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Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæfar. Lo Shout.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cafar 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, fince 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 P walls incomipaft but one man?
9 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,
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
What you would work me to, I have some aim;
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
'I would not, so with love I might intreat you,
Be any further mov’d. What you have said

• It is said in the fifth scene that the 4 P. and H. omit the two following people shouted thrice; but we have no lines in their text, but preserve them in direâion in any edition for any more the margin. than two thouts: This seems the most . thinks that our author wrote proper place for the third thout, which rather, infernal devil. I look upon to be the occasion of the s Ri's octavo, would you

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yox sudden apostrophé, Now in tbe names of would. all the gods, &c.

+ The fo's, R. and P. point as fole The fo's, walks for walls. lows, I would not go (will love I mig be

intreat you) &c.

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 reputé himself a son of Rome,
Under w such hard conditions, as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

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

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Bru. The games are done, and Cæfar is returning,

Caf. As they pass by, pluck Cafea by the Sleeve,
And he will, after his four fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

Bru. I will do so.- But look you, Caffius,
The angry spot doth * glow on Cæfar's brow,
And all the reft 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 conference by some senators.

IR. But for Bolb.

The fo's, beje for fuck,

* The three laft fo's and R.'s octavo, blow for glow. y R. P. and H. read wirb for by.

Caf:

Caf. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Caf. ? Antonio.
Ant. Cæfar.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat,

[To Ant. apart. Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : b Yond Carus 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.

Caf. 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 doft, Antony; he hears no music;
Seldon he smiles; and smiles in such a fort,
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,
d Whiles 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 car is deaf,
And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

[. Exeunt Cæsar and his Train.

z P. T. II. W. and y. Antonius for Antonio.

a This direction first put in by Y. ic. Yon.

c The last f. m for birx.
d So the fo's and C; the rest, Whilf.
e Thc fo's, Sennit. Exeunt, &c.

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Caft. You pulld me by the cloak; would you speak wick

me ?

Bru. Ay, Casia; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day,
That Cæfar looks so sad.

Casc. Why, you were with him, were you not ?
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had charc'd.
Casc

. 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.

Bru. What was the second noise for?
Cafe. Why, for that too.
Caf. They shouted thrice, whát was the last cry for?
Cafe. Why, fór that too.
· Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

Caso. Ay, marry, was 't, and he put it by thrice, every tiine gentlet than otlier; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours shouted.

Caf. Who offer'd him the crown?
Cafe. Why, Antony.
Frue Tell us the manner of it, gentle Cafed:

Cafc. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it; It' was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I faw Mark

? The three lift fo's, were for wat:

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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, to 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 eine by; and still, as he refus d it, the rabblement 8 hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utter'd such a deal of ftinking breath, because Cæfar refus'd the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, and fell down at it; and for mine 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 Cafar i siroon?

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

Bru. 'Tis very like, he hath the falling-sickness.

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

Cafe. I know not what you mean by that; but I am sure Cæfar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him, and hiss hiin,, according as he pleas'd and displeas’d them, as they k use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true

man,

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

Casc. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceiv'd thic common herd was glad he refus’d the crown, he pluckt me

& The three fira fo's, bowied; the fourth f. R. P, T. and W. bouted; H, fermied

The fo's, woonded.
i The fo's, fround.
* T.W. and 7. ufedo

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