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fire to their houses and villages a great way round, returned to

the camp.

The same day ambassadors came from the enemy to Cæsar, to sue for peace. Cæsar doubled the number of hostages he had before imposed on them, and ordered them to be sent over to him into Gaul, because, the equinox coming on, and his ships being leaky, he thought it not prudent to put off his return till winter. A fair wind offering, he set sail a little after midnight, and arrived safe in Gaul. Two of his transports, not being able to reach the same port with the rest, were driven into a haven a little lower in the country.

Only two of the British states sent hostages into Gaul, the rest neglecting to perform the conditions of the treaty. For these successes a thanksgiving of twenty days was decreed by the Senate.

JULIUS CÆSAR.

BY SHAKESPEARE.

ACT І.
Cosar

Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

Cry, Cæsar: Speak; Cæsar is turned to hear.
Soothsayer-

Beware the ides of March.
Caesar

What man is that?
Brutus -

A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March.
Cosar

Set him before me, let me see his face.
Cassius -
Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon

Cæsar.
Coesar-

What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer

Beware the ides of March.
Caesar

He is a dreamer; let us leave him; pass.
[Flourish of instruments. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
Cassius

Will you go see the order of the course ?

my

Brutus

Not I. Cassius

I pray you, do.
Brutus -

I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires:

I'll leave you.
Cassius

Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

Over your friend that loves you.
Brutus

Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veiled my look,
I turn the trouble of countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,
Of late, with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors:
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;)
Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

Forgets the shows of love to other men.
Cassius -

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?
Brutus

No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself,

But by reflection, by some other things.
Cassius

'Tis just:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That

you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar), speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.

you know

Brutus

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself

For that which is not in me?
Cassius

Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laugher, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if

you

know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

[Flourish and shout. Brutus

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people

Choose Cæsar for their king. Cassius

Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
Brutus -

I would not, Cassius; 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,
Set honor in one eye, and death i' the other,
And I will look on both indifferently:
For let the gods so speed me, as I love

The name of honor more than I fear death.
Cassius
I know that virtue to be in

you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favor.
Well, honor 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 Cæsar; 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,

The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now,
Leap in with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder point? Upon the word,
Accoutered as I was, I plunged in,
And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
The torrent roared; and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews; throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Cæsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæsar: And this man
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly 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 color fly;
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose his luster: 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 cried, Give me some drink, Titinius,
As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world,
And bear the palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish. Brutus

Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are

For some new honors that are heaped on Cæsar.
Cassius

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar ?
Why should that name be sounded 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 them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. [Shout.
Now in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed:
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man ?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walks encompassed but one man ?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
0! you

and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

As easily as a king.
Brutus -

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 entreat you,
Be
any
further moved. What

you

have said,
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 repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time

Is like to lay upon us.
Cassius

I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

Reënter CÆSAR and his Train. Brutus

The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Cassius -

As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.

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