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PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos. OCTAFIUS CÆSAR,
triumvirs after the death MARCUS ANTONIUS,
Cinna, a poet. Another Poet. M. EMIL. LEPIDUS, of Julius Cæsar.
Lucilius, TitiniUS, MESSALA, young CATO, CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS Lena; senators. and VOLUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and CasMarcus Beutus,
VARRO, Clitus, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, Lucius, Casca,
DARDANIUS; servants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,
conspirators against Ju- | PINDARUS, servant to Cassius. LIGARIUS,
lius Cæsar. Decius BRUTUS,
CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.
Portia, wife to Brutus.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, fc.
Scene,-During a great part of the play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.
2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workSCENE 1.-Rome. A street.
man, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler.
Mar. But what trade art thou ? Answer me Enter Flavius, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of directly. Citizens.
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get with a safe conscience ; which is, indeed, sir, a you home;
mender of bad soals. Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty Being mechanical, you ought not walk
knave, what trade? Upon a labouring day, without the sign
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with Of your profession ?--Speak, what trade art thou? me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. i Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.
Mar. What meanest thou by that? Mend Mar. Whereis thy leather apron, and thy rule? me, thou saucy fellow? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?- 2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble
you. You, sir ; what trade are you?
Flav. Thou art a cobbler, art thou ? VOL. II.
2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor SCENE II.- The same. A public place. women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in Enter, in procession, with music, CÆSAR; Asgreat danger, I re-cover them. As proper men
TONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon
Decius, Cicero, BRUTUS, Cassius, and Casmy handy-work.
ca, a great crowd following; among them a Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to
Soothsayer. day? Why dost thou lead these men about the Cæs. Calphurnia,streets ?
Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to
[Music ceases. get myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, Cæs. Calphurnia,we make holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in Cal. Here, my lord. his triumph.
Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest When he doth run his course.-Antonius. brings he home?
Ant. Cæsar, my lord. What tributaries follow him to Rome,
Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels ? To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say, You blocks, you stones, you worse than sense- The barren, touched in this holy chase, less things !
Shake off their sterile curse. O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Ant. I shall remember : Knew you not Pompey ? Many á time and oft When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform’d. Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Cæs. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
[Music Your infants in your arms, and there have sat Sooth. Cæsar. The live-long day, with patient expectation, Cæs. Ha! Who calls ? To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: Casca. Bid every noise be still :-Peace yet And, when you saw his chariot but appear,
[Music ceases. Have you not made an universal shout,
Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on the? That Tyber trembled underneath her banks, I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, To hear the replication of your sounds, Cry, Cæsar: Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Made in her concave shores?
Sooth. Beware the ides of March. And do you now put on your best attire?
Cæs. What man is that? And do you now cull out a holiday?
Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides And do you now strew flowers in his way,
of March. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Cæs. Set him before me, let me see his face. Be gone;
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
upon Cæsar. Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak That needs must light on this ingratitude.
once again. Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Sooth. Beware the ides of March. fault,
Cæs. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him :-pass. Assemble all the poor men of your sort ;
[Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru. and (es. Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Cas. Will you go see the order of the course? Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Bru. Not I. Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
Cas. I pray you, do.
[Ereunt Cit. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd ; Of that quick spirit that is in Antony. They vanish, tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ; Go you down that way towards the Capitol ;
I'll leave you. This way will I: Disrobe the images,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late : If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. I have not from your eyes that gentleness, Mar. May we do so?
And show of love, as I was wont to have: You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Flav. It is no matter ; let no images Over your friend that loves you. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Bri. Cassius, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look, So do you too, where you perceive them thick. I turn the trouble of my countenance These growing feathers, pluck'd from Cæsar's Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, wing,
Of late, with passions of some difference, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ;
Conceptions only proper to myself, Who else would soar above the view of men, Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours: And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. But let not therefore my good friends be grierd;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;) For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Nor construe any further my neglect,
The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in,
Bru. No, Cassius : for the eye sees not itself, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink. And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of That you might see your shadow. I have heard, Tyber Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Did I the tired Cæsar : And this man (Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus, Is now become a god; and Cassius is And grožning underneath this age's yoke, A wretched creature, and must bend his body, Have wish’d, that noble Brutus had his eyes. If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, He had a fever when he was in Spain, Cassius,
And, when the fit was on him, I did mark That you would have me seek into myself How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake: For that which is not in me?
His coward lips did from their colour fly; Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the hear :
world, And, since you know you cannot see yourself Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Will modestly discover to yourself
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, That of yourself which you yet know not of. Alas! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius, And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, Were I a common laugher, or did use
A man of such a feeble temper should To stale with ordinary oaths my love
So get the start of the majestic world, To every new protester ; if you know,
And bear the palm alone. [Shout. Flourish. That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, 1. ru. Another general shout! And after scandal them; or if you know, I do believe, that these applauses are That I profess myself in banqueting
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow [ Flourish, and shout. world, Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men the people
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about Choose Cæsar for their king.
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Cas. Ay, do you fear it?
Men at some time are masters of their fates : Then must I think you would not have it so. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him But in ourselves, that we are underlings: well:
Brutus, and Cæsar : What should be in that But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
Cæsar? What is it that you would impart to me? Why should that name be sounded more than If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i'the other, Write them together, yours is as fair a name; And I will look on both indifferently :
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Por, let the gods so speed me, as I love Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, The name of honour more than I fear death. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
[Shout. As well as I do know your outward favour. Now in the names of all the gods at once, Well, honour is the subject of my story.-
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, I cannot tell, what you and other men
That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: Think of this life ; but, for my single self, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! I had as lief not be, as live to be
When went there by an age, since the great flood, In awe of such a thing as I myself.
But it was fam'd with more than with one man? I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of We both have fed as well; and we can both
Rome, Endure the winter's cold, as well as he. That her wide walks encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; When there is in it but one only man.
And therefore are they very dangerous. 0! you and I have heard our fathers say, I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d, There was a Brutus once, that would have Than what I fear; for always I am Cæsar. brook'd
Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. As easily as a king.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Cusca stays Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing behind. jealous;
Casca. You pulld me by the cloak ; Would What you would work me to, I have some aim : you speak with me? How I have thought of this, and of these times, Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd I shall recount hereafter; for this present,
to-day, I would not, so with love I might entreat you, That Cæsar looks so sad. Be any further mov'd. What you have said, Casca. Why you were with him, were you not? I will consider ; what you have to say,
Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath I will with patience hear: and find a time
chanc'd. Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him : Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this; and being offered him, he put it by with the Brutus had rather be a villager,
back of his hand, thus; and then the people Than to repute himself a son of Rome
fell a-shouting Under these hard conditions as this time
Bru. What was the second noise for? Is like to lay upon us.
Casca. Why, for that too. Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Cas. They shouted thrice ; What was the last Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.
Cascu. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice? Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is re- thrice, every time gentler than other; and it turning.
every putting by, mine honest neighbours shoutCas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the ed. sleeve;
Cas. Who offered him the crown? And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you Casca. Why, Antony. What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.
Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius, Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, manner of it: it was mere foolery, I did not And all the rest look like a chidden train : mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero -yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes,
these coronets ;-and, as I told you, he put it As we have seen him in the Capitol,
by once : but, for all that, to my thinking, he Being cross'd in conference by some senators.
would fain have had it. Then he offered it to Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. him again ; then he put it by again : but, to my Cæs. Antonius.
thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off Ant. Cæsar.
it. And then he offered it the third time; be Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; put it the third time by : and still as he refused Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’nights : it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; chopped hands, and threw up their sweaty He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that it He is a noble Roman, and well given.
had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and Cæs. 'Would he were fatter :-But I fear him fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not:
not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and reYet, if my name were liable to fear,
ceiving the bad air. I do not know the man I should avoid
Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What? did Cesar So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; swoon? He is a great observer, and he looks
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no foamed at mouth, and was speechless. plays,
Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music:
sickness. Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort, Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not ; but you, and I, As if he mock'd himself, and scoru'd his spirit And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Casca. I know not what you mean by that ; Such men as he be never at heart's ease, but, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag
people did not clap him and hiss him, according | In several hands, in at his windows throw, as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to As if they came from several citizens, do the players in the theatre, I am no true man. Writings, all tending to the great opinion Bru. What said he, when he came unto him- That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely self?
Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at: Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure ; perceir’d the common herd was glad he refused For we shall shake him, or worse days endure. the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and
[Erit. offered them his throat to cut.--An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have SCENE III.-The same. A street. taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues and so he fell. When he Thunder and lightning. Enter, from opposite came to himself again, he said, If he had done or
sides, Casca, with his sword drawn, and Cisaid any thing amiss, he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity. Three or four Cic. Good even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar wenches, where I stood, cried, Alas, good soul ! home? and forgave him with all their hearts : But Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? there's no heed to be taken of them; if Cæsar Casca. Are not you mov’d, when all the sway had stabbed their mothers, they would have of earth done no less.
Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O, Cicero, Bru. And after that, he came, thus sad, away? I have seen tempests, when the scolding winols
Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen Cas. Did Cicero say any thing?
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.
To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds: Cas. To what effect?
But never till to-night, never till now, Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. you i'the face again : But those, that understood Either there is a civil strife in heaven; him, smiled at one another, and shook their or else the world, too saucy with the gods, heads : but, for mine own part, it was Greek to Incenses them to send destruction. me. I could tell you more news too: Marullus Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful? and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, Casca. A common slave (you know him well are put to silence. Fare you well. There was by sight,) more foolery yet, if I could remember it. Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ? Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, Casca. No, I am promised forth.
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch’d. Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow? Besides, (I have not since put up my sword,) Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, Against the Capitol I met a lion, and your dinner worth the eating.
Who glar'd upon me, and went surly by, l'as. Good; I will expect you.
Without annoying me: And there were drawn Casca. Do so : Farewell, both. [Exit Casca. Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women,
Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be? Transformed with their fear; who swore, they saw He was quick mettle, when he went to school. Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Cas. So is he now, in execution
And, yesterday, the bird of night did sit, Of any bold or noble enterprize,
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, However he puts on this tardy form.
Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Do so conjointly meet, let not men say, Which gives men stomach to digest his words These are their reasons,—They are natural ; With better appetite.
For, I believe, they are portentous things Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave Unto the climate that they point upon. you:
Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time : To-morrow, if you please to speak with me, But men may construe things after their fashion, I will come hoine to you ; or, if you will, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Come home to me, and I will wait for you. Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow ? Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the Casca. He doth ; for he did bid Antonius world.
[Exit Brutus. Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see, Cic. Good night then, Casca: this disturbed sky Thy honourable metal may be wrought
Is not to walk in.