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A Soothsayer.
Octavius Cæsar, I triumvirs, after the death

Cinna, a poet. Another Poet.
Marcus Antonius,
M. Æmil. Lepidus,
of Julius Cæsar.

Lucilius, Titinius, Messala, young Cato, and Vo

lumnius; friends to Brutus and Cassius. Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena ; senators. Varro, Clitus, Claudius, Strato, Lucius, Dardanius; Marcus Brutus,

servants to Brutus. Cassius,

Pindarus, servant to Cassius.
Trebonius, conspirators against Julius Calphurnia, wife to Cæsar.


Portia, wife to Brutus.
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
Flavius and Marullus, tribunes.

Scene, during a great part of the play, at Rome: Artemidorus, a sophist of Cnidos.

afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.


2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get

ayself into more work. But, indeed, sir, We make SCENE 1.-Rome. A street. Enter Flavius, holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his Marullus, and a rabble of Citizens. triumph

Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings Flavius.

he home?

What tributaries follow him to Rome, HENCE; home, you idle creatures, get you To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? home;

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Is this a holiday? What! know you not,

things ! Being mechanical, you ought not walk, O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Knew you hot Pompey? Many a time and oft of your profession?---Speak, what trade art thou?| Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? Your infants in your arms, and there have sat What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? The live-long day, with patient expectation, You, sir ; what trade are you?

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : 2 Cit

. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, And when you saw his chariot but appear, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

Have you not made an universal shout, Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me di-That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, rectly.

To hear the replication of your sounds, 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with Made in her concave shores? a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender And do you now put on your best attire? of bad soals.

And do you now cull out a holiday! Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty And do you now strew flowers in his way, knave, what trade?

That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with Be gone; me: yet, if you be out, I can mend you.

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague thou saucy fellow?

That needs must light on this ingratitude. 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

fault, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the Assemble all the poor men of your sort ;' awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, Into the channel, till the lowest stream a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great Do kiss the most exalted shores of all. [Exe. Cit danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever See, whe'r2 their basest metal be not mov'd; trod upon neat's-leather, have gone upon my handy. They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. work."

Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? This way will I: Disrobe the images, Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.3 (1) Rank. (2) Whether.

(3) Honorary ornaments; tokens of respect.

Mar. May we do so

But let not therefore my good frier.ds be grier'd; You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Flav. It is no matter; let no images

Nor construe any further my neglect,
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Forgets the shows of love to other men.
So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your

These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, passion,
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Who else would soar above the view of men, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. (Exeunt. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
SCENE II.— The same. A public place. Enter, But by reflection, by some other things.

Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, in procession, with music, Cæsar; Antony, for

Cas. 'Tis just : the course : Calphurnia, Portia, Decius, Cicero, And it is very much lamented, Brutus, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca, a great crowd fol- || That you have no such mirrors, as will turn lowing, among them a Soothsayer.

Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Cæs. Calphurnia,

That you might see your shadow. 'I have heard, Casca.

Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Music ceases. || (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Cæs.

Calphurnia,-|| And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cal. Here, my lord.

Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me When he doth run his course, I-Antonius.

Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

That you would have me seek into myself
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, For that which is not in me?
To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear The barren, touched in this holy chase,

And, since you know you cannot see yourself Shake off their steril curse.

So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Ant.

I shall remember: Will modestly discover to yourself When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd. That of yourself which you yet know not of. Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus :

(Music. || Were I a common laugher, or did use Sooth. Cæsar.

To stales with ordinary oaths my love Cæs. Ha! who calls ?

To every new protester; if you know
Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet again. That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,

(Music ceases. And after scandal them; or if you know
Cæs. Who is it in the press,2 that calls on me? That I profess myself in banqueting
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Cry, Cæsar : Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

(Flourish and shout. Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Cæs.

What man is that? people
Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Choose Cæsar for their king.


Ay, do you fear it? Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Then must I think you would not have it so. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:Cæsar.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once What is it that you would impart to me? again.

If it be aught toward the general good, Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass. And I will look on both indifferently :

(Sennet.3 Exeunt all but Bru, and Cas. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love Cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? The name of honour more than I fear death. Bru. Not I.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Cas. I pray you, do.

As well as I do know your outward favour.
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part | Well, honour is the subject of my story.-
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony:

I cannot tell, what you and other men
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ; Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I'll leave you.

I had as lief not be, as live to be
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
And show of love, as I was wont to have : We both have fed as well; and we can both
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
Over your friend that loves you.

For once, upon a raw and gusty6 day, Bru.


The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now I turn the trouble of my countenance

Leap in with me into this angry flood, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Of late, with passions of some difference, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Conceptions only proper to myself,

And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. Which give some soil, perhaps to my behaviours : The torrent roard; and we did buffet it

With lusty sinews; throwing it aside (!) A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia.

(4) The nature of your feelings. (2) Crowd. (3) Flourish of instruments.

(5) Allure. (6) Windy,

And stemming it with hearts of controversy.

Re-enter Cæsar, and his train.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.

Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man

Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Is now become a god; and Cassins is

The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, A wretched creature, and must bend his body,

And all the rest look like a chidden train : If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Looks with such ferrets and such fiery eyes, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

As we have seen him in the Capitol, How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:

Being cross'd in conference by some senators. His coward lips did from their colour fly;

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,

Cæs. Antonius. Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan :

Ant. Cæsar. Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’nights :

Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,

Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. A man of such a feeble temperl should

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous ; So get the start of the majestic world,

He is a noble Roman, and well given. And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish.

Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him not Bru. Another general shout!

Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do believe, that these applauses are

I do not know the man I should avoid For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays

world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men

As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music: Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit Men at some time are masters of their fates :

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

Such men as he be never at heart's ease, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that and therefore are they very dangerous. Cæsar?

I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;

And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure them,

[Exeunt Cæsar and his train. Casca stays Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout.

behind. Now in the names of all the gods at once,

Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

speak with me? That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd:

Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !

That Cæsar looks so sad. When went there by an age, since the great flood,

Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? But it was fam'd with more than with one nian?

Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath

chanc'd. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?

Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him : and Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his When there is in it but one only man.

hand, thus ; and then the people fell a shouting. O! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Bru. What was the second noise for? There was a Brutus2 once, that would have brook'd

Casca. Why, for that too. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last As easily as a king.

cry for? Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;

Casca. Why, for that too. What you would work me to, I have some aim ;3

Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? How I have thought of this, and of these times,

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

every time gentler than the other; and at every putI would not, so with love I might entreat you,

ting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. Be any further mov'd. What you have said,

Cas. Who offered him the crown? I will consider ; what you have to say,

Casca. Why, Antony. I will with patience hear: and find a time

Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the man Till then, my noble friend, chew4 upon this;

ner of it: it was mere foolery. I'did not mark it. Brutus had rather be a villager,

I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ;-yet 'twas

not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets Than to repute himself a son of Rome I'nder these hard conditions as this time

1-and, as I told you, he put it by once; but, for Is like to lay upon us.

all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had Cas. I am glad, that my weak words

it. Then he offered it to him again; then he put Have struck but this much show of fire from Brutus. it by again : but, to my thinking, he was very loath (1) Temperament, constitution.

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

A ferret has red eyes.

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