And do you now put on your best attire ? Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, [Exeunt Commoners. You know, it is the feast of Lupercal. Flav. It is no matter, let no images So do you too, where you perceive them thick. Who else would foar above the view of men, And keep us all in fervile fearfulness. [Exeunt feverally. Enter Cæfar, Antony, for the Course, Calphurnia, Porcia, Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Caffius, Cafca, a Soothfayer. Caf. Calphurnia, Cafe. Peace, ho! Cafar speaks. Caf Calphurnia, Calp. Here, my lord. Caf. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his Course Antonius, Ant. Cæfar, my lord. Forget not in your speed, Antonius, Ant. I fhall remember. When Cæfar fays, do this; it is perform'd. Caf. Ha! who calls? Cafe. Bid every noise be still; peace yet again. Caf. What man is that? Bru. A footh-fayer bids you beware the Ides of March. Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face. Caf. Fellow, come from the throng, look upon Cafar. Caf. What fay'ft thou to me now? speak once again. Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caf. He is a dreamer, let us leave him; pafs. [Exeunt Cæfar and Train Manent Brutus and Caffius. Caf. Will you go fee the order of the Course ? Caf. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamefom; I do lack some part Let me not hinder, Caffius, your defires; Caf. Brutus, I do obferve you now of late; Bru. Caffius, ; Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Meerly upon myself. Vexed I am, Of Of late, with paffions of fome difference, Which give fome foil, perhaps, to my behaviour: Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Caf. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your paffion; And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you might fee your fhadow. I have heard, Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Caffius, Caf. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; And fince you know, you cannot fee yourself So well as by reflexion; I, your glass, Will modeftly discover to yourself That of yourself, which yet you know not of. [Flourish and bout. A 5 Bru. Bru. What means this fhouting? I do fear, the People Chufe Cæfar for their King. Caf. Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think, you would not have it fo. (3) And I will look on both indifferently;] What a Contradiction to this, are the Linès immediately fucceeding? If He lov'd Honour, more than he fear'd Death, how could they be both indifferent to him? Honour thus is but in equal Ballance to Death, which is not speaking at all like Brutus: for, in a Soldier of any ordinary Pretenfion, it should always preponderate. We must certainly read, And I will look on Death indifferently. What occafion'd the Corruption, I prefume, was, the Tran fcribers imagining, the Adverb indifferently must be applied to Two things oppos'd. But the Ufe of the Word does not demand it; nor does Shakespeare always apply it fo. In the prefent Paffage it fignifies, neglectingly; without Fear, or Concern: And to Cafca afterwards, again in this A&t, employs it. And Dangers are to me indifferent. weigh them not; am not deterr'd on the Score of Danger, Mr. Warburton. The The troubled Tyber chafing with his shores, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, -Upon the word, And bid him follow; fo, indeed, he did. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder Is now become a God; and Caffius is A wretched creature, and muft bend his body, He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark And that fame eye, whofe Bend doth awe the world, Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Bru. Another general shout! I do believe, that these applaufes are [Shout. Flourish. For fome new honours that are heap'd on Cæfar. Caf Why, man, he doth beftride the narrow world Like a Colous; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves difhonourable graves. Men at fome times are mafters of their fates: But |