Cry, Caesar: Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March. Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Caesar. Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Caes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him pass. [Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius. 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; Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, Of late, with passions of some difference, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath bury'd Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, That you would have me seek into myself Gas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. [Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king. Then must I think you would not have it so. well: But wherefore do you hold me here so long? In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar; so were you: - And swim to yonder point? Upon the word, And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did, I, as Aeneas 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 Caesar: And this man He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his 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 sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestick world, And bear the palm alone. Bru. Another general shout! [Shout. Flourish. I do believe, that these applauses are For some new honours that are heap'd on Caesar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus; and we petty men Men at some time are masters of their fates: Why should that name be sounded 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. [Shout. Now in the names of all the gods at once, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd: Rome, thou hast lost 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 walks encompass'd but one man ? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man. O! you and I have heard our fathers say, The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing What you would work me to, I have some aim: I would not, so with love I might entreat you, Than to repute himself à son of Rome Is like to lay upon us. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words Have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutus, |