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Our yoke and sufferince Thew us womanith. In Pompey's porch: For now, this fearful nigk,
Casca. Indeed, they say, the senators to-morrow There is no Itir or walking in the streets;
And the complexion of the element,
Most bloody, fiery, and most terrible.
Enter Cinna. Callius from bondage will deliver Caflius :
Casca. Stand close awbile, for here comes one Therein, ye gods, you make the weak moct strong ;
in hafte. Therein, ye gods, you tyrants do deteat:
Caf. 'Tis Cinna, I do know bim by his gait ;
To our attempts. Am I not staid för, Cinna?
There's two or three of us have been trange fights. I can shake off at pleasure.
Caf. Am I not Itaid for? Tell me. Casca. So can I :
Cin. Yes, So every boniman in his own hand bears
You are. O, Cassius, if you could but win The power to cancel his captivity.
The noble Brutus to our party
[rer, Caf. And why thould Cæfar be a tyrant then? Caf. Be you content: Good Cinna, take this par Poor man! I know, he would not be a wolf, And look you lay it in the prætor's chair, But that he sees, the Romans are but iheep; Where Brutus may but find it ; and throw this He were no lion, were not Romans hinds. In at his window ; set this up with wax Thote that with bafte will make a mighty fire, Upon old Brutus' statue : all this done, Begin it with werk Itraws: What trath is Rome, Repair to Pompey's porch, where you Thall find us. What rubbish, and what offal, when it serves is Decius Brutus, and Trebonius, there? For the bare matter to illuin inate
Cin. All but Metellus Cimber; and he's gone So vile a thing as Cæfar? But, O, grief! To leek you at your house. Well, I will hie, Where hait thou led me? I, perhaps, speak this And so bestow these papers as you bade me. Before a willing bondman : then I know
Caf. That done, repair to Pompey's theatre. My answer must be made : But I am arm'd,
[Exit Cena And dangers are to me indifferent.
Come, Casca, you and I will, yet, ereilay,
Casca. O, he sits high in all the people's liearts: As who goes fartheft.
And that, which would appear offence in us, Caf. There's a bargain made.
His countenance, like richest alchymy, Now know you, Caic?, I have mov'd already Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. [him, Some certain of the nobleft-ininded Romans, Cal Him, and his worth, and our great need of To undergo, with me, an enterprize
You have right well conceited. Let us go, Of honourable-dangerous consequence ;
For it is after midnight; and, ere dx, And I do know, by this, they Itay for me We will awake him, and be sure of him.[ Exeuni.
1 Bou. Get me a taper in my stuly, Lucius : Enter Brutus, in bis Orcburd.
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my lord.
Bru. It must be by his death ; and, for my part,
How that might change bis nature, there's the When, Lucius, when ? Awake, I say : What,
It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder ; Enter Lucius.
And that craves wary walking. Crown him?-L:6. Call’d you, my lord ?
ii. e. here's my hand.
2 Faltious seems here to mean alive.
3 i, e. it referables.
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an infurrcction.
Who doth desire to see you.
Lui. No, sir, there are more with him.
[ers, But when he once attains the upmost round, Luc. No, air; their hits are pluck'd about their He then unto the ladder turns bis back ;
And half their faces bury'd in their cloaks,
(Exie Luciuso Will bear no colour for the thing he is,
They are the faction. O conspiracy ! Fathion it thus ; that what he is, augmented, Sham'lt chou to thew thy dangerous brow by night, Would run to there, and these extremities : When evils are most free! O, then, by day, And therefore think him as a serpent's egg, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough (racy: Wich, hatch'd, would, as inis kind, grow mis-To mak thy monstrous visage ? Seek none, contpis, And kill him in the thell.
(chievous ; Hide it in smiles, and affability : Re-intur Lucius.
For if thou patlı, thay native femblance on", Luc. The taper bumneth in your closet, sir. Not Erebus itself were dim enough Searching the window for a flint, I found To hide thee from prevention. This paper, thus leald up; and, I am sure, Enter Cajius, Cafe, Desius, Cinna, Metellus, and It did not lie there, when I went to bed.
Trebonini. Brü. Get you to bed again, it is not day. Caf. I think, we are too bold upon your reft : Is not to-morrow, boy, the ides of March? Good morrow, Brutus ; Do we trouble you ? Luc. I know not, fir.
Bru. I have been up this hour ; auake, ali night. bru. Look in the kalendar, and bring me word. Know I these men, that come along with you? Luc. I will, fir.
[Exit. Curf. l'es, every man of them; and no man here, Bru. The exhalations, whizzing in the air, But honours you : and every one doth with, Give so much ligiit, that I may read by them. You had but that opinion of yourself,
[Opens the letter, and read. Which every noble Roman bears of you. “ Brutus, thou sleep'it; awake, and see thyself. This is Trebonius. “ Shall Rome-Spezik, strike, redrets !
Bru. He is welcome hither. “ Brutus, thou Sleep it; awake,-"
Caf. This, Decius Brutus. Such inftigations have been often dropp'd
Brus. He is welcome too. Where I have took them up.
Cuf. This, Carca; this, Cinna; “ Shall Rome" Thus must I piece it out ; And this, Metellus Cimber. Shall Rome stand under one man's swe? What ! Bru. They are all welcome. My uncestors did from the streets of Rome (Rome? What watchful cares do interpose themselves The Tarquin drive, when he was call'd a king. Betwixt your eyes and night ? “ Speak, Itike, redrets !"-Am I entreated Cal. Shall I entrcat a word ? [Teljer. To speak, and Itrike? O Rome! I make thee pro Dic. Here lies the east : Doth not the day bicik If the redress will follow, thou receivett (mile, Cafia. No.
There? Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!
Cin. 0, pardon, fir, it doth; and yon grey lines, Re-enter Lucius.
That fret the clouds, are mellengers of day. Luc. Sir, March is waited fourteen days. Curfca. You thall conreis, that you are both de
[ Knucks within.
ceiv'd. Brita 'Tis good. Go to the guite; fomebody Here, as I point my sword, the sun arises ; kuocks.
(Exit Lucius. Which is a great way growing on the soutil, Since Caffius first did wlict me against Cæfar, Weighing the youthful seafur of the year. I have not Nepi.
Some two months hence, up higher towisd the north Between the afting of a drea!ful thing,
He titt present, his fire; and the higli east And the firit motion, all the interim is
Stands, as the Capitol, directly here. Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream :
Bru. Give me your hands all over, one by one. The genius, and the mortal instruments,
Caf. And let us lirear our resolution. Are then in council *; and the state of man, Bru. No, not an oath; If not the face of men,
ii. e. pity.
2 i e. common experiment. 3i. e. low steps. 4 Shaklpcare here describes what passes in a single bolom, the infurre iron which a conspirator bels agitaung the lzerde kinder of his own mind; when the genius, or power that watches for his protection, and the remitieris, the pallions which excite hun to a derd of honour and danger, are in council anul debaie; v lesu tla delire of action, and the care of tafety, keep the mind in continual fl.cuation aid disturbance. $ Cajus married Junia, Brniussiter. 6 i. c. if thou walk in try true forin.
The sufferance of our souls, the time's abuse, O, that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit, If these be motives weak, break off betimes,
And not dismember Cresar! But, alas, And every man hence to his idle bed;
Cæsar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends, So let high-lighted tyranny range on,
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully ; 'Till each man drop by lottery I, But if there, Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, As I am sure they do, bear fire enough
Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds : To kindle cowards, and to steel with valour And let our hearts, as subtle matters do, The melting spirits of women ; then, countrymen, Stir up their servants to an act of rage, What need we any spur, but our own cause, And after seem to chide them. This Thall make To prick us to redress ? what other bond, Our purpose necessary, and not enrious : Than secret Romans, that have spoke the word, Which so appearing to the common eyes, And will not palter ? and what other oath, We thall be call'd purgers, not murderers. Than honesty to honesty engag'd,
And for Mark Antony, think not of him ; That this shall be, or we will fall for it?
For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm, Swear priests, and cowards, and men cautelous ?, When Cæsar's head is off. Old feeble carrions, and such suffering souls Cas. Yet I fear him: That welcome wrongs; unto bad ciuíes swear For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar,Such creatures as men doubt : but do not ftain Bru. Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him : The even virtue of our enterprize,
If he love Cæsar, all that he can do Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits, Is to himself; take thought 3, and die for Cxsar : To think, that, or our cause, or our performance, And that were much he would ; for he is given Did need an oath ; when every drop of blood, To sports, to wildness, and much company. That every Roman bears, and nobly bears,
Treb. There is no fear in him ; let him not cie ; Is guilty of a several hastardy,
For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter. If he do break the smallest particle
[Clæk frikeso Of any promise that liath part from him.
Bru. Peace, count the clock.
Treb. 'Tis time to part.
Caf. But it is doubtful yet, Cin. No, by no means.
Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to-day, or no :
Quite from the main opinion he held once
[him ; And the perfuafion of his augurers,
Dir. Never fear that : If he be so resolv'd, That other men begin.
I can o'ersıvay him : for he loves to hear, Caf. Then leave him out.
Tlat unicorns may be betray'd with trees *, Cofca. Indeed, he is not fit.
And bears with glatles, elephants with holes, Dei. Sliall no maielle be touch'd, but only Cxsar? | Lions with toils, and men with Aatterers :
Cof. Decius, well urg'd:--I think, it is not meet, But, when I tell him, lie braies fiatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flattered.
Caf. Nay, we will all of us be there to fetch him. Let Antony and Cæsar fall together. Caflius, B». By the eighth lour: Is that the uttermot?
Biu. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cin. Bo that the uttermott, and fail not then. To cut the head off, and then hack the limbs; me. Caius Ligarius doth bear Cæfar hards, Like wrath in deach, and envy afterwards : Who rated him for speaking well of Pompey; For Antony is but a limb of Cæfar.
I wonder, none of you have thought of him. Let us be facrificers, but not butchers, Caius. Bru. Now, good Metellus, go along to him: We all stand up against the spirit of Cælar; He loves me well, and I have given him reasons ; And in the spirit of men there is no blood : Send him but hither, and I'll falhion him.
i Perhaps the poet bere alludes to the custom of decimation, i. e. the selection by lot of every tenth foldier, in a general mutiny, for punishment. 2 i. c. cuticus. 3. That is, turn melancholy. 4 Unicorns are said to have been taken by one who, running behind a trce, eluded the violent puih the animal was making at him, so that his horn spent its force on the trunk. and fuck fait, detaining the beast till he was dispatched by the hunter. Bears are reported to have been surprised by means of a mirrur, which they would gaze on, aifording their pursueis an opportunity of taking the futer aim. Elephants were feduced into pitialls lightly covered with hurdies iad tuif, on which 2. proper bait to tempi chem was exposed. 5 1. e. hatca Cælar.
Caf. The morring comes upon us : We'll leave |1 charm you, hy my once commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow
Why you are heavy: and what men to-night
Some six or seven, who did hide their fices But bear it as our Roman actors do,
Even from darkncís.
Bil. Knee noi, gentle Portia.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
But, as it were, in fort, or limitation;
And talk to you sometimes Duell I but in
the suburbs Por. Brutus, my lord !
[now? Of your good pleasure 2 ! If it be no more,
Bru. You are my true and honourable wife;
Por. If this were true, then Ihould I know this
A woman that loriBrutus took to wife:
I have mide trong proof of my constancy,
And not my huiband's feciets?
Render me worthy of this noble wife! [Km
[Exit Portia. Bru. I am not well in heaich, and that is all.
Enter Lucius, and Ligarius. Por. Brutus is wife, and, were he not in health, Lucius, who is that knocks ?
[you. He would embrace the means to come by it. Luc. Here is a sick man that would speak with
Bru. Why, fo I do :-Goori Portia, go to bed. Bru. Caius Ligarius, that Metellus fpake of.-
Por. Is Brutus sick ? and is it physical Loy, ítand aside.--Caius Ligarius! how?
Lig. I am not fick, if Brutus luve in hund
I Comfort your bed, " is but an odd phrase, and gives as odd an idea,” says Mr. Theobald. He therefore substitutes, confort. But this good old word, however diluled through modern refinement, was not so discarded by Shakspearc. Henry Vill. as we read in Cavendiin's Life of Holfes, in commendation of queen Katharine, in public said, " She liath beene to me a true obedient wife, "and as comfortable as I could with.”. In our marriage ceremony, alto, the hub...d promises to comfori his wile; und Barrett's Alvearic, or Quadruple Lisionary, 1582, says, that to confurt is, '10 ren "create, to folace, to make pastime." 2 Perhaps here is an allusion to the place in which the harlots of Shakspeare's age selidad, 3 i. e. will that is charviter'd on, &c.
I here discard my lickness. Soul of Rome! It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Will come, when it will come.
Re-enter a Servant. And I will ftrive with things impossible ; What say the augurers ?
[day. Yea, get the better of thein. What's to do? Scie. They would not have you to stir forth toBru. A piece of work, that will make fick men Plucking the entrails of an ofiering forth, whole.
[make fick ? They could not find a heart within the beast. Lig. But are not foine whole, that we must Curf. The gods do this in thame of cowardice :
Br. That must we also. What it is, my Caius, Cæsar should be a beast without a lieait, I shall unfold to thee, as we are going
If he should stay at home to-day for fear. To whom it must be done.
No, Cæfar shall not : danger knquus full well, Lig. Set on your foot ;
That Cæsar is more dangerous than he. And, with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you, We were two lious litter'd in one day, To do I know not what : but it Tuiliceth, And I the elder and more terrible ; That Brutus leads me on.
And Cæfar thall go forth. Bru. Follow me then.
Cal. Alas, my lord,
Your wildom is consum'd in confidence.
Do not go forth tu-day : call it my fear,
And he shall say, you are not well to-day :
And, for thy humour, I will stay at home.
Enter Decius. Cef. Go bid the priests do present facrifice, Here's Decius Brutus, he shall tell them so. (Cæsar: And bring me their opinions of luccels.
Dec. Cæfar, all hail! Good morrow, worthy Scry. I will, my lord.
[Exit. I come to fetch you to the senate-house.
Cef. And you are come in very happy time,
I will not come to-day : Tell them 1o, Decius.
Cej. Shall Cæfar send a lye?
Dec. Most mighty Cæfar, let me know some
Left I be laugh'd at, when I tell them fo.
Calphurnia here, my wife, stays me at home:
Came smiling, and did bathe their hands in it.
And there does the apply for warnings, and por.
Dic. This dream is all amiss interpreted ;
[princes. Your ftatuc spouting blood in many pipes, The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of In which so many smiling Romans bath d,
C«. Cowards die many times hefore their deaths; Signifies, that from you great Rome ihall suck The valiant never taste of death but once.
Reviving blood; and that great men shall prets Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, | For tinctures, stains, relicks, and coguisance 3.
I j.e. I never paid a ceremonious or superstitious regard to prodigics or omens. 2 To huitle is, perhaps, to clath, or move with violence and noise.
3 There are two allusions in this speech; one to coats armorial, to which princes make additions, or give new tinclures, and new marks of cognia fance; the oiler io martyrs; whose reliques are preserved with veneration. The Romans, lays Decius, all come to you is to a faini, for reliques, as to a prince, for honours.