Sivut kuvina

And do you now put on your best attire ?

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : And do you now cull out a holiday ?

I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And do you now strew flowers iu his way,

Aud show of love as I was wont to have : That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Be gone!

Over your friend that loves you. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,

Bru. Cassius, Pray to the gods to intermit the playue

Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, That needs must light on this ingratitude.

I turn the trouble of my countenance Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, Assemble all the poor men of your sort; (fault, | of late, with passions of some difference ;' Draw them to Tyher banks, and weep your tears Conceptions only proper to myself, Into the channel, till the lowest stream

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my beliaDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.

viours : (Ereunt CITIZENS. But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd : See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd ; (Among which number, Cassius, be you one) They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Nor constrne any further my neglect, Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Than that poor Brutus, with himseli at war, This way will 1: Disrobe the images,

Forgets the shows of love to other men. If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.

Cus. Theni, Bruliis, I have much mistook your Mar. May we do so?

passion, Yon know it is the feast of Lupercal.

By means whereof, this breast of mine bath Flav. It is no inatter ; 'let no images

Be hung with Cesar's trophies. t l'll about, Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
So do you too where you perceive them thick. Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cesar's wing, But by reflection, by some other things.
Will inake him fly an ordinary pitch :

Cas. 'Tis just :
Who else would soar above the view of men, And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

That you have no such mirrors as will turn (Ereunt. Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

That you might see your shadow. I bave heard, SCENE 11.The same.--A public Place.

| Where many of the best respect in Rome,

(Except iinmortal Cesar) speaking of Brutus, Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR: AN. And groaning underneath this age's yoke, TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA,

Have wish'd that poble Brutus had his eyes. DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead ine, Casca, a great Crowd following, among them

Cassius, a SOOTHSAYER.

That you wonld have me seek into myself

For that which is not in me? Ces. Calphurnia,-

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, he prepard to Casca. Peace, hiv i Cesar speaks.

bear :

[11usic ceases. And, since you know you cannot see yourself Ces. Calphurnia,

So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Cal. Here, my lord.

Will inodestly discover to yourself Ces. Stand you directly in Antonins' way,

That of yourself which you yet know not of. When he doth run his course. 1-Antonins.

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : Ant. Cesar, my lord.

Were I a coinmon laughter, or did use Ces. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

To stale I with ordinary oaihs my love To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,

To every new protester; if you know The barren touched in this holy chase,

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Sbake off their steril curse.

And after scandal them; or, if you know Ant. I shall remember:

That I profess myself in banqnering When Cesar says, Do this, it is perform'd.

To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Ces. Set on ; aud leave no ceremony out.

(Flourish and shout. [Music.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Sooth. Cesar!

people Ces. Ha ! who calls ?

Choose Cesar for their king. Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet cas. Ay, do you fear it? again.

(Music ceases. Then innst I think you would not have it so. Ces. Who is it in the press that calls on me?

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love bim I hear a tongue, sbriller than all the inusic,

well :Cry, Cesar!-Speak; Cesar is turned to hear.

But wherefore do you hold me here so long! Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

What is it that you would impart to me? Ces. What man is that?

If it be aught toward the general good, Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of set honou

the ides of Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, March.

And I will look on both indifferently : Ces. Set him before me, let me see bis face. For let the god Cas. Fellow, come froin the throng: Look upon The name of honour more than I fear death. Cesar.

Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Ces. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once As well as I do know your ontward favour. again.

Well, honour is the subject of my story...Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

I cannot tell, what you and other mell Ces. He is a dreamer : let us leave himn ;-pass. Think of this life ; but, for my single self,

Sennet. 6 Eeunt all but BRU. and CAS. I had as lief not be, as live to be cas. Will you go see the order of the course ? ] in awe of such a thing as I myself. Bru. Not I.

I was born free as Cesar; so were you: Cas. I pray you, do.

We both have fed as well; and we can both Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some par Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. or that quick spirit that is in Antony.

For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Let me not binder, Cassius, your desires ;

The troubled Tyher chafing with her shores, P'll leave you.

Cesar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, nono

Leap in with me into this angry food, • Ilogorary ornaments ; tokens of respect. 1 Adorned with laurel crowns.

1 A ceremony observen at the feast of Lupercalia. Flourish of • Discordant opinions.

+ The nature of yong instruments.

feelings. * To nauseale by repetition,

And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Cas. I am, glad, that my weak words
Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,

Have struck but thus much show of fire from And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did,

The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews throwing it aside

Re-enter CESAR, and his train.
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.

Bru. The games are done, and Cesar is re. But, ere we could arrive the point propos'd,

turning. Cesar cried, Hclp me, Cassius, or I sink. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,

sleeve; Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you The old Anchise's bear, so, from the waves of What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Tyber

Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Did I the tired Cesar : And this man

The angry spot doth glow on Cesar's brow, Is now become a god; and Cassius is

And all the rest look like a chidden train :
A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
If Cesar carclessly but nod on him.

Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes, He had a fever when he was in Spain,

As we have seen him in the Capitol, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark Being cross'd in conference by some senators. How he did shake : 'lis true, this god did shake : Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. His coward lips did from their colour fiy ;

Ces. Autonius. And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the Ant. Cesar. world,

Ces. Let me have men about me that are fat : Did lose its lustre: I did hear him groan : Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Ro-Yond' Cassius has a leam and hungry look ; inans

He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Ant. Fear bin not, Cesar, he's not dangerous : Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, He is a noble Roman, and well given. As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

Ces. 'Would he were fatter :- But I fear him A man of such a feeble teinper • should

not: So get the start of the majestic world,

Yet if my pame were liable to fear, And bear the palun alone. [Shout. Flourish. I do not know the man I should avoid Bru. Another general shout!

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; I do believe that these applauses are

He is a great observer, and be looks For some new honours that are heap'd on Cesar. Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no Cas. Why, man he doth bestride the narrow

plays, world

As thon dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Like a Colossus; and we petty men

Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Men at some time are masters of their fates : Snch men as he, be never at heart's ease, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

And therefore are they very dangerons. Brutus and Cesar : What should be in that I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Cesar ?

| Than what I fear, for always I am Cesar. Why should that name be sounded more than Come on my right hand, for this car is deal, yours?

And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Write them together, yours is as fair a name ;

[Exeunt CESAR and his Train. CASCA Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; 1

stays behind. Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure them,

Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar. you speak with me?

(Shout. Bru. Ay, Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd Now in the names of all the gods at once,

to-day, Upon what meat doth this our Cesar feed,

That Cesar looks so sad. That he is grown so great i Age, thon art slam'a !! Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ? Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!! Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had When went there by an age, since the great flood,

chanc'd. But it was fam'd with more than with one man | Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him : When could they say, till now, that talk' of and, being offer'd him, he put it by with the Rome,

back of his hand, thus ; and then the people fell That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ? a shouting. Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

Bru. What was the second noise for ? When there is in it but one only man.

Casca. Why, for that too. Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Cas. They shouted thrice: What was the last There was a Brutust once, that would have

cry for? brook'd

Casca. Why, for that too. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ? As easily as a king.

Casca. Ay' marry, was't ; and he put it by Bru. "That you do love me, I am nothing jea- tbrice : every time gentler than other; and at lous :

every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted. What you would work me to, I have some aim : Cas, Who offered him the crown How I have thought of this, and of these times, Casca. Why, Antony. I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

Brn. Tell as the manner of it, gentle Casca. I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the Be any further mov'd. What you have said, manner of it: it was mere foolery. I did not I will consider ; what you have to say,

mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; I will with patience hear : and find a time - yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one or Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. I these coronets :--and, as I told you, he put it by Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: once : but, for all that, to my thinking, he would Brutus kad rather be a villager, 1

fain have had it. Then he offered it to hiin Than to repute himself a son of Rome

again; then he put it by again : but, to my thinkUnder such hard conditions as this tiine

ing, he was very loath to lav bis fingers oft it. Is like to lay upon us.

And then be offered it the third time; he put it

the third time by : and still, as he refused is • Temperament, constitution. Lucius Junius Brutus, Not a citizen of Rome

• A ferret has red eyes.

opening my lips ab Jurst not lalot / That Romil tending to the al

the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chap. He should not humour. me. I will this night. ped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, in several hands, + in at the windows throw. and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because As if they came from several citizens, Cesar refused the crown, that it had almost Writings all tending to the great opinion cboked Cesar; for he swooned, and fell down That Rome holds of his name wherein ob at it: Aud for mine own part I Jurst not laugh,

scurely for fear of opening my lips, and receiviug the Cesar's ambition shall be glanced at: bad air.

And, after this, let Cesar seat himn sure ; Cas. But soft, I pray you : What I did Cesar For we will shake him, or worse days endure. swoon?

(Exit. Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.

SCENE III.-The same.- A Street. Bru. 'Tis very like: he hath the falling-sickness.

| Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from oppo. Cus. No, Cesar hath it not ; but you, and I, And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.

o site sides, CASCA, with his sword drawn, and

CICERO. Casca. I know not what you mean by that ; but, I am sure, Cesar fell down. If the tag-rag Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cesar people did not clap him, and hiss him, according

home? as he pleased, and displcased them, as they Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ! use to do the players in the thcatre, I am no Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway i trne inan.

of earth Bru. What said he, when he came unto him- Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? o Cicero, self ? * 1

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Casca. Marrv. before he fell down, when hel Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen perceiv'd the common berd was glad he refused | The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam. the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and to be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : offered them his throat to cut.-An I had been a | But never till to-night, never till now, man of any occupation, if I would not have Did I go through a tempest-dropping fire. taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell Either there is a civil strife in heaven, among the rogues and so be fell. When he Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, came to himself again, he said, if he bad done, Incenses them to send destruction. or said, any thing ainiss, he desired their wor Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful ! ships to think it was his infirmity. Three or Casca. A common slave (you know him well four wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good

by sight) soul !-and forgave him with all their hearts : Held up bis left hand, which did flame, and burn But there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cesar Like twenty torches join'd ; and yet his hand. had stabbed their mothers, they would have done Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd. no less.

Besides, (1 bave pot since put up my sword) Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, Against the Capitol I met a lion, away ?

Who glar'd upon nie, and went surly by, Casca. Ay.

Without annoying me: And there were drawn Cas. Did Cicero say any thing ?

Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Casca. Ay, he spoke Grcek.

Transformed with their fear; who swore they saw Cas. To what effect ?

Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look And yesterday, the bird of night did sit, von i'the face again : But those that understood Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, bim smiled at one another, and shook their heads; Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies but. for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I Do so conjointly meet, let not men say could tell you more news too : Marullus and These are their reasons, -They are natural; Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cesar's images, are For, I believe, they are portentous things put to silence. Fare you well. There was more Unto the climate that they point upon. foolery yet, if I could remember it.

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time : Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ? But men may construe things after their fashion, Casca. No, I am promised forth.

Clean 9 from the purpose of the things themselves. Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Ccmes Cesar to the Capitol to-morrow ?

Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind bold, Casca. He dotb ; for he did bid Antonius and your dinner worth eating.

Send word to you be would be there to-morrow. Cos. Good: I will expect you.

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky Casca. Do so : Farewell, both.

Is not to walk in.

(Exit Casca. Casca. Farewell, Cicero. (Erit CICERO. Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? He was quick mettle, when he went to school.

Enter Cassius. Cas. So is he now in execution

('as. Who's there? of any bold or noble enterprise,

(asca. A Romnan. However he puts on this tardy form.

Cas. Casca, by your voice. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night Wbich gives mnen stomach to digest his words

is this! With better appetite.

Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave

Casca. Who ever knew the neavens menace so you:

Cas. Those, that have known the earth so full To-morrow if you please to speak with me,

of faults. I will come home to you ; or, if you will,

For my part, I have walk'd about tbe streets, Come home with me, and I will wait for you.

Submitting me unto the perilous night; Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world.

And thus unbraced, Casca, as you, see, [Erit BRUTUS.

Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone : 1 Well, Brutns, thou art noble ; yet, I see

And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open Thy honourable metal may be wrought

The breast of heaven, I did present myself From that it is dispos'd : Tberefore 'tis meet

Even in the aim and very flash of it. That noble minds keep ever with their likes :

Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt For who so firm, that cannot be seduc'd ?

the heavens ? Cesar doth bear me hard ; + but he loves Brutus: It is the part of men to fear and tremble, If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,

• Cajele. Hand writings. Whole morantuan • A mechanic, Ilas an unfavourable opinion of me. of the globe. Altogether, Bolt.

Casca. He dine Capitol to-mors themselves.

Wben the most mighty gods, by tokens, send

Enter CINNA Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

| Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one Cas. You are dull, Casca ; and those sparks of

in haste. That should be in a Roman, you do want, (life

Cas. 'Tis Cimna, I do know him by bis gait; Or else you use not: You look pale, and gaze, He is a friend.-Cinna, where haste you so 3 And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,

Cin. To find ont you : Who's that? Metellus To see the strange impatience of the heavens:

Cimber 1 But if you would consider the true cause,

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate way all mese ures, why all these guiding ghosts, I To our attempts. Am I not staid for. Cinda 3 Wby birds, and beasts, from quality and kind; Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is Why old men fools, and children calculate it

this ?

(sights. Why all these things change, froin their ordinance, There's two or three of us have seen strange Their natures and pre-forined faculties,

Cas. Ain I not staid for, Cinna? Tell me. To molistrous quality-why, you shall find,

Cin. Yes,
That heaven bath intus'u them with these spirits, You are. Ó Cassius, if you could but win
To make them instruments of fear and warmwg, The noble Brutus to our party-
Unto some monstrous state. Now could I, Casca,

Cas. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this Name to thee a man inost like this dreadful

paper, night;

And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars where Brutus may but find it ; and throw tbis As doth the lion in the Capitol :

In at his window : set this up with wax A man no mightier than thysell, or me,

Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done, In personal action ; yet prodigious grown,

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find And fearful, as these strange eruptions are,

us. Cascu. 'Tis Cesar that you mean : Is it

Are Decius Brutus and Trebonius there?
Cassius 1

Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone Cas. Let it be who it is : for Romans now

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, Have thewest and limbs like to their ancestors;

cestors And so bestow these papers as you bade me. But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead,

Cas. That doue, repair to Pompey's theatre. And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits ;

(Exit CINNA. Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ere day, Casca. Indeed, they say, the seuators to-mor-See By

See Brutus at bis house: three parts or him Mean to establish Cesar as a king :

row is ours already ; and the man entire, And he shall wear his crown, by sea and laud,

Upon the next ellcouter, yields him ours. In every place, save bere in Italy.

Casca. Oh ! he sits high in all the people's Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger

hearts: then ;

And that, which would appear offence in us, Cassius froin bondage will deliver Cassius :

His countenance, like richest alchymy, Therein. ve gods, you make the weak most strong : will change to virtue and to Worthiness. Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat :

Cas. Himi, and his worth, and our great need Nor stony tower, nor walls or beaten brass,

or him, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,

You have right well conceited. + Let us go, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;

For it is after midnight ; and, ere day, But life, being weary of these worldly bars,

We will awake him, and be sure of him. Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

(Erennt. v I know this, know all the world besides, That part of tyranny that I do bear, I can shake off at pleasure.

Casca. So can 1;
So every bondman in his own hand bears

SCENE I.-The same.-BRUTUS' Orchard.
The power to cancel his captivity.
Cas, And why should Cesar be a tyrant then ?

Enter BRUTUS. Poor man! I know he would not be a woll,

Bru. What, Lucius ! ho !
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep : I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. Give guess how near to day.-Lucius, I say !
Tbose that with haste will make a mighty fire, I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
Begin it with weak straws: What trash is Rome, When, Lucius, when ?i awake, I say: Wbat,
What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves

For the base matter to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cesar ! Biit, 0 grief!

Enter Lucius.
Where hast thou led me! I, perhaps, speak this

Inc. Call’d you, my lord ? Before a willing boidman ; then I know

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius : My answer must be made : But I ain aru's,

When it is lighted, coine and call me bere. And dangers are to me indifferent.

Luc. I will, my lord.

(Erit. Casca. You speak to Casca ; and to such a

Bru. It must be by his death : and, for my man,

part, That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold || my hand :

I know no personal canse to spurn at him, Be factious for redress of all these griefs ;

But for the general. He would be crown'd: And I will set this foot of mine as far,

How that might change his pature, there's the As who goes farthest.

question Cas. Tbere's a bargain made.

It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already

And that craves wary walking. Crown him? Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans,

That ;To nndergo with me an enterprise

And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, Of honourable dangerous consequence ;

That at his will he may do danger with. And I do know, by this, they stay for me

The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins In Pompey's porch: for low, this searsul night

Reinorse s from power : And, to speak truth of

R There is no stir or walking in the streets ;

Cesar, And the complexion of the element,

I have not known when his affections sway'd Is favour'd ** like the work we have in hand,

More than his reason. But 'tis a common proof, y Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.

That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Whereto the climber upward turns his face : • Why they deviate from nature. Prophesy. 1 Muscles. " Deer. Here's my band. Active. • Engaged in. Conceived. An exclamation of • Resembles

| impatience. Merer. Truth.

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But when he once attains the upmost round, Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all He then unto the ladder turuis his back,

night. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees | Know I these men, that come along with your By which he did ascend : So Cesar way;

Cus. Yes, every man of them; and no man Ther, leat he may, prevent. And, since the

here, quarrel

But honours you : and every one doth wish Will bear no colons for the thing he is,*

You had but that opinion of yourself,
Fashion it thus ; that what he is, auginented, Which every noble Roman bears of you.
Would run to these and these extremities :

This is Trebonius.
And therefore, think him as a serpent's egg, Bru. He is welcome hither.
Which, hatcb'd, would, as his kind, grow inis Cas. This Decius Brutus.
And kill him in the shell.

(chievous ; Bru. He is welcome too.

Cas. This, Casca; this, Cinna ;
Re-enter Lucius.

And this, Metellus Cimber.
Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, Sir. Bru. They are all welcome.
Searching the window for a flint, I found

What watchful cares do interpose themseives This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure, Betwixt your eyes and night? It did not lie there when I went to bed.

Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They trhisper. Bru. Get you to bed again, it is not day.

Dec. Here lies the east : Doch not the day Is not to morrow, boy, the ides of March?

break here ? Luc. I know not, Sir.

Casca. No. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Cin. Oh! pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Luc. I will, Sir.


lines, Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, That fret the clouds, are messengers of day, Give so much light, that I may read by them. Casca. You shall confess, that you are both (Opens the Letter, and reads.

deceiv'd. Brutus, thou sleep'st ; atrake, and see thyself. Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ; Shall Rome, $c. Speak-strike-redress! Which is a great way growing on the south, Brutus, thou sleep'st ; awake.

Weighing the youthful season of the year. Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Some two mouths hence, up higher toward the Where I have took them up.

north Shall Rome, &c. Thus, must I piece it out ; He tirst presents his fire ; and the high east Shall Rome stand under one man's awe ? What! Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. Rome ?

Bru. Give me your bands all over, one by My ancestors did froin the streets of Rome

one. The Tarquin drive, when he was call’d a king. Cas. And let us swear our resolntion. Speak-strike-redress Am I entreated then Bru. No, not an oath : If not the face of men, To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, promise,

If these be motives weak, break oft betimes, If the redress will follow, thou receivest

And every inan gence to his idle bed ; Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !

So let high-sighted tyranny range on,

Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,
Re-enter LUCIUS.

As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen days. To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour

(Knock within. The melting spirits of women ; then, coutrymen, Bru. 'Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody What need we any spur, but our own cause, knocks.

(Erit Lucius. To prick us to redress ? what other boud, Since Cassius first did whet me against Cesar, Than secret Roinans, that have spoke the word, I have not slept.

And will not palter ? And what other oath, Between the acting of a dreadful thing

Than honesty to honesty engag'd And the first motion, all the interiin is

That this shall be, or we will fall for it? Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :

Swear priests, and cowards, and men cantelous, The genius, and the mortal instruments,

Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls, Are then in council; and the state of man, That welcome wronys; uuto bad causes swear Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

Such creatures as men doubt : but do not stain The nature of an insurrection.

The even virtue of our enterprise,

Nor the insoppressive metile of our spirits,
Re-enter LUCIUS.

To think that or our cause, or our performance, Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood Who doth desire to see yoll.

That every Roman bears, and nobly bears, Bru. Is he alone ?

Is guilty of a several bastardy, Luc. No, Sir, there are more with him.

If he do break the smallest particle Bru. Do you know them ?

of any promise that hath pass'd from him. Luc. No. Sir: their hats are pluck'd about their cas. But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him? Aud half their faces buried in their cloaks, (ears, I think he will stand very strong with us. That lyy no means I may discover them

Casca. Let us not leave him out. By any mark of favour. *

Cin. No, by no means. Bru. Let them enter.

[Exit Lucius.

Met. Oh ! let us have him for his silver hairs They are the faction. O conspiracy!

Will purchase us a good opinion, Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : When evils are most free! Oh! then, by day, It shall be said, his judgment rul'd our hands; Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Onr youths, and wilduess, shall no whit appear, To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, But all be buried in his gravity. Hide in it similes and affability: (spiracy; Bru. Oh! name him not ; let us act break For if thou path + thy native semblance on, con

with hii: Not Erebus t itself were dim enough

For he will never follow any thing To hide thee from prevention.

That other inen begin.

Cas. Then leave him out.

Casca. Indeed, he is not fit.

Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd, but only Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest:

Cesar 7 Good morrow, Brutus ; Do we trouble you?

Cas. Decius, well urg'd :-- I think it is not meet

Mark Antony so well belov'd of Cesar, • Countenance.

Walk iu thy true form. i Hell.

Detection 1. Wary, circumspect. Break the matter to hin

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