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The Barren, touched in this holy Chase,
Shake of their ferile Curse.

Ant. I shall remember,
When Cafar says, do this ; it is perform’d.

Cas. Set on, and leave no Ceremony out.
Scoth. Cæfar,
Caf. Ha! who calls ?
Casc. Bid every noise be ftill; peace yet again.

Cæf. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, Thriller than all the musick,
Cry, Cajar. Speak; Cæfar is turn'd to hear.

Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Cæs. What man is that?
Bru. A footh-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March,
Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Casc. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cæfar.
Cæj: What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.
Sosth. Beware the Ides of March.
Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him ; pass.

(Exeunt Cæsar and Train.
Manent Brutus and Caffius.
Caf. Will you go see the order of the Course ?
Bru. Not I.
Caf. 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, Calius, your desires ;
I'll leave you.

Caf. Prutus, I do observe you now of late ;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And thew of love, as I was wont to have ;
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over
your

friend that loves you.
Bru. Caffius,
Be not deceiv'd:

I have veil d my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Meerly upon myself. Vexed I

am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself;
Which give some foil, perhaps, to my behaviour :

But

But let not therefore my good friends be grievid;
Among which number, Caffius, be you one ;
Nor conftrue any farther my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the news of love to other men.

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, Callius ; for the eye sees not itself,
But by refexion from some other things.

Caf: 'Tis juít.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthinefs into your eye,
That you might see your lhadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cafar) speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoak,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, That you

would have me seek into myself. For that which is not in me ?

Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd' to hear;
And fince you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflexion ; I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself, which yet you know not pfo
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus,
Were I a common laughter, and did use:
To ftale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protestor ; if

you know,
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know,
That I profess myself in banquetting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

Flourish and bout.
Bru. What means this shouting! I do fear, the People
Chuse Cæfar for their King,
Caf. Ay, do you fear it

Then

AS

Then must I think, you would not have it fo.

Bru. I would not, Caffius; 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,
Ser Honour in one eye, and Death i' th' other,
And I will look on Death indifferently: (3)
For let the Gods fo speed me, as I love
The name of Honour, more than i fear Death.

Caf. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward Favour.
Well, Honour is the subject of my story:
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life ; but for my single self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæfar, so were you ;.
We Both have fed as well; and we can Both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gusty day, (4)

The

(3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a contradi&ion to this, are the lines immediately succeeding? If he lov’d Honour, more than he fear’d Deaih, how could they be both indifferent to bim? Honour thus is but in equal balance to Death, which is not speaking at all like Brutus : for, in a soldier of any ordinary pretenfion, it should always preponderate. We must certainly read,

And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafion'd the corruption, I presume, was, the transcribers imagining the adverb indifferently must be applied to two things oppos’d. But the use of the word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it so. In the present paffage it fignifiés szegle&ringly; without Fear, or Concern: And fo Casca afterwards, again in this A&, employs it.

And dangers are lo me indifferent. i. e. I weigb them not; am not deterr'd on the score of danger.

Mr. Warburton. (4) For once upon a raw and gufly day,] This may, perhaps, appear a very odd amusement for two of the greatest men in Rome. But it appears, this was an usual exercise for the nobility, that delighted in the hardy use of arms, and were not enervated, from this paffage of Horace, 1. i. Ode 8. Cur timet flavum Tiberim tangere?

Upon

The troubled Tiber, chafing with his shores,
Cæjar says to me,

" Dar'st thou, Calus, now,
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point?”–Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bid him follow ; fo, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lufty finews; throwing it aside,
And ftemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Cæfar cry'd, “ Help me, Casius, or i fink.”
I, as £neas, our great Anceitor,
Did from the flames of Trcy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, fo, from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Cæfar: and this man
Is now become a God; and Celsius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæfar carelelly 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 fame 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 majestick World,
And bear the Palm alone,

[Shout, Flouriser. Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applauses are For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar.

Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Upon which Hermannus Figulus makes this comment: Natare. Nam Romæ prima Adolescentiæ juvenes, præter cæteras gymnasticas disciplinas, etiam natare discebant, ut ad belli munera firmiores aptioresq; effent. And he puts us in mind from Suetonius, how pert a swimsier Jul. Gajar was,

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Like a Colofius ; and we peity men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable Graves.
Men at some times are mafiers of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our Stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cafar! what should be in that Cæfar?
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.
Now in the Names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamd ;
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Ruine,
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 k ep 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 aiin ;
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 faid,
I will consider; what you have to fay,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear and anfwer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this;
Brutus had rather be a villages,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions, as this time
Is like to lay upon us.

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