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you not made an universal shout,
And do you now put on your best attire?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen; and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort:
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
[Exeunt Citizens. 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,
you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.
Mar. May we do so?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,
Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.
See, WHE'R] Printed where in the old copies, to indicate that it was to be considered a monosyllable. See Vol. ii. p. 149; and Vol. v. p. 173. The folio, 1623, is by no means uniform in this practice.
The Same. A public Place.
Enter, in Procession, with Music, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great Crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.
Cal. Here, my lord.
Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
[Music ceases. Calphurnia,―
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius.
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
I shall remember:
Cæs. Ha! Who calls?
Casca. Bid every noise be still.-Peace yet again!
Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
What man is that?
with Music,] In the old copies nothing is said about music; but from what follows it is evidently necessary.
Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face.
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon Cæsar.
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him:-pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all 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 you now of late:
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Of late with passions of some difference,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours;
Nor construe any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Cas. "Tis just;
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear:
That of yourself, which you yet know not of.
[Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
Choose Cæsar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it?
Then, must I think you would not have it so.
6 - a common LAUGHER,] Old copies, laughter. Corrected by Pope.
7 To every new protester ;] i. e. says Johnson, To invite every new protester
to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary oaths.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently;
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
The name of honour more than I fear death.
And swim to yonder point?"-Upon the word,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
And stemming it, with hearts of controversy;
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,