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Enter, in Procession, with Musick, CÆSAR; AN
TONY, for the course ; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, Decļus, CICERO, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casca, a great Croud following ; among them a Soothsayer. Cães. Calphurnia, Casca, Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.
| Musick ceases. Cres.
Calphurnia, Cal. Here, my lord.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
I shall remember:
* This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. The poet (as Voltaire has done since) confounds the characters of Marcus and Decimus. Decimus Brutus was the most cherished by Cæsar of all his friends, while Marcus kept aloof, and declined so large a share of his favours and honours, as the other had constantly accepted.
Cves. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What man is that!
[Sennet.4 Exeunt all but Brv. and Cas.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
* Sennet.] I have been informed that sennet is derived from senneste, an antiquated French tune formerly used in the arıny; but the Dictionaries which I have consulted exhibit no such word. It may be a corruption from sonata, Ital. STEEVENS.
- strange a hand-] Strange, is alien, unfamiliar, such as might become a stranger.
Tell me, to, Cassilby somne o
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, | Forgets the shows of love to other meni 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?
Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Cus. 'Tis just: And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors, as will turn i Your hidden 'worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Where many of the best respect in Rome, (Except immortal Cæsar,) 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,
i Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself.. For that which is not in me?
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of.
6 - passions of some difference,] With a fluctuation of discordant opinions and desires, : :
i- your passion ;] i. e. the nature of the feelings from which you are now suffering.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus: .
[Flourish, and Shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
Choose Cæsar for their king. . Cas.
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well:
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
8 To stale with ordinary oaths my love, &c.] To invite every new protester to my affection by the stale or allurement of customary paths,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now .
Bru. Another general shout!