Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar; mark him. Bru. Caffius, be constant :: Popilius Lena fpeaks not of our purpose ; Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his fuit to Cæfar. Bru. He is addreft; prefs near, and second him. Met. Moft high, most mighty, and moft puiffant Cæfar [Kneeling. Cef. I must prevent thee, Cimber; If thou doft bend, and pray, and fawn for him, (17) Know, Cafar doth not wrong; nor without cause Will he be fatisfied. Met. "Cry The (17) Know, Cæfar doth not wrong ;] Ben Johnson, in the induc tion to his Staple of News, has a fneer upon this paffage :you mercy, you never did wrong but with juft caufe.". words are conftantly printed in a different character, and, that they are levell'd at Shakespeare, is fully clear'd up by another paffage in Ben's Difcoveries, where he thus speaks of our author: Many times “ he fell into those things could not escape laughter ; as when he 66 Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, Caf. Pardon, Cæfar; Cæfar, pardon; The skies are painted with unnumbred fparks, Unfhak'd of motion: and that I am he, -Cæfar, ther faid in the perfon of Cafar, one fpeaking to him, doft me wrong; he reply'd, Cæfar did never wrong, but with just "caufe." can't pretend to guefs, for what reafon Ben has left. this farcafm upon our author; when there is no room for it from. any of the printed copies: nor fhould I have thought it worth while to revive the memory of fuch a remark, had not Mr. Pope purpofely. deviated into a criticifm upon the affair. There is a fort of fatality attends fome people, when they aim at being hypercritical. "He "thinks, Ben Johnson's remark was made upon no better credit, "than fome blunder of an actor in speaking the verse now under "debate and, perhaps, (fays be) this play was never printed in B. "Johnson's time; and fo he had nothing to judge by, but as the actor. was pleas'd to speak it."- -I don't know how this gentleman's head was employ'd, when he made this profound obfervation: for he could not but know, that B. Jebnfon liv'd to the year 1637, fourteen years before which the players had put out their edition of all Shakes peare's genuine plays in folio. The furly Laureat therefore cannot and excus'd, from any blunder of an actor, for wounding the memory of a poet; when the absurdity, reflected on, is not to be found in his works. Let Let me a little fhew it, even in this; That I was conftant Cimber should be banish'd, Cim. O Cafar Caf. Hence! wilt thou lift up Olympus ? Caf. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Caf. Et tu, Brute ? [They ftab Cæfar. -then fall Cafar! Cin. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead- Bru. People, and Senators! be not affrighted; Dec. And Caffius too. Bru. Where's Publius? [Dies Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Met. Stand faft together, left fome friends of Cæfar's Should chance Bru. Talk not of ftanding. Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your perfon, Nor to no Roman elfe; fo tell them, Publius. Caf. And leave us, Publius, left that the People, Rufhing on us, fhould do your age fome mischief Bru. Do fo; and let no man abide this deed,, But we the doers. Caf. Where is Antony? Tre. Fled to his house amaz'd. Men, wives, and children, ftare, cry out, and run,. Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures; That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Bru.. Grant that, and then is death a benefit. So So are we Cafar's friends, that have abridg'd Shall this our lofty Scene be acted o'er, In States unborn, and accents yet unknown? Bru. How many times fhall Cafar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's Bafis lies along, No worthier than the duft? Caf. So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be call'd Caf. Ay, every man away. Brutus fhall lead, and we will grace his heels Enter a Servant. Bru. Soft, who comes here? A friend of Antony's. (18) Stoop, Romans, foop;] Mr. Pope, in both his editions, has, from these words, arbitrarily taken away the remainder of this speech from Brutus, and placed it to Cafca: becaufe, he thinks, nothing is more inconfiftent with Brutus's mild and philofophical character And as he often finds fpeeches in the later editions, he says, put into wrong mouths; he thinks, this liberty is not unreafonable. 'Tis true, a diligent editor may find many fuch errors committed even in the first printed copies; but it has not often been Mr. Pope's good fortune to hit upon them. I dare warrant, the printers made no blunder in this inftance; and therefore I have made bold to restore the speech to its right owner. Brutus efteem'd the death of Cæfar a facrifice to liberty; and, as fuch, gloried in his heading the enterprize. Befides, our poet is strictly copying a fact in history. Plu◄ tarch, in the life of Cæfar, fays, "Brutus and his followers, being yet "bot with the murther, march'd in a body from the Senate-house to "the Capitol, with their drawn fwords, with an air of confidence and. "affurance." And, in the life of Brutus,- "Brutus, and his party betook themselves to the Capitol, and in their way fhewing "their bands all bloody, and their naked fwords, proclaim'd liberty to -the people." Ser [Kneeling Ser. Thus, Brutus, did my Mafter bid me kneel; Say, I fear'd Cafar, honour'd him, and lov'd him. 1 Tell him, so please him come unto this place, Depart untouch'd. Serv. I'll fetch him presently. [Exit Servant. Bru. I know, that we shall have him well to friend. Caf. I wish, we may : but yet have I a mind, That fears him much; and my misgiving ftill Falls fhrewdly to the purpose. Enter Antony. Bru. But here comes Antony. Welcome, Mark Antony. Are all thy Conquefts, Glories, Triumphs, Spoils, -Fare thee well. I know not, Gentlemen, what you intend, If I my felf, there is no hour fo fit As Cafar's death's hour; nor no inftrument Of half that worth as thofe your fwords, made rich (19) Shrunk to this little meafure ?] Perhaps, our poet might have Juvenal in his view, here; -Mors fola fatetur, |