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I had as lief not be, as live to be
Leap in with me into this angry food,
9 His coward lips did from their pression was for the sake of as
colour fly,] A plain man false a piece of wit : a poor would have said, the colour filed quibble, alluding to a coward Ayfrom his lips, and not his lips from ing from his colours. WARB. their colour. But the false ex
As a fick gril. Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
Caf. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; 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, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Cæfar! what should be in that Cæfar? 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 spirit, 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 so great? Age, thou art sham'd; Rome, thou hast 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 incompass'd but one man ? Now is it Rome, indeed ; and room enough,
the start of the majef their dominion Orbis Romanus, tick world, &c.] This image But the particular allusion seems is extremely noble: it is taken to be to the known story of Cæ. from the olympic games. The far's great pattern Alexander, majestick world is a fine periphra- who being aked, Whether he fis for the Roman empire : their would run the course at the Olymcitizens set themselves on a foot. pic games, replied, Yes, if the ing with Kings, and they called racers were K ngs. WARB.
When there is in it but one only man.
Bru. "That you do love me, I am nothing jealous ;
Caf. I am glad that my weak words
S CE N E IV.
Enter Cæsar and bis Train.
Caf. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the Neeve,
Bru. I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
2 eternal devil-] I should think that our authour wrote rather, infernal devil.
3 --chew upon tbis ;] Confider this at leisure ; ruminale on this,
Looks with such ferret, and such fiery eyes,
Caf. Cafca will tell us what the matter is.
that are fat,
Ant. Fear him not, Cæfar, he's not dangerous ; He is a nocle Roman, and well given.
Caf. S'Would lie 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 Cafius. He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. "He loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no musick; Seldom he (miles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whilst ihty behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee whit is to be feard, Than what I fear; for always I am Ctefar. Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf, And tell me truly, what thou think'it of him.
[Exeunt Cæsar and bis Train.
- ferrit,-) A ferret has red Knockham's speech to the Pigeyes,
woman. Come, there's no malice $'Would he were futler ;-) in fae folks ; I never fear thee, Johnbn, in bis Bartholomeu-fair, and I can cape thy lean moon-calf unjustly sneers at this pailage, in there.
Casca. You pulld me by the cloak. Would you
speak with me?
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?
Caf. They shouted thrice: what was the last cry for?
Casca. Why, for that too.
Casca. Ay, marry, was't, and he put it by thrice, every tinie gencler than other ; and at every putting by, mine honest neighbours shoured.
Caf. Who offer'd him the crown?
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 'cwas 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