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Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the People Chuse Cæfar for their King.

Caf. Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think, you would not have it so.

Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him welt:
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it, that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set Honour in one eye, and Death i'th' other,
And I will look on Death indifferently : (3)
For, let the Gods fo fpeed me, as I love
The name of Honour, more than I fear Death.

Caf. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favour.
Well, Honour is the subject of my story:
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Think of this life; but for my fingle self,
I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæfar, so were you ;
We both have fed as well; and we can both
Endure the winter's cold, as well as he.
For once upon a raw and gufty day,

(3) And I will look on both indifferently;} What a Contradiction to this, are the Lines immediately fucceeding? If he lov'd Honourg more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal Balance to Death, which is not fpeaking at all like Brutus : for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it should always preponderare. We must certainly read,

And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafion'd the Corruption, I presume, was, the Transcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things oppos’d. But the Use of the Word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it so. In the present Passage it fignifies, negleftingly; without Fear, or Concern: And so Casca afterwards, again in this act, employs it.

And Dangers are to me indifferent. i, s. I weigh them not; am not deterr’d on the Score of Danger.

Mr. Warburton.

The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores,
Cafar says to me,“ dar'lt thou, Caffius, now

Leap in with me into this angry food,
And swim to yonder point ?" - Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
And bid him follow; so, indeed, he did.
The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With lusty finews; throwing it afide,
And ftemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point propos’d,
Cæfar cry'd, “ Help me, Caffius, or I fink."
I, as Æneas, our great Anceitor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tyber
Did I the tired Cæfar: and this man
Is now become a God; and Caffius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæfar carelesly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake : 'tis true, this God did shake ;
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that fame eye, whose Bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its luftre ; I did hear him groan :
Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans
Mark him, and write his speeches in their books,
Alas ! it cry'd

give me some drink, Titinius
As a fick girl. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestick world,
And bear the Palm alone.

[Shout. Flourish.
Bru. Another general shout!
I do believe, that these applauses are
For some new honours that are heap'd on Ca far.

Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colosus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some times are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,


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But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Cæfar! what should be in that Cafar?
Why should that name be founded, more than yours?
Write them together; yours is as fair a' name:
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a fpirit, as soon as Cæfar.
Now in the names of all the Gods at once,
Upon what meat does this our Cæfar feed,
That he is grown fo great? Age, thou art sham'd;
Rome, thou haft loft the breed of noble bloods.
When went there by an age, since the great food,
But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls incompafs'd but one man?
Now is it Rome, indeed; and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
Oh! you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
Th' eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As eafily as a King,

Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous


would work me to, I have some aim;
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter : for this present,
I would not (so with love I might intreat you)

further movid. What you have said,
I will consider; what you have to say,
I will with patience hear; and find a time
Both meet to hear, and answer such high thingsa
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this ;
Brutus had rather be a villager,
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under such hard conditions, as this time
Is like to lay upon us..

Cas, I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much shew of fire from Brutusa

Enter Cæfar and his Train.
Bru. The Games are done, and Cæfar is returning,


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Cal. As they pass by, pluck Cafea by the fleeve, And he will, after his four fashion tell

you, What hath proceeded worthy note to day.

Bru. I will do so; but look you, Casius,
The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow,
And all the reft look like a chidden train,
Calphurnia's cheek is pale; and Cicero
Looks with such ferret, and such fiery eyes,
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being croft in conf'rence by fome Senators.

Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cæf. Antonius,
Ant. Cæfar ?

Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights :
Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous.

Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous ;
He is a noble Roman, and well given.

Cæf. 'Would he were fatter; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid, So foon as that spare Cafrus. He reads much; He is a great obferver; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays, As thou doft, Antony; he hears no mufick: Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a fort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his fpirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilft they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd, Than what I fear; for always I am Cæfar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly, what thou think'st of him.

[Exeunt Cæsar and bis Train.


Manent Brutus and Cassius : Casca, to them. Casca. You pulld me by the cloak; would you speak

with me? Brui Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanc'd to-day, That Cæsar looks so sad.

Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not ? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what had chanc'd.

Casca. Why, there was a crown offer'd him; and being offer'd him, he put it by with the back of his hand thus, and then the people fell a shouting,

Bru. What was the second noise for ?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Cas. They shouted thrice : what was the last cry for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?

Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every time gentler than other; and at every putting by mine honeft neighbours shouted.

Caf. Who offer'd him the crown?
Casca. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

Casca. I can as well be hang'd, as tell the manner of it: it was meer foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown; yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets; and, as I told you, he put it by once ; but for all that, to my thinking, he would fain' have had it. Then he offer'd it to him again: then he put it by again; but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offer'd it the third time; he put it the third time by; and still as he refus'd it, the rabblement hooted, and clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and utterd such a deal of stinking breath, because Cæsar refus’d the crown, that it had almost choaked Cæfar; for he fwooned, and fell down at it: and for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.

Caf. But, foft, I pray you; what, did Cæfar fwoon?



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