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Julius CÆSAR,

FLAVIUS, and MARULLUS, Tribunes. OCTAVIUS CÆSAR, 1 Triumvirs after the Death

ARTEMIDORUS, a Sophift of Cnidos. M. ANTONIUS,

A Soorblayer. M. Æmil. Lepidus S of Julius Caesar.

CINNA, a Poet: Another Poet. Cicero, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA, Senators. Lucilius, TITINIUS, MESSALA, Young Cato, BRUTUS,

and VOLUMNIUS; Friends to Brutus and Caffius. CASSIUS,


DARDANIUS ; Scrvants to Brutus. TREBONIUS,

Conspirators againf Ju- PINDARUS, Servant to Calius.) LICARIUS,

lius Caesar. DECIUS BRUTUS,


Porria, Wife to Brutus.


Plebeians, Senators, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCE N E, for the tbree firfi Afts, a: Rome: afterwards at an Island near Mutina ; at Sardis; and

near Philippi.

A C T I.

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HENCE hoorhon you idle creatures,


Flav. Thou art a cobler, art thou?
R O M E.

Cob. Truly, fir, all that I live by is, with the
A Street.

awl: I meddle with no trade, man's matters, nor Entor Flavius, Marullus, and certain Commoners, woman's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, Fluv. get you home :

danger, I recover them. As proper men as ever Is this a holiday? What! know you not, trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handyBeing mechanical, you ought not walk,

work. Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Flav. But wherefore art rot in thy shop to-day? Of your profetiion :-Speak, what trade art thou? Why dost thou lead these men about the itreets Car. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Cob. Truly, fir, to wear out their shoes, to get Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule ? myself into inore work. But, indeed, sir, we What dost thou with thy best apparel on - make holiday, to see Cæfar, and to rejoice, in his You, fir ; what trade are you?

triumph. Cob. Truly, fir, in respect of a fine workman, Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings I am but, as you would say, a cobler.

he home? Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me What tributaries follow him to Rome, directly.

To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheeis ? Cob. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender

things ! of bad foals.

O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Flav. What trade, thou knave ? thou naughty Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft knave, what trade?

Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, Cob. Nay, I beseech you, fir, be not out with To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, me : Yet, if you be out, sır, I can mend you.

Your infants in your arms, and there have fac Mar. What meanett thou by that? Mend me, The live-long day, with patient expectation, thou saucy fellow :

To see great Pompey país the itreets of Rome : Cob. Why, fir, cobble you.

And when you saw his chariot but appear,

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upon Cæfar.

I'll leave you.

Have you not made an universal Mout,

Ct). What man is that?

(March. That Tyber trembled underneath his banks,

Bru. A foothsayer bids you heware the ides of To hear the replication of your sounds,

Ges. Set him before me, let me see his face. Made in his concave shores?

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng :-Look And do you now put on your best attire!

(again. And do you now cull out a holiday?

Corf. What say'st thou to me now! Speak once And do you now strew flowers in his way,

Sooth. Beware the ides of March. That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Coxf. He is a dreamer ; let us leave him :-pars. Be gone ;

[Sennel 3. Exeunt Curfar and traja. Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,

Caf. Will you go lee the order of the courte ?
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague

Bru. Not I.
That needs must light on this ingratitude. [fault, Caj. I pray you, do.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part
Asemble all the poor men of your fort ; Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears Let me not hinder, Callius, your desires;
Into the channel, 'till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

Caf. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :

[Exeunt Commoners. I have not from your eyes that gentlenefs,
See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd ; And Thew of love, as I was wont to have :
They vanish tongue-ty'd in their guiltiness. You bear too stubborn and too strange “ a hand
Go you down that way towards the Capitol ; Over your friend that loves you.
This way will I : Difrobe the images,

Bra. Caflius,
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies ! Be not deceivd: If I have veil'd my look,
Mar. May we do fo ?

I turn the trouble of my countenance
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am, Flav. It is no matter ; let no images

Of late, with passions of sone difierences,
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, Conceptions only proper to myself,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets : Which give some foil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick. But let not therefore my good friends be grievd;
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæfar's wing, (Among which number, Caffius, be you one)
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Nor construe any further my neglect,
Who elle would foar above the view of men, Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness. [Exeunt. Forgets the Thews of love to other men.

Caj. Then, Brutus, I have much mittook your
The same.

pallion ;
Enter Corsar; Antony, for the course; Colpburnia, By means wliereof, this breast of mine hath bury'd

Portia, Decius 2, Cicero, Brutus, Cafjius, Cusca, a Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Soothsayer, &c.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Cæf., Calphurnia,“

Bru. No, Casus : for the eye fees not itief, Cafea. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks.

But by reflection, by some other things. Curj. Calphurnia,

Caj. 'Tis just:
Calp. Here, my lord.

And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Cetj. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, That you have no luch mirrors, as will turn
When he doth run his course. --Antonius.

Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
Ant. Cæfar, my lord.

That you might see your shadow. I have heard
Ciej. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Where !rny of the best respect in Rome,
To touch Calphurnia : for our elders tay, (Except immoital Cziar) ipeaking of Brutus,
The barren, touched in this holy chale,

And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Size of their Iterile curie.

Have with d that noble Brutus had his eyes. sint. I shall remember :

Brr.Into what dangers would you lead me, Cailius, When Cæfar fays, Do this, it is perform’d. That you would have me feck into myself Ciof. Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

For thit which is not in me? Scoth. Cæfar.

Cars. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar’d to hear: CiesHa! Who calls ?

And, since you know you cannot see yourself
Cujca. Bid every noile be still:--Peace yet again. So well as by retiection, I, your glass,

Caf. Who is it in the prefs, that calls on me? Will modettiy discover to yourself
I hear a tongue, Thriller than all the musick, Thit of your telf which yet you know not of.
Cry, Cæiar: Speak; Cæiar is turn'd to hear. And be noc jealous of me, gentle Brutus :
South. Beware the ides of March.

Were la common laugher, or did use

1 Ceremonies for religious ornaments. 2 This person was not Decius, but Decimus Bratis. ? We have before obterved, thai sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial mulick. 4 Strange is alien, unfamiliar. Soc. wat a fluctuativn of discordant opinions and defics.


To stale with ordinary oaths my love

Bru. Another general shout!
To every new protester '; if you know I do believe, that there applauses are
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,

For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar.
And after scandal them; or if you know

Caf. Why, man, he doth bettride the narrow That I profess myself in banqueting

world, To all the rout, then hold me dangcrous.

Like a Coloffus ; and we petty men [Flourish and shout. Walk under his huge legs, and peep

about Brs. What means this shouting? I do fear, the To find our telves dishonourable graves. Choose Cæfar for their king.

[peuple Men at some time are matters of their fites: Caf. Ay, do you fear it?

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our Itars,
Then must I think you would not have it fo. But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Bru. I would not, Caffius; yet I love him well: Brutus, and Cæfar : What should be in that Caefar?
But wherefore do you hold me here to long?

Why should that name be founded more than yours? What is it that you would impart to me?

Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; If it be auglit toward the general good,

Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well:
Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure witii them,
And I will look on both inditterently :

Brutus will Itart a spirit as soon as Cæfar.
For, let the gods to speed me, as I love

Now in the names of all the gods at once,
The name of honour more than I fear deathi. Upon what meat doth this our Calat feud,
Caj. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art tham'd:
As well as I do know your outward favour.

Rome, thou hatt lott the breed of noble bloods ! Well, lionour is the subject of my story.-

When went there by an age, since the great flood, I cannot tell, what you and other men

But it was fam'u with more than witii one man? Think of this life; but, for my single self,

When could they say, 'till now, that talk'd of Ronieg. I had as lief not be, as live to be

That her wide walls encompass à but one man!
In awe of such a thing as I myself.

Now is it Rome indeed, and room enoughi,
I was born free as Clar; so were you :

When there is in it but one only man.
We both have fedd as well; and we can both O! you and I have heard our father's tay, (brook'd
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.

There was a Brutus 2 once, that would have
For once, upon a raw and gutty day,

The eternal devil to keep his itate in Rome,., .
The troubled Tyber chafing with his Thores, As easily as a king.
Cxfar faid to me, Darj} sbou, Gallias, now

Brl. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
Leap in with me into this


What you would work me to, I have some aim :
And win to yoniler point upon the word,

How I have thought of this, and of these times,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,

I shall recount hereafter ; for this prelerit,
And bade hinn follow : 1o, indeed, he did. I would not, so with love I night intreat you,
The torrent roarid ; and we did butlet it Be any further mov'd. What you have said,
With luity finews; throwing it aside,

I will contider; what you have to say,
And Itemming it with hearts of controversy. I will with patience hear; and find a time
But ere we could arrive the point propos d, Both meet to hear, and answer, sucla high things.
Cæfar cry'd, Help me, Carljivi, or I link. 'Till then, my noble frieni, chew upon this ;;
1, as Æncas, our great ancestor,

Brutus had rather be a villager,
Did from the flames of Troy upon bis shoulder Thun to repute himself a ton of Rome
The old Anchiles bear, fo, from the waves of Tyber Under luch hard conditions as this time
Did I che tired Crfar: And this man

Is like to lay upon us.
Is now become a god : and Caiius is

Caf. I am glad, that my weak words,
A wretched creature, and mult bend his body,

Hive Itruck but thus much thew of fire froni
If Cxtar carelessly but nod on hiin.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

Ri-inier Cujur and his train.
And, when the fit was on hin, I did maik

Brt. The games are done, and C.cfar is re-
How he did hake : 'tis true, this god did shake :

His coward lips did from their colour fiy ;

Coif. As they pass by, pluck Cafco by the sleeve:
And that time eye, whose bend doih awethe workl, And he will, after his four futhion, tvil you
Did lose his lastre: did hear him gron:

What lain proceeded, worthy note, to-chiy.
Ay, and that tongue of his, that b.ide the Romans Bru. I will do to:--But, look you, Cacius,
Mark him, and write his ipeeches in their books, The angry spot duth glow on Cixar's brow,
Alas! it cry'd, Give me jome drink, Titius,

And all the rest leuk like a chidden train :
As a fick girl. Te gods, it dotis amaze me, Calphurn:'s chicek is pale; and Cicero
A man of such a feeble temper thould

Louhis with such ferret * and such ficry eyes,
So get the start of the majestick world,

as we have ieen in in the Capitol,
And bear the palm alone. [Sowoct. Flourish. Being crois'd in contre une by tune ienators.

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Caf. Casca will tell us what the matter is. and still as he refus'& it, the rabblement hosted, Céf. Antonius.

and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their Ant. Cælar.

sweaty night-caps, and utter'd such a deal of stinks Cef. Let me have men about me, that are fat; ing breath because Cæfar refus'd the crown, that Sleek-headed men, and such as fleep o' nights : it had almost choak d Cæfar; for he fwooned, and Yon Caffius bas a lean and hungry look;

fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durit He thinks too much: fuch men are dangerous. not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and re

Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; ceiving the bad air. He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Caf. But, fost, I pray you: What ? did Cæfar Caf. 'Would he were farter :- But I fear him


Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and Yet if my name were liable to fear,

foam'd at mouth, and was speechless. I do not know the man I thould avoid

Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-fickSo foon as that spare Caffius. He reads much ; ness. He is a great observer, and he looks

Caf. No, Cæfar hath it not; but you, and I, Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, And honest Casca, we have the falling-fickness. As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no musick : Casca. I know not what you mean by that ; but, Seldom he smiles; and (miles in fuch a fort, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag peoAs if he mock’d himself, and scorn'd his fpirit ple did not clap him, and hiss him, according as he That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. pleas'd, and displeas'd them, as they use to do the Such men as he be never at heart's ease,

players in the theatre, I am no true man. Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? And therefore are they very dangerous.

Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when lie I rather tell thee what is to be fear d,

perceiv'd the common herd was glad he refu'd Thau what I fear ; for always 1 am Cæfar. the crown, he pluck'd me ope his doublet, and Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, offer'd them his throat to cut.-An I had been a And tell me truly what thou think'st of him. man of any occupation, if I would not have

[Exeunt Crfur, and bis train. taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell Manent Brutus and Calius: Casca to them. among the rogues :--and so he fell. When he Cofia. You pulld me by the cloak ; Would came to himself again, he said, If he had me, or you speak with me?

faid, any thing amils, he defir'd their worships to Bra. Ay, Cafca; tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, think it was his infirmity. Three or four wenches, That Cæfar looks so fad.

where I foot, cry'ı, Alas, good foui! —and forCasca. Why you were with him, were you not? gave him with all their hearts : But there's no Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had heed to be taken of them : if Cæsar had stabb'd chanc'd.

their mothers, they would have done no less. Cafea. Why, there was a crown offer'd him : Bru. And after that, he came, thus fad, away! and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back Casca. Ay. of his hand, thus ; and then the people fell a' Caf. Did Cicero say any thing? thouting.

Casca. Ay, he spoke Greek. Bru. Wliat was the second noise for ?

Caf. To what efíect ? Casca. Why for that too.

Casca. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look Caf. They shouted thrice; What was the last you i' the face again : But those, that understood

him fmil'd at one another, and shook their heats: Calca. Why for that too.

but for mine own part, it was Greek to me. I B:4. Was tlie crown offer'd him thrice? could tell you more new's too: Marullus and Fla

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, vius, for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images, are put every time gentler than other; and at every put- to filence. Fare you well. There was more ting by, mine honest neighbours fhouted. foolery yet, if I could remember it. Caf. Who ofter'd him the crown?

Caf. Will you fup with me to-night, Casca! Cafea. Why, Antony.

Casca. No, I am promis'd forth. Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. Caf. Will you dine with me to-morrow?

Casca. I can as well be hang'i, as tell the man Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind bold, ner of it: it was meer foolery, I did not mark it. and your dinner worth the eating. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown, yet Cal. Good; I will expect you. 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coro Casca. Do fo: Farewel both.

[Exit. nets;-and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, Bru. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be! for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have He was quick mettle, when he went zo fchool. had it. Then he offer'd it to him again; then he Caf. SJ is he now, in execution pat it by again : but, to my thinking, he was very Of any bold or noble enterprize, loth to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd However he puts on this cardy form. it the third time; he put it the third time by : This rudeness is a sauce to bis good wit,

cry for?

Tic. Had I been a mechanick, one of the Plebeians, to whom he offered his throat.


Which gives men stomach to digeft his words Do so conjointly meet, let not men say,
With better appetite.

These are obeir reasons --They are natural;
Bro. And so it is. For this time I will leave you : For, I believe, they are portentous things

Unto the climate that they point upon.
To morrow, if you please to speak with me,
I will come home to you ; or, if you will,

Cic. Indeed, it is a strange-dispoied time :
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.

But men may conttrue things after their fathion,
Caf. I will do fo:till then, think of the world: Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

[Exit Brutus. Comes Calar to the Capitol to-morrow? Well, Brutus, thou art noble : yet, I see,

Casca. He doth : for he did bid Antonius

Send word to you, he would be there to-morrow,
Thy honourable metal may be wrought
From that it is dispos’d!: Therefore 'tis meet

Cic. Good night then, Casca : this disturbed 1ky

Is not to walk in.
That noble minds keep ever with their likes :
For who fo firm, that cannot be seduc'd ?

Casca. Farewel, Cicero.

[Exit Cicero

Enter Caffius.
Cæsar doth bear me hard; but he loves Brutus :

Caf. Who's there?
If I were Brutus now, and he were Callius,
He should not humour me 2. I will this night,

Casca. A Roman.
In several hands, in at his windows throw,

Caj. Casca, by your voice.

(this? As if they came from several citizens,

Casca. Your ear is good. Cassius, what night is
Writings, all tending to the great opinion

Caf. A very pleasing night to honest men.
That Rome holds of his name ; wherein obscurely

Cafia. Who ever knew the heavens menace fo?
Cæsar's ambition thall be glanced at :

Caf. Those, that have known the earth fo full of

And, after this, let Cæfar feat him fure ;
For we will make him, or worse days endure.

For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,

Submitting me unto the perilous night ;

And, thus umbraced, Calca, as you see,

Have bar d my botom to the thunder-ítone:
A Street.

And, when the crofs blue lightning seem d to open

The breast of heaven, I did present myself Tburder and Lightning. Enter Cofia, his favord Even in the aim and very flash of it. drawn; and Cicero, meeting bin.

Cajca. But wherefore did you so much tempt Cic. Guod even, Casca: Brought you Cæsar

the heavens? home ?

It is the part of men to fear and tremble, Why are you breathless ? and why fare you so ? When the most mighty gods, by tekens, send Casca. Are you not mov'd, when all the sway Such dreadful heralds to altonith us.

[Life of earth 3

Caj. You are dull, Caica; and those sparks of
Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero,

That ihould be in a Roman, you do want,
I have seen tenpefts, when the scolding winds Or el!e you use not: You look pale, and gaze,
Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen And put on fear, and cast yourself in wonder,
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, To see the Itrange impatience of the heavens :
To be exalted with the threatning clouds : But if you would contider the true cause,
But never 'till to-night, never 'till now,

Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Why birds, and beats, from quality and kind;
Either there is a civil itrife in heaven;

Why old nien fools, and children calculate );
Oi else the world, tvo fucy with the gods, Why all thele thing change, from their ordinance,
Incenfes them to send dettruction.

Their natures, and pre-formed faculties,
Cic. Why, law you any thing more wonderful? To monitrous quality ; why, you ihall find,
Cufca. A common slave (you know him well by That heaven bath infus’d them with theie ípirits,

To make them instruments of fear, and winning,
Held up his left hand, which did Aame, and burn Untu tome monitrous itate.
Like twenty torches join'd; and yet his hand, Now could I, Calci, name to thce a man
Not sensible of fire, renain'd unfcorch'd.

Moft like this dreadful night ;
Besides, (I have not fince put up my (word) That thunders, lightens, opens graves, and roars
Acainst the Capitol I met a lion,

As doth the lion in the Capitol :
Who slar'd upon me, and went surly by, A man no miglitier than thyielf, or me,
Without annoying me: and there were diawn In perional action ; yet prodigious grown,
l'pon a heap a hundred ghaitly women,

And fearful, as theie ftrange eruptions are.
Transformed with their fear; who swore, they saw Cajca.'Tis Cætai that you mean: Is it not, Culius?
Men, all in fire, walk up and down the streets. Gaj. Let it be who it is : for Rom:11. now
And, yesterday, the bird of night did fit,

Have thews 7 and lunbs like to their ancestors;
Even at noon-day, upon the market-place, But, woe the while ! our fathers' minds are dead,
Hooting, and thrieking. When these prodigies And we are govern'd with our mothers' spirits;


Ti. e. The best met al or temper may be worked into qualities contrary to its original constitution. 2 The meaning is, Cæsar loves Bruius, bize of Brutus and I were to change places, his love flould rutiinidhi me, Houid not cake hold of my affection, lo as to make me forget my principles. 3 The whole weight or womentum of this globe. 4 i. e. why they deciate from quality and natur. Si. e. foretel or prophefy. Prodigious is portentous.

1 Thewes is an ubioicte word is plyin; neru:s or mujivo leis ftrengti.

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