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But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Cæfar cry'd, Help me, Cafius, or I sink.
I, as Æneas, our great Ancestor,
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 Casius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake : 'tis true, this God did shake;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye, whose Bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan:
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas! it cry'd give me some drink, Titinius-
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the Palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cafar.

Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves difhonourable graves. Men at sometimes are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cesar! what should be in that Cæsar ? Why should that name be founded, more than yours? Write them together; yours is as fair a name: Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit, as soon as Cæfar. F 4


Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat does this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd ;
Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man !
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompass'd but one man ?
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
Oh !

you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a King.

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; Winat


would work me to, I have some aim : How I have thought of this, and of these times, I fhall recount hereafter: for this present, I would not (so with love I might intreat you) Re any further mov'd. What you have said, I will consider ; what you have to say, I will with patience hear; and find a time Both meet to hear, and answer such high things. 'Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ; Brutus had rather be a villager, Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under such hard conditions, as this time Is like to lay upon us.

Caf. I am glad that my weak words Have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus.

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Enter Cæfar and his Train. Bru. THE Games are done, and Ctfar is returning.

Cof. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the fleeve,


And he will, after his four fashion tell you,
What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru. I will do so ; but look

you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train.
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret, and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being croft in conf'rence by some Senators.

Caf. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caf. Antonius,
Ant. Cæsar ?

Cæs. Let me have men, about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights :
Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous.

Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous ; He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cæf. 'Would he were fatter; but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid, So soon as that spare Caffius. He reads much ; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music; Seldóm he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his fpirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilst they behold a greater than themselves; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d, Than what I fear; for always I am Cæfar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

[Exeunt Cæfar and his Train.

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were you

cry for?

Manent Brutus and Cassius: Casca, to them.

OU pull'd me by the cloak; would you

speak with me?
Bru. Ay, Cafia, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
That Cafar looks so fad.
Casca. Why, you were with him,

not? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.

Cafea. Why, there was a crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand thus, and then the people fell a shouting.

Biu. What was the second noise for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Caf. They shouted thrice : what was the last
Casca. Why, for that too.
Břu. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ?

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by, mine honeft neighbours shouted.

Caf. Who offer'd him the crown? Casca. Why, Antony. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Cásca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once; but for all that, to my thinking he would fain have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again: then he put it by again ; but, 10 my thinking, he was very loth to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by; and fill as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clap'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utter'd such a deal of stinking breath, because Cefar relus'd the crown, that it had almost choaked Casar; for he


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fwooned, and fell down at it: and for inine.own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.

Caf. But, soft, I pray you; what, did Cæsar swoon?

Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foam'd at mouth, and was speechless.

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling Sickness.

Caf. No, Cæfar hath it not; but you and I,
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.

Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Gafar fell down: 'If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleas'd, and displeas'd them, as they used to do the Players in the Theatre, I am no true man.

Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself?

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, he pluckt me ope his doublet, and offer'd them his throat to cut: An' I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues; and so he fell. When he came to himself again, he said,

If he had done, or faid any thing amiss, he defir*d their Worships to think it was his infirmity.' Three or four wenches where I stood, cry'd, "alas, good soul!"

and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cafar had stabb'd their mothers, they would have done no less.

Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away ?
Casca. Ay.
Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?
Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
Caf. To what cifect?

Casca. Nay, an' I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i th' face again. But those, that understood liim, smil'd at one another, and shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell E 6




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