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Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,

Cas. Then Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; And drive away the vulgar from the streets :

By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

Bru. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, Who else would soar above the view of men,

But by reflection, by some other things. And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt.

Cas. ’T is just;

And it is very much lamented, Brutus, SCENE II.--The Same. A Public Place.

That you have no such mirrors, as will turn Enter, in Procession, with Trumpets and other Music, Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

CÆSAR ; Antony, for the course; CALPHURNIA, Por- That you might see your shadow. I have heard, TIA, Décius, CICERO. Brutus, Cassius, and CASCA; Where many of the best respect in Rome, a Soothsayer, and a crowd following them.

(Except immortal Cæsar) speaking of Brutus, Cæs. Calphurnia,

And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Casca. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Music ceases. Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Cæs.

Calphurnia, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, Cal. Here, my lord.

That you would have me seek into myself Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way,

For that which is not in me? When he doth run his course. -Antonius.

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepard to hear : Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

And, since you know you cannot see yourself Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

So well as by reflection, I your glass, To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders say,

Will modestly discover to yourself The barren, touched in this holy chase,

That of yourself, which you yet know not of.
Shake off their steril curse.

And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:
I shall remember:

Were I a common laugher, or did use
When Cæsar says, " Do this,"
Do this,” it is perform'd.

To stale with ordinary oaths my love
Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Music. To every new protester;


know Sooth. Cæsar!

That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, Cæs. Ha! who calls?

And after scandal them; or if you know Casca. Bid every noise be still.--Peace yet again! That I profess myself in banqueting,

[Music ceases. To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. Cæs. Who is it in the press that calls on me?

(Flourish, and Shout. I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Cry, Cæsar! Speak: Cæsar is turn'd to hear.

people Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Choose Cæsar for their king.
What man is that? Cas.

Ay, do you fear it?
Bru. A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March. Then, must I think you would not have it so.
Cæs. Set him before me; let me see his face.

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: look upon But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? Cæsar.

What is it that you would impart to me? Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once If it be aught toward the general good, again.

Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, Sooth. Beware the ides of March,

And I will look on both indifferently; Cæs. He is a dreamer; let us leave him.--Pass. For, let the gods so speed me, as I love

[Sennet. Exeunt all but Bru, and Cas. The name of honour more than I fear death. Cas. Will you go to see the order of the course ? Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, Bru. Not I.

As well as I do know your outward favour.
Cas. I pray you, do.

Well, honour is the subject of my story.--
Bru. I am not gamesome : I do lack some part I cannot tell what you and other men
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

Think of this life; but for my single self
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

I had as lief not be, as live to be I'll leave you.

In awe of such a thing as I myself. Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;

I was born free as Cæsar, so were you ; I have not from your eyes that gentleness,

We both have fed as well, and we can both And show of love, as I was wont to have :

Endure the winter's cold as well as he: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

For once, upon a raw and gusty day, Over your friend that loves you.

The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Bru.


Cæsar said to me, “Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Be not deceiv’d: if I have veil'd my look,

Leap in with me into this angry flood, I turn the trouble of my countenance

And swim to yonder point ?'_Upon the word, Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, Of late with passions of some difference,

And bade him follow: so, indeed, he did.
Conceptions only proper to myself,

The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it.
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours ; With lusty sinews, throwing it aside,
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd, And stemming it, with hearts of controversy;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one)

But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Nor construe any farther my neglect,

Cæsar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink.” Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, Forgets the shows of love to other men.

Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

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The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Bru. I will do so.-But, look you, Cassius;
Did I the tired Cæsar. And this man

The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
Is now become a god; and Cassius is

And all the rest look like a chidden train. A wretched creature, and must bend his body,

Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes, He had a fever when he was in Spain,

As we have seen him in the Capitol, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

Being cross'd in conference by some senators. How he did shake : 't is true, this god did shake:

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. His coward lips did from their colour fly;

Cæs. Antonius! And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Ant. Cæsar. Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan;

Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,

Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; Alas! it cried, “Give me some drink, Titinius," He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous : A man of such a feeble temper should

He is a noble Roman, and well given. So get the start of the majestic world,

Cæs. 'Would he were fatter; but I fear him not: And bear the palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish. Yet if my name were liable to fear, Bru.

Another general shout! I do not know the man I should avoid I do believe that these applauses are

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. He is a great observer, and he looks

Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, Like a Colossus; and we petty men

As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music : Walk under his huge legs, and peep about

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit Men at some time are masters of their fates:

That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

Such men as he be never at heart's ease,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
Brutus, and Cæsar: what should be in that Cæsar? And therefore are they very dangerous.
Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd,
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

Than what I fear, for always I am Cæsar.
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them, And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.

[Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train. CASCA stays behind. Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

Casca. You pull’d me by the cloak : would you Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,

speak with me ? That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd: Bru. Ay, Casca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.

That Cæsar looks so sad. When went there by an age, since the great flood, Casca. Why you were with him, were you not ? But it was fam'd with more than with one man ?

Bru. I should not, then, ask Casca what hath chanc'd. When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome, Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him: and, That her wide wallsé encompass'd but one man ? being offered him, he put it by with the back of his Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

hand, thus; and then the people fell a shouting. When there is in it but one only man.

Bru. What was the second noise for ? 0! you and I have heard our fathers say,

Casca. Why, for that too. There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd Cas. They shouted thrice : what was the last cry for? Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,

Casca. Why, for that too. As easily as a king.

Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice ? Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ; Casca. Ay, marry, was’t, and he put it by thrice, What you would work me to, I have some aim; every time gentler than other; and at every putting How I have thought of this, and of these times, by mine honest neighbours shouted. I shall recount hereafter: for this present,

Cas. Who offer'd him the crown ? I would not, so with love I might entreat you,

Casca. Why, Antony. Be any farther mov’d. What you have said,

Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. I will consider; what you have to say,

Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner I will with patience hear, and find a time

of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Both meet to hear, and answer, such high things. Mark Antony offer him a crown :-yet ’t was not a Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:

crown neither, 't was one of these coronets ;--and, as I Brutus had rather be a villager,

told you, he put it by once; but, for all that, to my Than to repute himself a son of Rome

thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he offered Under sucho hard conditions, as this time

it to him again; then he put it by again, but, to my Is like to lay upon us.

thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. Cas.

I am glad, that my weak words And then he offered it the third time: he put it the Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus. third time by; and still as he refused it, the rabbleBru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. men shouted, and clapped their chapped hands, and Re-enter CÆSAR, and his Train.

threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a Cas. As they pass by pluck Casca by the sleeve; deal of stinking breath, because Cæsar refused the And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; for he What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

swooned, and fell down at it. And for mine own part I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and re- As if they came from several citizens, ceiving the bad air.

d walks: in f. e.

2 these : in f. e.

Writings, all tending to the great opinion Cas. But, soft, I pray you. What! did Cæsar swoon? That Rome holds of his name; wherein obscurely

Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed Cæsar's ambition shall be glanced at: at mouth, and was speechless.

And, after this, let Cæsar seat him sure,
Bru. 'Tis very like he hath the falling-sickness. For we will shake him, or worse days endure. [Exit.
Cas. No, Cæsar hath it not; but you, and I,

SCENE III.-The Same. A Street.
And honest Casca, we have the falling-sickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I

Thunder and Lightning. Enter, from opposite sides, am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did

CASCA, with his Sword drawn, and CICERO. not clap him, and hiss him, according as he pleased, Cic. Good even, Casca. Brought you Cæsar home? and displeased them, as they use to do the players in Why are you breathless, and why stare you so ? the theatre, I am no true man.

Casca. Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Shakes like a thing unfirm ? .0, Cicero !

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he per- I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds ceiv'd the common herd was glad he refused the crown, Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, throat to cut.-An I had been a man of any oecupa- To be exalted with the threatening clouds; tion, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would But never till to-night, never till now, I might go to hell among the rogues :-and so he fell. Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. When he came to himself again, he said, if he had Either there is a civil strife in heaven, done or said any thing amiss, he desired their worships Or else the world, too saucy with the gods, to think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, Incenses them to send destruction. where I stood, cried, “Alas, good soul !"_and forgave Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful ? him with all their hearts. But there's no heed to be Casca. A common slave (you know him well by sight) taken of them: if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers, Held up his left hand, which did flame, and burn they would have done no less.

Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, Bru, And after that he came thus sad away ? Not sensible of fire, remaind unscorch'd. Casca. Ay.

Besides, (I have not since put up my sword) Cas. Did Cicero say any thing ?

Against the Capitol I met a lion, Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek.

Who glar'd' upon me, and went surly by, Cas. To what effect ?

Without annoying me: and there were drawn Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i? Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, the face again: but those that understood him smiled Transformed with their fear, who swore they saw at one another, and shook their heads; but, for mine Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. own part, it was Greek to me. I could tell you more And yesterday the bird of night did sit, news, too: Marullus and Flavius, for pulling scarfs off Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, Cæsar's images, are put to silence. Fare you well: there Hooting, and shrieking. When these prodigies was more foolery yet, if I could remember it.

Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
Cas. Will you sup with me to-night, Casca ? “ These are their seasons,--they are natural ;">
Casca. No, I am promised forth.

For, I believe, they are portentous things
Cas. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

Unto the climate that they point upon. Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time: your dinner worth the eating.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Cas. Good; I will expect you.

Clean from the purpose of the things themselves. Casca. Do so. Farewell, both. [Exit CASCA. Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to-morrow ? Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be.

Casca. He doth; for he did bid Antonius He was quick mettled when he went to school. Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow. Cas. So is he now, in execution

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed sky Of any bold or noble enterprise,

Is not to waik in. However he puts on this tardy form.


Farewell, Cicero. [Exit CICERO. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

Enter CASSIUS, Which gives men stomach to digest his words

Cas. Who's there? With better appetite.


A Roman. Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you : Cas.

Casca, by your voice. To-morrow, if you please to speak with me,

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is this ? I will come home to you; or, if you will,

Cas. A very pleasing night to honest men. Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

Casca. Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? Cas. I will do so :-till then, think of the world. Cas. Those that have known the earth so full of faults.

[Exit Brutus. For my part, I have walk'd about the streets, Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see,

Submitting me unto the perilous night; Thy honourable mettle may be wrought

And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see, From that it is dispos?d: therefore, 't is meet

Have bar'd my bosom to the thunder-stone : That noble minds keep ever with their likes;

And, when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open For who so firm that cannot be seduc'd ?

The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Cæsar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus: Even in the aim and very flash of it.
If I were Brutus now, and he were Cassius,

Casca. But wherefore did you so much tempt the He should not humour me. I will this night,

heavens ? In several hands, in at his windows throw,

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When the most mighty gods by tokens send

Where hast thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this Such dreadful heralds to astonish us.

Before a willing bondman: then I know Cas. You are dull, Casca; and those sparks of life, My answer must be made; but I am arm’d, That should be in a Roman, you do want,

And dangers are to me indifferent. Or else you use not. You look pale, and gaze,

Casca. You speak to Casca; and to such a man, And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,

That is no fleering tell-tale. Hold, my hand: To see the strange impatience of the heavens ;

Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
But if you would consider the true cause,

And I will set this foot of mine as far,
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts, As who goes farthest.
Why birds, and beasts, from quality and kind;


There's a bargain made. Why old men, fools, and children calculate;

Now know you, Casca, I have mov'd already Why all these things change from their ordinance, Some certain of the noblest-minded Romans, Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,

To undergo with me an enterprise
To monstrous quality; why, you shall find,

Of honourable, dangerous consequence;
That heaven hath infus'd them with these spirits, And I do know, by this, they stay for me
To make them instruments of fear, and warning, In Pompey's porch : for now, this fearful night,
Unto some monstrous state.

There is no stir, or walking in the streets,
Now could I, Casca, name to thee a man

And the complexion of the element
Most like this dreadful night;

In favour'st like the work we have in hand,
That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
As doth the lion in the Capitol :

Enter CINNA.
A man no mightier than thyself, or me,

Casca. Stand close awhile, for here comes one in haste. In personal action; yet prodigious grown,

Cas. 'Tis Cinna, I do know him by his gait: And fearful, as these strange irruptions are.

He is a friend.--Cinna, where haste you so ? Casca. 'Tis Cæsar that you mean; is it not, Cassius ? Cin. To find out you.' Who's that? Metellus Cimber? Cas, Let it be who it is : for Romans now

Cas. No, it is Casca; one incorporate Have thewes and limbs like to their ancestors,

To our attempts. Am I not stay'd for, Cinna ? But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead, Cin. I am glad on't. What a fearful night is this ! And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits; There's two or three of us have seen strange sights. Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish.

Cas. Am I not stay'd for? Tell me. Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow Cin.

Yes, you are. Mean to establish Cæsar as a king :

0, Cassius! if you could but win the noble Brutus And he shall wear his crown by sea, and land,

To our party In every place, save here in Italy.

Cas. Be you content. Good Cinna, take this paper, Cas. I know where I will wear this dagger, then; And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, Cassius from bondage will deliver Cassius.

Where Brutus may but find it; and throw this Therein, ye gods, you make the weak most strong; In at his window; set this up with wax Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do defeat:

Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done, Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,

Repair to Pompey's porch, where you shall find us. Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,

Is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there? Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;

Cin. All but Metellus Cimber, and he's gone But life, being weary of these worldly bars,

To seek you at your house. Well, I will hie, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

And so bestow these papers as you bade me. If I know this, know all the world besides,

Cas. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. That part of tyranny, that I do bear,

[Exit CINNA, I can shake off at pleasure.

[Thunder still. Come, Casca, you and I will yet, ere day, Casca. So can I:

See Brutus at his house : three parts of him So every bondman in his own hand bears

Is ours already; and the man entire, The power to cancel his captivity.

Upon the next encounter, yields him ours. Cas. And why should Cæsar be a tyrant, then ? Casca. O! he sits high in all the people's hearts; Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf


And that which would appear offence in us, But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:

His countenance, like richest alchymy, He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. Those that with haste will make a mighty fire,

Cas. Him, and his worth, and our great need of him, Begin it with weak straws : what trash is Rome, You have right well conceited. Let us go, What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves

For it is after midnight; and, ere day, For the base matter to illuminate

We will awake him, and be sure of him. [Exeunt. So vile a thing as Cæsar ?-But, o grief!



SCENE I.-The Same, Brutus's Orchard.

Enter Brutus.
Bru. What, Lucius ! ho !
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day.—Lucius, I say !

I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? Awake, I say: what, Lucius !

Enter Lucius.
Luc. Call'd you, my lord ?

Bru. Get me a taper in my study, Lucius :
When it is lighted, come and call me here.

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Luc. I will, my lord.

[Exit. Luc. Sir, 't is your brother Cassius at the door, Bru. It must be by his death; and, for my part,

Who doth desire to see you. I know no personal cause to spurn at him,


Is he alone ? But for the general. He would be crown'd:

Luc. No, sir, there are more with him. How that might change his nature, there's the question. Bru.

Do you know them ? It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,

Luc. No, sir; their hats are pluck'd about their ears, And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?—that; And half their faces buried in their cloaks, And then, I grant, we put a sting in him,

That by no means I may discover them That at his will he may do danger with.

By any mark of favour. Th’ abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins


Let them enter. [Exit Lucius. Remorse from power; and, to speak truth of Cæsar, They are the faction. O conspiracy ! I have not known when his affections sway'd

Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, More than his reason. But 't is a common proof, When evils are most free? O!' then, by day That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,

Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough Whereto the climber-upward turns his face

To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, conspiracy; But when he once attains the upmost round,

Hide it in smiles, and affability : He then unto the ladder turns his back,

For if thou path thy native semblance on, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees

Not Erebus itself were dim enough By which he did ascend. So Cæsar may :

To hide thee from prevention. Then, lest he may, prevent: and, since the quarrel Enter Cassius, CASCA, DECIUS, CINNA, METELLUS Will bear no colour for the thing he is,

CIMBER, and TREBONIUS. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,

Cas. I think we are too bold upon your rest : Would run to these, and these extremities;

Good morrow, Brutus ; do we trouble you ? And therefore think him as a serpent's egg,

Bru. I have been up this hour; awake, all night. Which, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous, Know I these men that come along with you ? And kill him in the shell.

Cas. Yes, every man of them; and no man here, Re-enter LUCIUS.

But honours you : and every one doth wish, Luc. The taper burneth in your closet, sir.

You had but that opinion of yourself, Searching the window for a flint, I found

Which every noble Roman bears of you. This paper, thus seal'd up; and, I am sure,

This is Trebonius. It did not lie there when I went to bed.


He is welcome hither. [Giving him the paper.

Cas. This Decius Brutus. Bru. Get you to bed again; it is not day.


He is welcome too. Is not to-morrow, boy, the idest of March?

Cas. This Casca ; this Cinna ; Luc. I know not, sir.

And this Metellus Cimber. Bru. Look in the calendar, and bring me word. Bru.

They are all welcome. Luc. I will, sir.

[Exit. What watchful cares do interpose themselves Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air,

Betwixt your eyes and night ? Give so much light that I may read by them.

Cas. Shall I entreat a word ? [They whisper. [Opens the paper, and reads. Dec. Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? “ Brutus, thou sleep'st : awake, and see thyself.

Casca. No. Shall Rome, &c. Speak, strike, redress !

Cin. 0! pardon, sir, it doth ; and yond' grey lines, Brutus, thou sleep'st : awake !!! –

That fret the clouds, are messengers of day. Such instigations have been often dropp'd

Casca. You shall confess that you are both deceiv’d. Where I have took them up.

Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ;
“Shall Rome, &c.Thus must I piece it out; Which is a great way growing on the south,
Shall Rome stand under one man's awe? What! Rome? Weighing the youthful season of the year.
My ancestors did from the streets of Rome

Some two months hence, up higher toward the north
The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. He first presents his fire; and the high east
Speak, strike, redress !"-Am I entreated

Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. To speak, and strike ? O Rome! I make thee promise, Bru: Give me your hands all over, one by one. If the redress will follow, thou receiv'st

[He takes their hands. Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus !

Cas. And let us swear our resolution.
Re-enter LUCIUS.

Bru. No, not an oath : if not the face of men, Luc. Sir, March is wasted fourteen” days.

The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse,

[Knocking within. If these be motives weak, break off betimes, Bru. 'T is good. Go to the gate : somebody knocks. And every man hence to his idle bed ;

[Exit Lucius, So let high-sighted tyranny range on, Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar, Till each man drop by lottery. But if these,

, I have not slept.

As I am sure they do, bear fire enough Between the acting of a dreadful thing,

To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour And the first motion, all the interim is

The melting spirits of women; then, countrymen, Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :

What need we any spur, but our own cause, The Genius, and the mortal instruments,

To prick us to redress ? what other bond, Are then in council; and the state of a' man,

Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then

And will not palter ? and what other oath,
The nature of an insurrection.

Than honesty to honesty engag'd,
Re-enter LUCIUS.

That this shall be, or we will fall for it?


1 first : in folio. Theobald made the change. 2 fifteen : in old copies. Theobald made the change. 3 Some mod. eds. omit: a. so used by Dryden.

5 Not in f. e.

4 Walk;

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