"There is not one person in ten thousand who knows what Liberty means, or cares a straw for any happiness but his own."-PEACOCK.

"There is one alone, and there is not a second."-ECCLESIASTES IV, 8.

"Here we embrace, and I'll unlock my heart.

A council's held hard by, where the destruction
Of this great empire's hatching: there I'll lead thee.
To mix with men

Fit to disturb the peace of all the world
And rule it when 'tis wildest."—OTWAY.

"That Julius Cæsar was a famous man;
With what his valor did enrich his wit
His wit set down to make his valor live.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror,
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.”

-SHAKESPEARE.

"Heroes may kill tyrants, but it is wisdom and laws that prevent tyranny and oppression."-ELIZABETH MONTAGU.

"A perfect man

As ever Nature in one frame did span.

Such high-born thought, a soul so large and free,
So clear a judgment and vast memory,

So princely, hospitable, and brave mind,
We must not think in haste on earth to find,
Unless the times would turn to gold again
And Nature get new strength in forming men."
JAMES HOWELL.

...

"Desiredst thou what truly spurred thee on?
Or didst thou but, as cautious schemers use,
Cloak thine ambition with these specious words?
I know not: just, in either case, the stroke
Which laid thee low, for blood requires blood."

-MATTHEW ARNOLD.

"We've trod the maze of error round,
Long wand'ring in the winding glade,
And, now the torch of truth is found,

It only shows us where we've strayed."-CRABBE.

"When went there by an age since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man?"

"And yesterday the bird of night did sit Even at noon-day upon the market-place, Hooting and shrieking."

"I think it is the weakness of my mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me. Art thou anything?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil
That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare?"

"Why, now, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark l The storm is up and all is on the hazard."

"Time is come round,

And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass."

"The sun of Rome is set! Our day is gone!

Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done."

"When you do find him, or alive or dead,

He will be found like Brutus, like himself."

"Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest, That have but labor'd to attain this hour."

"His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, 'This was a man !”

X

JULIUS CÆSAR.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Rome. A Public Place. A Great Tumult without. Enter CASCA, TREBONIUS, and a rabble of Citizens.

CASCA.

Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home.
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the sign

Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou?

SECOND CITIZEN.

Why, sir, a carpenter.

TREBONIUS.

Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?-
You, sir; what trade are you?

FIRST CITIZEN.

Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.

TREBONIUS.

But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

FIRST CITIZEN.

A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

CASCA.

What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?

FIRST CITIZEN.

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me; yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

CASCA.

What mean'st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucy fellow?

Why, sir, cobble you.

FIRST CITIZEN.

TREBONIUS.

Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

FIRST CITIZEN.

Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl. I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters: but withal I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork.

TREBONIUS.

But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?

Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

FIRST CITIZEN.

Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make holiday to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.

CASCA.

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,

To

grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome;
And, when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds
Made in her concave shores?

And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Be gone!

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

TREBONIUS.

Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
See whe'r their baser metal be not mov'd!

They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.

[March.

Enter, in procession with music, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, DECIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer.

CÆSAR.

Calpurnia !

ANTONY.

Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.

[Music ceases.