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Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
60 Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
[Exeunt all the Commoners.
Mar. May we do so?
SCENE II. A public place
CALPURNIA,° PORTIA, DECIUS,° CICERO, BRUTUS,
[Music ceases. Coes.
Calpurnia! Cal. Here, my lord.
Coes. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course. Antonius!
Ant. Cæsar, my lord?
Cæs. Forget not,° in your speed, Antonius,
I shall remember:
[Flourish. Sooth. Cæsar! Caes. Ha! who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!
Coes. Who is it in the press that calls on me?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.°
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayero bids you beware the ides of
March. Cos. Set him before me; let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon
Cæsar. Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? speak once
again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Coes. He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
[Sennet.° Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part
30 I'll leave you.
Cas. 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
my countenance Merelyo 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 oneNor construe" any further my neglect Than that poor Brutus with himself at war Forgets the shows 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. 50 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself
Cas. 'Tis just:
have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heardo
, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Cas. 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. 70 And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus: Were I a common laugher, or did use To staleo with ordinary oaths my love To every new protestero; if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard And after scandalo them, or if you know That I professo myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
[Flourish, and shout. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the
people Choose Cæsar for their king.