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SCENE, for the three first Acts, at Rome: afterwards at an Island near Mutina ; at Sardis; and near

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SCENE I.

Flar. Thou art a cobler, art thou?
ROME.

Cob. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the
A Street.

awl: I meddle with no trade,-man's matters, nor Enter Flacius, Marullus, and certain Commoners. woman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed,

ENCE; home, you idle creatures, 5 sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great get you home:

danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever Is this a holiday? What! know you not, trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my Being mechanical, you ought not walk,

handy-work. Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Of your profession-Speak, what trade art thou: 10 Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Čar. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Cob. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule: myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we What dost thou with thy best apparel on?- make holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his You, sir ; what trade are you?

triumph. Cob. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, 15 Mar. Whereforerejoice? What conquest brings I am but, as you would say, a cobler.

he home? Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me What tributaries follow him to Rome, directly

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? Cob. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender 20 things! of bad soals.

O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Flao. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft knave, what trade?

Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Cob. Nay, I beseech you, şir, be not out with To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, me: Yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. 25 Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend me, The live-long day, with patient expectation, thou saucy fellow?

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : Cob. Why, sir, cobble you,

And when you saw his chariot but appear, 3 B 3

Have I'll leave you.

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Have you not made an universal shout,

Ces. What man is that?

[March. That Tyber trembled underneath his banks, Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of To hear the replication of your sounds,

Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Made in his concave shores?

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng :-Look And do you now put on your best attire?

5 upon Cæsar.

[again. And do you now cull out a holiday?

Cães. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once And do you now strew flowers in his way,

Sooth. Beware the ides of March. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him :-pass. Be gone ;

[Sennet". Exeunt Cæsar and train. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, 10 Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Bru. Not 1.
That needs must light on this ingratitude. [fault, Cas. I pray you, do.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears 15 Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Into the channel, 'till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;

[Ereunt Commoners. I have not from your eyes that gentleness, See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov’d? And shew of love, as I was wont to have: They vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltiness. 20 You bear too stubborn and too strangefa hand Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Over your friend that loves you. This way will I: Disrobe the images,

Brú. Cassius,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies'. Be not deceiv’d: If I have veil'd my look,
Mur. May we do so?

I turn tl:e trouble of my countenance
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

25 Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, Flav. It is no matter; let no images

Of late, with passions of some difference",
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Conceptions only proper to myself,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets: Which give some soil, perlaps, to my behaviours:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick. But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, 30 (Among which number, Cassius, be you one)
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Nor construe any further my neglect,
Who else would soar above the view of men, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness., [Exeunt. Forgets the shews of love to other men.
SCENE II.

Cus. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
The same.

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passion; Erter Cæsar; Antony, for the course; Calphurnia, By means whereof, this breast of mine hath bury'd

Portia, Decius-, Cicero,Brutus,Cassius, Casca, a Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Soothsayer, &c.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Cæs. Calphurnia,

Pru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.

401 But by reflection, by some other things. Caes. Calphurnia,

Cus. "Tis just : Calph. Here, my lord.

. Ind it is very much lamented, Brutus, Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, That you have no such mirrors, as will turn When he dothi run his course.--. Antonius.

Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Ant. Cesar, my lord.

4. That you might see your släclow. I have heard Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Where many of the best respect in Rome, To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say, (Except immortal Cæsar) speaking of Brutus, The barren, touched in this holy chase,

And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Shiake off their sterile course.

Ilave wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Ant. I shall remember:

50 Bru.Intowhatdangerswould youleadme, Cassius, When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform’d. That you would have me seck into myself Cas. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

For that which is not in me? Sootl. Cæsar.

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus,be prepar'dto hear: Cæs. Ila! Who calls ?

[again. And, since you know you cannot see yourself Cusca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet55 so well as by reflection, your glass,

Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? Will modestly discover to yourself I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, That of yourself, which yet you know not of. Cry, Czesar : Speak; Cæsar is turn’d to hear. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: Sooth. Ben are the ides of March.

Were I a common laugher, or did use 'Ceremonies for religious ornaments. This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. 3 We have before observed that Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial musick. Strange is alien, unfamiliar. i.e. with a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires.

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To stale with ordinary oaths my love

Bru. Another general shout! To every new protester'; if you know

I do believe, thai these applauses are That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. And after scandal them; or if you know

Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow That s profess myself in banqueting

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world, To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Like a Colossus; and we petty men

[Flourish and shout. Walk under his huge legs, and peep about. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the

To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Choose Cæsar for their king.

[people Men at some time are masters of their fates: Cas. Ay, do you fear it?

10 The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Then must I think you would not have it so. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well: Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Whyshould that name besounded morethanyours? What is it that you would impart to me? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; If it be aught toward the general good, 15 Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well: Sct honour in one eye, and death i' the other, Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, And I will look on both inditlerently:

Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

Now, in the names of all the gods at once, The name of honour more than I fear death. Upon what meat doth this our,

::Cæsar feed, Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham’d; As well as I do know your outward favour. Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! Well, honour is the subject of my story.

When went there by an age, since the great flood, I cannot tell, what you and other men

But it was fam'd with more than with one man? Think of this life; but, for my single self, When could they say,'till now,that talk'dof Rome, I had as lief not be, as live to be

25 That her wide walls encompass'd but one man? In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :

When there is in it but one only man. We both have fed as well, and we can both O! you and I have heard our fathers say, [brook'd Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

There was a Brutus ? once, that would have For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

30 The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores, As easily as a king. Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; Leap in with me, into this angry flood,

What you would work me to, I have some ain: And swim to yonder point ? --Upon the word, Ilow I have thought of this, and of these times, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

35 I shall recount hereafter; for this present, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it

Be any further mov'd. What you have said, With lusty sinews; throwing it aside,

I will consider; what you have to say,
And stemming it with hearts of controversy. I will with patience hear; and find a time
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, 40 Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things.
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. 'Till then, my noble friend, chew upon
I, as q£neas, our great ancestor,

Brutus had rather be a villager,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Theold Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber Under such hard conditions as this time
Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man

45's like to lay upon us. Is now become a god; and Cassius is

Cas. I am glad, that my weak words A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Gave struck but thus much shew of fire from If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

Brutus. He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Re-enter Cæsar and his train. And, when the fit was on him, I did mark 50 Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is reHow he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:

turning. His coward lips did from their colour 1ly ;

Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve: And that same eye, whose bend doth awethe world, And he will, atter bis sour fashion, tell

you Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan : What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans 55 Bru. I will do so:- :-But, look you, Cassius, Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, Alas! it cryd, Give me some drink, Titinius, And all the rest look like a chidolen train : As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero A man of such a feeble temper should

Looks with such ferret * and such fiery eyes, So get the start of the majestic world,

60 As we have seen him in the Capitol, And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish.) Being cross’d in conference by some senators.

this ? ;

· That is, to invite every neru protester to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths. ? i.e. Lucius Junius Brutus. *i.e. ruminate on this.

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Cas.

ness.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. and still as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, Cæs. Antonius.

and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their Ant. Cæsar.

sweaty night-caps, and utter'd such a deal of stinkCæs. Let me have men about me, that are fat; ing breath because Cæsar refus'd the crown, that Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: 15 it had almost choak'd Cæsar; for be swooned, and Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst He thinks too inuch: such men are dangerous. not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and re

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; ceiving the bad air. He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cas. But, soft, I pray you : What? did Cæsar Cæs. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him 10

swoon? not:

Casca. He fell down in the inarket-place, and Yet if my name were liable to fear,

foam’d at mouth, and was speechless. I do not know the man I should avoid

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-sickSo soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks

15 Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I, Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness. As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick: Cusca. I know not what you mean by that; but, Seldom he siniles; and smiles in such a sort, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag peoAs, if he mock'd himself, and scorn’d his spirit ple did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. 20 pleas’d, and displeas'd them, as they use to do the Such men as he be never at heart's ease,

players in the theatre, I am no true inan. Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;

Bru.What said he, when he came unto himself? And therefore are they very dangerous.

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he I rather tell thee what is to be feard,

perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refus'd Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar. 25 the crown, he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, lotter'd them his throat to cut.-An I had been a And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. man of any occupation', if I would not have

[Exeunt Cæsar, und his train. taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell Manent Brutus and Cassius: Casca to them. among the rogues :--and so he fell. When he Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; Would 30 came to himself again, he said, If he had done, or you speak with me?

said, any thing amiss, he desir'd their worships to Bru.Ay,Casca; tell us what hath chanc'dto-day, think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, That Cæsar looks so sad.

where I stood, cry'd, Alas, good soul !—and forCasca. Why, you were with him, were you not? gave him with all their hearts: But there's no Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had 35 heed to be taken of them : if Cæsar had stabb'd chanc'd.

their mothers, they would have done no less. Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him: Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back Cusca. Ay. of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a

Cus. Did Cicero say any thing? shouting

40 Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek. Bru. What was the second noise for ?

Cas. To what etiect? Casca. Why, for that too.

Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last you i'the face again : Bui those, that understood

him, smil'd at one another, and shook their heads: Casca. Why, for that too.

45 but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I Bru. Was the crown offer*d him thrice? could tell you more news too: Marullus and Fla

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, vius, for pulling scarfs oif Cæsar's images, are put every time gentler than other; and at every put- to silence. Fare you well. There was more ting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. foolery yet, if I could remember it. Cas. Who offer'd him the crown?

50 Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca? Casca. Why, Antony.

Casca. No, I am promis'd forth.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the man- Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, ner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. and

your

dinner worth the eating. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown;- yet 55

Cás. Good; I will expect you. 'twas not a crown neither,'twas one of these coro- Casca. Do so : Farewell both.

[Exit. nets ;-and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have He was quick mettle, when he went to school. had it. Then he offer'd it to him again; then he Cas. So is he now, in execution put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very 60 of any bold or noble enterprize, loth to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer However he puts on this tardy form. it the third time; he put it the third time by: This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

cry for?

i.e. Had I been a mechanick, one of the Plebeians, to whom he offered his throat.

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