, in respect of a fine workman, I Into the channel, till the lowest stream am but, as you would say, a cobler.

Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. Mar. But what trade art thor ? Answer me di.

(Exeunt Citizens. rectly.

See, whe'rt their basest metal be not moved ; 2 Cit. A trade, Sir, that, I hope, I may use with They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. a sate conscience; which is, indeed, Sir, a mender Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; of bad soals.

This way will I: disrobe the images, Mar. What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies I. knave, what trade?

Mar. May we do so? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, Sir, be not out with You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. me : yet, if you be out, Sir, I can mend you.

Flav. It is no matter; let no images Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Be hung with Cæsar's trophjes. l'il about, thou saucy fellow!

And drive away the vulgar from the streets : 2 Cit. Why, Sir, cobble you.

So do you too, where you perceive them thick: Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou ?

These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, all that I live by is, with the Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Who else would soar above the view of men, women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, Sir, And keep us all in servile fearfulness. a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever SCENE II.-The same. A public Place. trod upon neat’s-leather, have gone upon my Enter, in Procession, with Music, Cæsar; ANTONY, handy-work. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?

for the Course : CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ?

CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and Casca, a great 2 Cit. Truly, Sir, to wear out their shoes, to get

Crowd jollowing, among thém a SOOTHSAYER. myself into more work. But, indeed, Sir, we

Cas. Calphurnia,make holiday to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. (Music ceases. triumph.

Cas. Calphurnia,Mar. Wherefore rejoice! What conquest brings Cal. Here, my lord. he home?

Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
What tributaries follow him to Rome,

When he doth run his course 5.-Antonius.
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Cas. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
0, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, The barren, touched in this huly chase,
Knew you not Ponipey ? Many a time and oft Shake off their steril curse.
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Ant. I shall remember:
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, When Casar says, Do this, it is perform'd.
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Cas. Set on;

and leave no ceremony out. (Music
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Ronie : • Rank.
And when you saw his chariot but appear

i Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect. Have you not made an universal shout,

$. A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia.


+ Whether.

Soth. Cæsar,

For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Cas. Ha! Who calls?

The name of honour inore than I fear death. Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

(Music ctases. As well as I do know your outward l'avour. ces. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? Well, honour is the subject of my story.I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, I cannot tell, what you and other men Cry, Cæsar. Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Think of this lite; but, for my single self, Cooth. Beware the ides of March.

I had as lief not be, as live to be ces. What man is that?

In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of I was born free as Casar; so were yon :

We both have fed as well; and we can both
Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face. Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon Por once, upon a raw and gusty • day,

The troubled Tyber chating with her shores, ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once Cæsar said to me, Darest thou, Cassius, now again.

Leap in with me into this angry fiood, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-Pass. Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,

(Sennet -- Exeunt all but Bru, and Cas. And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it Bru. Not I.

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside Cas. I pray you, do.

And steinming it with hearts of controversy. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or 1 sink. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

1, as Æneas, our great ancestor, l'il leave you.

Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : The old Anchises bear, so, troni the waves of Tyber I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

Did I the tired Cæsar: and this man And shew of love, as I was wont to have:

Is now become a god; and Cassius is You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Over your friend that loves you.

If Cæsar carelessly bit nod on him.
Bru. Cassius,

He had a sever wlien he was in Spain,
Be not deceived: if I bave veil'd my look, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark
I turn the trouble of my countenance

How he did shake : 'lis true, this god did shake : Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

His coward lips did from their colour ffy; Of late, with passions of some difference,

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe !he Conceptions only proper to myself,

world, Which give some soil, perhaps to my behaviours : Did luse his lustre: I did hear him groan : But let not therefore my good friends be grieved ; Ay, and that tongue of his, that Lade the Romans (Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Nor construe any further my neglect,

Alas! it cried, Gire me some drink, Titinius, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Forgets the shows of love to other men.

A man of such a feeble temper+ should Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much niistook your So get the start of the majestic world, passion t,

And bear the palm alone. (Shout.-Flourish. By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Bru. Another general shout! Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. I do believe, that these applauses are Tell ne, gocd Brutus, can you see your face? For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.

Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, Cas. Why man, he doth bestride the narrow But by relection, by some other things.

world, Cas. Tis just:

Like a Colossus; and we petty men And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about That you have no such mirrors, as will turn

To tind ourselves dishonourable graves. Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

Men at some time are masters of their fates : That you might see your shadow. I have beard, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Where many of the best respect in Rome,

But in ourselves, that we are underlings. (Except immortal Cæsar), speaking of Brutus, Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Casar? And groaning underneath this age's yoke,

Why should that name be sounded more than yours! Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Cassius,

Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them, That you would have me seek into myself

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Casar. (Shout. For that which is not in me?

Now in the names of all the gods at once, Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, hear:

That he is grown so great? Age, thou art slamed: And, since you know you cannot see yourself Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! So well as by reflection, I, your glass,

When went there by an age, since the great flood, Will modestly discover to yourself

But it was fanied with more than with one inan ? That of yourself which you yet know not of. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:

That her wide walks encompass'd but one mau? Were I a common laugher, or did use

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enougii, To stale t with ordinary oaths my love

When there is in it but one only man. To every new protestor; if y

0! you and I have heard our fathers say, That I do fawii on men, and hug them hard, There was a Brutus I once, that would have brook'd And after scandal them; or if you know

The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, That I profess myself in banqueting

As easily as a king. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Bru. Íhat you do love me, I am nothing jealous;

(Flourish and Shout. What you would work me to, I have some aim ; Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the How I have thought of this, and of these times, people

I shall recount hereafter; for this present, Choose Cæsar for their king.

I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Cas. Ay, do you fear it?

Be any further moved. What you have said, Then must I think you wonld not have it so. I will consider; what you have to say,

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :- I will with patience hear; and find a time B11t wherefore do you hold me here so long? Both meet io hear, and answer, such high things. What is it that you would impart to me?

Till then, my noble friend, chewll upon this; If it be aught toward the general good,

Brutus had rather be a villager,
Sel honour in one eye, and death i' the other, Than to repute himself a son of Rome
And I will look on both indifferently :

• Windy.

Temperament, constitution. • Flourish of instruments.

Laucius Junius Brutus.

Guess, + The nature of your feelings, 1 Allure. || Ruminate.

you know

Under these hard conditions as this time

Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and Is line to lay upon us.

foam'd at mouth, and was speechless. l'us. I am glad, that my weak words

Bru. "Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness. Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not ; but you, and I,

And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
Re enter CÆSAR, and his Train.

Casca. I know not what you mean by that ; bat, Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is return- I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag.rag people ing

did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; pleased, and displeased them, as ihey use to do the And he will, atier his sour fashion, tell you players in the theatre, I am no true. man. What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

Bru. What said he, when he came to himself? Bru. I will do so :- But, look you, Cassius,

Casca. Marry, before he fell dowli, when he The angry spot doth glow on Csesar's brow,

perceived the common herd was glad he refused And all the rest look like a chidden train :

the crown, he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and Calphurn cheek is pale; and Cicero

offer'd them his throat to cut.-An I had been a Looks with such ferret. and such fiery eyes, man of any occupation t, if I would not have taken As we have seen him in the Capitol,

him at a word, I would I might go to hell among Being cross'd in conference by some senators. the rogues :-and so he fell. When he came to

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. himself again, he said, if he had done, or said any Cas. Antonius.

thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it Ant. Cæsar.

was his intirmity. Three or four weniches, where (as. Let me have men about me that are fat; I stood, cried, Álas, good soul. -and forgave him Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;

taken of them; if Cæsar had stabb'd their moHe thinks too much : such men are dangerous. thers, they would have done no less.

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away!
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Casca. Ay:
Cas. 'Would he were fatter :- But I fear him not: Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?
Yet it my name were liable to fear,

Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
I do not know the man I should avoid

Cas. To what effect? Su soon as that spare Cassius. He reads mach; Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look He is a great observer, and he looks

you i' the face again : but those, that understood Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, him, smiled at one another, and shook their heads; As thou dost, Antony; he lears no music :

but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Í Seldom he smiles; and similes in such a sort, could tell you inore news too: Marullus and FlaAs if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit vius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put to That could be moved to smile at any thing. silence. Fare you, well. There was more foolery Such inen as he be never at heart's ease,

yet, if I could remember it. While they behold a greater than themselves; Cas. Will you sup with me lo-night, Casca ? Aud therefore are they very dangerous.

Casca. No, I am promised forth. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,

Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?
Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold,
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, and your dinner worth the eating.
Aud tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

Cas. Good; I will expect you.
(Exeunt Ca sar and his Train.-Casca stays Casca. Do so : Farewell both. [Exit Casca.

Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you He was quick mettle when he weni to school. speak with me?

(as. So is he now, in execution Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanced to- of any bold or noble enterprize, day,

However he puts on this tardy form.
That Cæsar looks so sad.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,
Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Which gives men stomach to digest his words
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath

With better appetite.

Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: and

you: being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, his hand, thus; and then the people fell a shout. I will come home to you ; or, if you will,

Come home with me, and I will wait for you. Bru. What was the second noise for 1

Cus. I will do so :-uill then, think of the world. Casca. Why, for that too.

(Erit Brutus. Cas. They shouted thrice; what was the last cry well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, for!

Thy honourable metal may be wrought Casca. Why, for that loo.

From that it is disposed 1: therefore tis meet Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

That noble minds keep ever with their likes : Casca. Ay, marry, was'ı, and he put it by thrice, For who so firm that cannot be seduced? every time gentler than other; and at every put. Cæsar doth bear me hard 9; but he loves Brutus: ting by, mine honest neighbours shouted.

If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius, Cas. Who offer'd him the crown i

He should not humour || me. I will this night, Casca. Why, Antony.

In several hands, in at his windows throw, Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

As if they came from several citizens, Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the man Writings, all tending to the great opinion ner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not mark it.

That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obscurely I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ;-yet 'lwas

Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at : not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets ;

And after this, let Cæsar seat him sare ; -and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for

For we will shake him, or worse days endure. all that, to iny thinking, he would fain have had

(Erit. it. Then he offer'd it to him again; then he put it by again : but, to my thinking, he was very loth

SCENE III.- The same.- A Street, to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd it the Thunder and Lightning.- Enter, from opposite sides, third time; he put it the third time by : and still

CASCA, with his Sword drawn, and CICERO. as he refused it, che rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopp'd hands, and threw up their sweaty

Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar,

home? night-caps, and uler'd such a deal of stinking breath, because Cæsar refused the crown, that it Why are you breathless ? Anil why stare yon so? had almost choked Cesar; for he swoon'd, and Casca. Are you not moved, when all the sway of fell down at it: and for mine own part, I durst

earth not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and re- Shakes, likes a thing unfirm! O Cicero, ceiring the bad air.

1 bave seen tempesis, when the scolding winds Cus. Bui, soft, I pray you : What? did Cæsar swoont

• Honest. A mechanio. Disposed to.

Has an unfavourable opinion of me. • A ferret has red eyes.

Cajole. Did you altend Cæsar home!

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me co-night, Casca! sed forth. b me to-morros! re, and your mind e eating ct you. I both. 2w is this grown to be in he went to schosi

. kecution prize, ardy form. his good wit,

Have rived the knotty paks; and I have seen And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ;
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, Our yoke and sufferance shew us womanish.
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds :

Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-inorrow
But never till to-night, never till now,

Mean to establish Cæsar as a king :
Did I go througb a tempest dropping fire.

And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land,
Either there is a civil strife in heaven;

In every place, save here in Italy.
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,

Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger then;
Incenses them to send destruction.

Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius :
Cic. Why, saw you any thing inore wonderful? Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong;
Casca. A common slave (you know him well by Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Like twenty torches join'd ; and yet his hand, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.

But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Besides (I have not since pat up my sword), Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Against the Capitol I met a lion,

If I know this, know all the wor bes cs,
Who glared upon me, and went surly by

That part of tyranny, that I do bear,
Without annoying me: and there were drawn I can shake off at pleasure.
Upon a heap, a hundred ghastly women,

Casca. So can I:
Transformed with their fear; who swoie, they saw So every bondman in his own hand bears
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. The power to cancel his captivity.
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit,

Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ?
Even at noon-day, upon the market place,

Pour man! I know he would not be a wolf,
Hooling, and shrieking. When these prodigies But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
Do so conjointly meet, let nol men say,

He were no lion, were not Romans hinds
These are their reasons, -They are natural;

Those that with'haste will make a mighty fire,
For, I believe they are portentous things

Begin it with wcak straws: What trash is Romne,
Unto the climate that they point tipon.

What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange disposed time : For the base matter to illuminate
But men may construe things after their fashion, So vile a thing as Cæsar ? But, 0, grief!
Clean from the purpose of the things theinselves.

Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow?

Before a willing bondman : then I know
Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius

My answer must be made : but I an, arm's,
Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. And dangers are lo me indifferent.
C'ic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky That is no tieering tell-tale. Hold + my hand :

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man,
Is not to walk in.
Casca. Farewel, Cicero.

(Exit Cicero. Be factious 1 for redress of all these griefs;

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
Enter Cass:Us.

As who goes farthest.
Cas. Who's there?

Cas. There's a bargain made.
Casca. A Roman.

Now know you, Casca, I have moved already
(as. Casca, by your voice,

Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,
Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is To undergo, with me an enterprise

Of honourable dangerous consequence ;
Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men, And I do know, by this, they stay for me
Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so? In Pompey's porch: for now, this fearful night,
Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full | There is no stir, or walking in the streets,
of faults.

And the complexion of the element
For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Is favour'ds, like the work we have in hand,
Subinitting nie unto the perilous night;

Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bared mny bosom to the thunder-stonet :

Enter CINNA.
And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in

Even in the aim and very flash of it.
Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so ?

Cas. 'Tis Cinda, I do know him by his gait|l;
the heavens ?
It is the part of men to fear and tremble,

Cin. To find out you: Who's that? Metellus

When the most mighty gods, by tokens, send

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate
Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

To our attempts. Am I not staid for, Cinna?
Cas. You are dull, Casca ; and those spaibs of

Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this?
That should be in a Roman, you do want,

There's two or three of us have seen strange sighis.

Cas. Am I not staid for, Cinna! Tell me.
Or else you use not: you look pale, and gaze,

Cin. Yes,
And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
To see the strange impatience of the heavens :

You are. 0, Cassius, if you could but win

The noble Brutus to our party
But if you would consider the true cause,
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,

Cas. Be you content: good Cinna, take this
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind I;

Why old men fools, and children calculate;

Ard look you lay it in the prætor's chair,
Why all these things change, from their ordinance,

Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this

In at his window: set this up with wax
Their natures and pre-formed faculties,
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,

Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done,
Thal heaven hath infused them with these spirits, is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there!

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us.
To make them instruments of fear, and warning, ('in. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I Casca,
Name to thee a man most like this dreadful night; l And so lestow these papers as you bade me.

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
As doth the lion in the Capitol:

Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre.
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

(Erit inna.
In personal action; yet prodigious grown,

Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day,
And fearful, as these strange eruptions are.

See Brutus at his house: three parts of him
Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean : Is it not, Cas. Upon the next encounter, yields him ours.

Is ours already : and the man entire,
Cas. Let it be who it is; for Romans now

Casca. 0, he sits high, in all the people's hearts :
Have thewes | and limbs like to their ancestors;

And that, which would appear offence in us,
But woe the while! Our fathers' minds are dead, Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

His countenance, like richest alchymy,
• Entirely.

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Why they deviate from quality and nature.


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Cus, Hím, and his worth, and our great need of Between the acting of a dreadful thing liim,

And the tirst motion, all the interim is You have right well conceited. Let us go,

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream; Por it is after midnig:at; and, ere day,

The genius, and the mortal instruments,
We will awake him, and be sure of him. (Exeunt. Are then in council ; and the state of man,

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

The nature of an insurrection.
SCENE I.-The same.-Brutus's Orchard.

Re-enter LUCIUS.

Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassias at the door,

Who doth desire to see you, Bru. What, Lucius! Ho!

Bru, Is he alone ? I cannot, by the progress of the stars,

Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him. Give guess how near to-day.-Lucius, 1 say !

Bru. Do you know them! I would it were my fault to sleep soundly.

Luc. No, Sir; their hals are pluck'd about their Wher, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say: What, Lu


And half their faces buried in their cloaks,

That by no means I may discover them
Luc. Call'd you, my lord ?

By any mark of favour t.
Bru. Let them enter.

(Exit Lucius.
Eru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius: They are the faction. O conspiracy !
When it is lighted, come and call me here. Shainest thou to shew thy dangerous brow by night,
Luc. I will, my lord.

[Exit. When evils are njost frce? O, then, by day, Bru. It must be by his death : and, for my pari, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough I know no personal cause to spuru at him,

To mask thy monsuous visage? Seek none, conBut for the general. He would be crown'd :

spiracy ;
How that might change his nature, there's the Hide it in smiles, and a Tability :

For if thou path thy native semblance on to
It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; Not Erebus g itself were dim enough
And that craves wary walking. Crown him !- To hide thee from prevention.

And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

Enter Cassius, CASCA, Decius, CINNA, METELLUS That at his will he may do danger with.

CIMBLR, and TREBONIUS. The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoing

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest: Remorse + from power: and, to speak truth of Cæsar, Goud morrow, Bruius; do we trouble you! I have not known when his affections sway'd

Bru. I have been up this hour; wake, all night. More than his reason. But 'tis a cominon prooft, Know I these men, that come along with your That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here,
Whereto the climber-lipward turns his face: But honours you: and every one doth wish,
But when he once attains the upmost round, You had but that opinion of yourself,
He then unto the laditer turns his back,

Which every noble Roman bears of you.
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees This is Trebonius.
By which he did ascend : So Cesar may;

Bru. He is welcome hither.
Then, lest he may, prevent. And, since the quarrel Cas. This, Decius Brutus.
Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

Bru. He is welcome too.
Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna;
Would run to these, and these extremities : And this, Metellus Cimber.
And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

Bru. They are all welcome. Whichi, hatch'd, would, as his kinds, grow mis. What watchful cares do interpose themselves chievous;

Betwixt your eyes and night? And kill him in the shell.

Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They ethisper. Re-enter Lucius.

Dec. Here lies the east: doth not the day break

here? Luc. The taper barneth in your closet, Sir.

Casca. No. Searching the window for a llint, I found

Cin. 0, pardon, Sir, it doth ; and yon grey lines, This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,

That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. It did not lie there, when I went to bed.

Casca. You shall confess, that you are both de Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

ceived. Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March?

Here, as I point my sword, the son arises ; Luc. I know not, Sir.

Which is a great way growing on the south, Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Weighing the youthiul season of the year. Luc. I will, Sir.

(Exit. Some iwo months lience, up higher loward the Brit. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

north Give so much light, that I may read by them. He first presents his fire ; and the high east

(Opens the Letter, and reads. Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. Brutus, thou sleep'st; auake, and see thyself.

Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. Shall Rome, &c. S; eak, strike, redress?

Cus. And let us swear our resolution. Brutus, thou sleep'st; auake.

Bru. No, not an oath: If not the face of men, Sucht instigations have been often dropp'd

The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,Where I have took them up.

If these be motives weak, break off betimes, Shall Rune, &c. Thus, musi I piece it out;

And every man bence to his idle bed; Shall Rowe stand under one man's awe? What! So let high-sighted tyramy range on, Rome?

Till each man drop by lottery. But if these, My ancestors did from the streets of Rome

As I am sure they do, bear tire enough The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king.

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour Seak, sirike, redress !-Am I entreated then

The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, Tu speak, and strike! O Rome! I make thee pro- What need we any spur, but our own cause, niise,

To prick us to redress? What other bond, If the redress will follow, thon receivest

Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus.

And will not palter **? And what other oath,
Re-enter Lucius.

Than honesty to honesty engaged,

That this shall be, or we will fall for it! Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days.

Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous tt,

(Knock urithin. Oid feeble carrions, and such suffering souls Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate;, somebony That welcome wrongs; unto bari causes swear knocks.

(Erit Lucius. Such creatures as nen doubt: but do not stain Since Cassis first did whet me againsi Cæsar, The even virtue of our enterprize, I have not slept.

• Visionary. • An exclamation of impatience.

Walk in 'thy true form.

& Lot. Pity, tenderness.

Experience. | Perhaps Shakspeare wrote faith. | Low steps.

Nature. *. Prevarichie.



++ Cautious.

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