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ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophist of Cnidos.
Another Poet. Cicero, Publius, Popilius Lena; Senators. Lucilius, TitiniUS, MESSALA, young Cato, and Marcus Brutus,
VOLUMNIUS; Friends to Brutus and Cassius. CASSIUS,
Varro, Clitus, Claudius, STRATO, LUCIUS, DAR Casca,
DANIUS; Servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,
Conspirators against Julius PINDARUS, Servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,
Cæsar. Decius BRUTUS,
Calphurnia, Wife to Cæsar.
Portia, Wife to Brutus.
Senators, Cuizens, Guards, Attendants, fc.
SCENE I. — Rome. A Street.
I meddle with no tradesman's matters, but with awl. Enter Flavius, MaruLLUS, and a Rabble of Citizens. they are in great danger, I recover them. As pro
I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you per men as ever trod upon neat's leather, have gone home;
upon my handy-work. Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Being mechanical, you ought not walk,
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets ? Upon a labouring day, without the sign
2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get Of your profession ? — Speak, what trade art thou? myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule ? Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? —
he home? You, sir ; what trade are you?
What tributaries follow him to Rome, 2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, 1 | To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, 2 Ci. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft
I a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender Have you climb’d up to walls and battlements, of bad soies.
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Mar. What trade, thou knave; thou naughty | Your infants in your arms, and there have sa: knave, what trade?
The live-long day, with patient expectation, 2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. And when you saw his chariot but appear
Mar. What meanest thou by chat ? Mend me, Have you not made an universal shout, thou saucy fellow !
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, 2 C'it. Why, sir, cobble you.
To bear the replication of your sounds, Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ?
Made in her concave shores ? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, all thrt I live by is, with the awl : And do you now put on your best attire?
I'll leave you,
And do you now cull out a holiday ?
Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? And do you now strew flowers in his way,
Bru. Not I.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires : That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault, Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : Assemble all the poor men of your sort';
I have not from your eyes that gentleness, Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears And show of love, as I was wont to have : Into the channel, till the lowest stream
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Over your friend that loves you. [Ereunt Citizens. Bru.
Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look,
Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved ; Flav. It is no matter; let no images
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Nor construe any further my neglect, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Forgets the shows of love to other men. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;
passion, Who else would soar above the view of men, By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? SCENE II. – A publick Place.
Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, Enter, in Procession, with Musick, CÆSAR; ANTONY, But by reflection, by some other things. for the Course; CALPHURNIA, Portia, Decius, Cas. 'Tis just : Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, and Casca; a great and it is very much lamented, Brutus, Crowd following, among them a Soothsayer. That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Cæs. Calphurnia,
Your hidden worthiness into your eye, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard, [Musick ceases. Where many of the
best respect in Rome, Cæs.
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Cal. Here, my lord.
And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. When he doth run his course. — Antonius.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Ant. Cæsar, my lord.
Cassius, Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,
That you would have me seek into myself To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say,
For that which is not in me? The barren, touched in this holy chase,
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : Shake off their sterile curse.
And since you know you cannot see yourself Ant.
I shall remember:
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use Casca. Bid every noise be still: — Peace yet again. To stale 6 with ordinary oaths my love
To [Musick ceases.
every new protester; if you know Cæs. Who is it in the press S, that calls on me?
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick,
And after scandal them; or if you know Cry, Cæsar : Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear.
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
(Flourish, and Shout. Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the March.
people Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Choose Cæsar for their king. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Then must I think you would not have it so.
Ay, do you fear it ? Cæsar.
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well: again.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long? Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
What is it that you would impart to me? Cæs. Ile is a dreamer ; let us leave him ;- pass. If it be aught toward the general good,
(Sennet. 4 Exeunt all but Bru. and Cas. Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other,
? A ceremony observed at the feast of Lupercalia. And I will look on both indifferently: 3 Crowd
5 The nature of your feelings.
6 Make common.
4 Flourisb of instruments.
For, let the gods so speed me, as I love
When there is in it but one only man. The name of honour more than I fear death. O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd As well as I do know your outward favour. The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, Well, honour is the subject of my story.
As easily as a king. I cannot tell, what you and other men
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous; Think of this life; but, for my single self,
would work me to, I have some a.m; I had as lief not be, as live to be
How I have thought of this, and of these times, In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I shall recount hereafter; for this present, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you:
I would not, so with love I might entreat you, We both have fed as well: and we can both Be any further mov’d. What you have said, Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
I will consider; what you have to say, For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon uis. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it
Cas. I am glad that my weak words With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd,
Re-enter Cæsar, and his Train. Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
Bru. I will do so :- But look you, Cassius, Is now become a god; and Cassius is
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, A wretched creature, and must bend his body, And all the rest look like a chidden train : If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero He had a fever when he was in Spain,
Looks with such ferret' and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
and such as sleep o' nights: Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. A man of such a feeble temper 7 should
Ant. Fear bim not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; So get the start of the majestick world,
He is a noble Roman, and well given. And bear the palm alone. (Shout. Flourish. Cæs.'Would he were fatter:- But I fear him not: Bru. Another general shout!
Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do believe, that these applauses are
I do not know the man I should avoid For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Ile is a great observer, and lie looks Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick: To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, Men at some time are masters of their fates; As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar? Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Why should that name be sounded more than yours? And therefore are they very dangerous. Write them together, yours is as fair a name; I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar. Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shoul. And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. Now in the names of all the gods at once,
[Ereunt Cæsar and his Train. Casca Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
stays behind. That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd: Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! speak with me? When went there by an age, since the great flood, Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? That Cæsar looks so sad. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not ? That her wide walks encompass'd but one man ? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
chanc'd. 7 Temperament, constitution.
9 Ruminate, 1 A ferret has red eyes