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Flavius. HENCE: home, you idle creatures, get you

e; Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign of your profession?—Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter. JMar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on 2– You, sir; what trade are you? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. JMar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di

rectly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I o: I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soals. JMar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, I can mend you. .Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mendme, thou *... 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you. Flat. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's-leather, have gone upon my handywork. Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

(1) Rank. (2) Whether.

2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get inyself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday, to see Caesar, and to rejoice in his triumph. JMar. Wo. rejoice? What conquest brings >

What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?
You ** yo, tones, you worse than senseless

O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you loot Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his o:
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Be gone;
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Flav. o go, good countrymen, and, for this


Assemble all the poor men of your sort;"
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exe. Cit
See, whe'r? their basest metal be not mov'd;
They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I: Disrobe the images,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.”

(3) Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.

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Cats. What syst thou to me now? Speak once

again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Crs. He is a dreamer; letus leave him:-pass. (Sennet.* Ereuntal 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;
I'll leave you.

Cas. Brutus, I do observe younow 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.

Bru. Cassius,
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:

§ A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercatra.

2) Crowd. (3) Flourish of instruments.

(Among which number, Cassius, be you one:,
Nor construe any further my
|Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
|Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
By means whereof, this breast of minehathburied
ts of value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, Brutus, can you see your face?
| Bru. No, Casuso for the eye sees not itself,
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
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your I have heard,

s. Where many of the best respect in Rome,

Except immortal Caesar.) 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 Cassius,

|That you would have me seek into myself o:::::::::: d to hear

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, beprepar'd to
|Ao since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to j;
o of yourself . you yet *: not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common o: did use
To stales with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
+...o.o. 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 Caesar for their king. Ay, do you fear it?

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(4) The nature of your feelings. (5) Allure. (6) Windy.


And stemming it with hearts of controversy. Butere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cry’d, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Caesar: And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar 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 fly; And that same eye, whose bend dothawethe 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 amazeme, A man of such a .. temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. 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. Brutus, and Caesar: What should be in that Caesar? 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 Caesar. [Shout. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, *. 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? 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 enough, When there is in it but one only man. Q: you and I have heard our fathers say, There was a Brutus? once, that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king. Bru. That you do loveme, I am nothing jealous; What you would work me to, I have some aim;3 How I have thought of this, and of these times, I shall recount hereafter; for this present, 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 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 Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but this much show of fire from Brutus.


(1) Temperament, constitution.

Re-enter Caesar, and his train.

Bru. Thegames are done, and Caesarisreturning 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. Bru. I will do so:—But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth o on Caesar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train: Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero i. with such ferreto and such fiery eyes, As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. Caes. Antonius. .Ant. Caesar. Caes. Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights: Yond’ Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. .Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given. Caes. "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; 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, 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; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. [Exeunt Caesar and his train. Casca stays behind. Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me? Bru. Ay, Casca; tellus whathathchanc'd to-day, That Caesar looks so sad. Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd. Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a shouting. Bru. What was the ... for? Casca. Why, for that too. Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last cry for * Casca. Why, for that too. Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? Casca. Ay, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, everytime gentler than the other; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. Cas. Who offered him the crown? Casca. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the man ner 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; but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to mythinking, he was very loath

(2) Lucius Junius Brutus. (3) Guess.

4) Ruminate. 5) A ferret has red eyes.

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